Mickey Mouse Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Mj whispered “is one of them Santa Claus?” Mara laughed and Mj could hear the commotion of people coming in through the backdoor. She couldn't help herself, her nerves were on edge so she continued to joke trying to take the edge off. “oh no I got it” Mj giggled, “one of your friends is the Easter Bunny and the other is a Chupacabra” she was really starting to enjoy herself now. “ No, no, wait I got it,” Mj giggled “all your friends are vicious man eating werebeasts and you're afraid im gonna judge you for having-” but before Mj could say another word Mara removed her hands and Mj blinked to clear the fog in her vision.

“What’s the point, Polly? I am tied to a chain. I won’t be able to reach them. They will just laugh at me. Besides, They’ve become my friends also. Like that huge one that just passed by, that’s Mickey.” “Mickey Mouse?” “Haha, yes! You don’t need to go to Disneyland to see him!… Come to think of it, you and Mickey are just about the same size!” Polly turned his head away and pretended to be hurt. “I’m just kidding, Polly. I’m sorry!” Polly turned to Pilita smiling. “I was just kidding, too. I knew you are just teasing me!” “Right!”

The assistant then sent me home with ovulation-stimulating medication to take until the official procedure. That night, as I braided Mickey's hair from our couch, I couldn’t stop thinking of her being alone with that banging on the door. I really wished what I signed today could fix the growing fear in her and she wouldn't have to worry that the next one walking into our house was anyone but me. “Mickey,” I carefully said, leaning my chin on the tattoo on her shoulder. “Things might be able to change now. I might have found a way to pay off Dad’s debts. It’s a lot and I…if I can do it things might finally get better for us.”

Well, that made Mickey tingly and he decided to try to get Paul into bed. - Don't you find me attractive? - Micky asks with a smirk. - You know I only like pussys. I don't want your cock up my ass. - And yours up mine? You can imagine it's a pussy. - We're friends Micky, stop it. - You never dreamed of eating a werewolf's ass? Are you afraid to like it? Paul shook his head, Micky was upset, that was the only reason for him to pursue this conversation.

*Crack crack crack* As he struggles the time it goes longer the more pain is sending towards his brain interrupting his thoughts. (Fuck!) If I got no choice... Is what Mike is been thinking for a while now as he struggles. As he struggles the whole ground him is starting to show up its true form. The ground is rising and the sands around it are rinsing. What Mike is walking from the past days are actually is not a real bottom of the ocean. It's not an earthquake nor It's not a volcanoes eruption, its... It's just a tentacle, one gigantic tentacle. ----------------------------------

He said while rolling his eyes side wise avoiding his gaze. Niyana face became red as he questioned Fredrick. Lily felt frightened upon the thought of spider entering his body. She was very afraid of spiders ,that she have also experienced it. Before jake could say anything Fredrick interrupted and said. Guys let's go we don't have any time left. We need to quickly check out and leave " after he brushed of jake making him fall out of that topic. As they turned to walk further, they found out that it was the dead end. There was no way ahead of them.

It wraps around me, and my sluggish thoughts stutter, caught between recognising it and dismissing it as a hallucination. My body squirms weakly, the feeble attempt to resist a laughable joke. "Please," I mumble, barely able to force the words out. "Too heavy." It's not a real protest. It's the echo of Mike's voice, his taunts scrawled in permanent ink across my brain. 'You never need to worry, Maci. No one's kidnapping the fatty. You'd break their back before they got you to the van.'

"What a sin." I curled my lips, trying to press down the ache blooming in my chest. Mickey probably still didn't know—I was already dead. Dead on that desolate mountain, inside that decaying wooden cabin. For some reason, even in death, my soul wouldn't disperse. It drifted, unwilling, tethered to him. The moment Mickey stepped through the door, Chloe Capri threw herself into his arms, voice trembling. "Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?"

I felt a wetness come to settle between my legs against my will, making me bite my lip. Appear meek! Men love meek women! I told myself, lifting my eyes to him as I batted my eyelashes. “Can I sleep in your bed instead? I'm afraid of the dark, and the light in my room suddenly went off,” I said, biting my lip hard. I hadn't lied at all. I was in fact scared of the dark, and couldn't stay in the room after ruining the bulbs myself. Rael cast one glance at me before walking back into the room, leaving the door open, hinting me to come in!

"She sent another message while we were watching the video." The new text was brief but chilling: *Tick tock, little mouse. Every minute you waste is another minute Sarah suffers. Choose wisely.* Mickey pulled me into his arms, feeling my tremors through our bond. "We're going to find her," he promised. "And then we're going to end this once and for all." "What if we don't find her in time? What if—" "Then Sophia Blackstone will learn that threatening innocents to hurt my mate is the last mistake she'll ever make," Mickey said, his voice carrying the absolute finality of an ultimate Alpha's judgment.