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It wasn’t everyday this mysterious man hiding in the bushes had the primal urge to actually get to know his victims. This girl, however, was different. Urgh, females. They’re always whining about something, and they actually believe their screams and begs would fulfill their hopes of him giving them mercy. That was never the case- unless his first intention was to scare the shit out of the mouse.

When it comes to this man learning about his next victim, it usually involves a lot of stalking and tests. The tests are to prove if they’d be worthy enough to put up an actual fight. A small chuckle bubbled up from the male’s throat as he recalled a particularly great memory. A male that he had spent months on end learning and stalking, had actually put up an amazing brawl- just as expected. He had pulled a gun on the killer, and shot him square in the hip. If it wasn’t for the help of his comrades after the murder, he would have most definitely bled out.

“Jeff, you’re still at it?” A young voice asked from behind, slightly startling the male. “Shit, Masky. You fucking scared me for a second there.” Jeff growled. He stood up from where he’d been crouching for awhile, stretching his stiff muscles. “And yeah, man. This girl is a fucking interesting gal. Her name’s (y/n) (l/n), she’s 16 years old… I would go on, but I’m guessing that’s not why you’re here.” Despite the smile forever edged into the male’s face, he frowned.

Masky straightened himself out and sighed loudly. “Slenderman is aware you’re attempting to get to know your prey again… He wants to make sure nothing like Kylie happens again.” Jeff tensed at the name. Kylie was one of the first kills he had a go at, and the first victim he got to know from a distance. Indecently, he fell for the young girl… But she didn’t feel the same. At the time, he just wished she stabbed him straight in the heart instead of the shoulder.

Kylie was now another body in his collection of undesired corpses, rotting somewhere in the ground. Jeff had made it clear he would cut all feelings from his kills from then on; but he never stopped trying to learn from certain humans. It’s a large misconception that Jeff tries getting to know at least half of the people he kills, but that’s false. Once a year it seems he targets a random civilian to stalk and feed off of.

“Nah, I fucking doubt I’ll ever sprout feelings like that again… Plus, can’t have somebody who doesn’t think this face is beautiful…” Jeff growled lowly. “I’m a killer, Masky. At the time, I was new to murder, and I never had my damn priorities straight. Slender should know that.” Jeff glared at Masky, his icy colored hues intense and serious. “R-right. We just can’t risk you having another fit like last time.” The masked man spoke.

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck, growling lowly. “Yeah, yeah. I get what you shit heads are inquiring. It won’t happen again, alright? Rookie’s mistake. Let’s just head on back to the mansion.” The killer strode over in the direction of Masky, waving a finger for him to follow. “Of course, Jeff!” He sputtered, following close.

Unblinking eyes watched the sky from where he walked, twisting his arms behind his head to stretch his body forward. “Since we’re on the subject, ever been in love, Masky?” Jeff asked. Masky furrowed his brows from behind his mask, shrugging as he kept pace. “Much of my life from before becoming Slenderman’s proxy is quite a blur, sadly… Alas, all I remember is my name and the occasional blurry flashback.” He sighed lowly. “I don’t miss it much, however. You guys are my family now.”

Behind Masky’s mask was a sincere smile as Jeff patted his back, laughing roughly. “Family, eh? If that’s what you want to fucking call us. More like a dysfunctional ruckus if you ask me.” The killer shrugged as they continued to walk, combat boots crunching the leaves underneath. “May I ask, Jeffrey… What have you learned about this (Y/n) girl?” Masky mumbled.

Masky loved getting to know people; it was just something he tried to hide from the others, being they would kill whomever if allowed. Jeff raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly. “She’s quite the riot. She’s got (h/l) (h/c) hair, likes to read, and freaks out over the littlest things. From what I can tell she has quite the fucking mouth on her. She’ll definitely be fun to tear apart.” Jeff chuckled darkly. His friend nodded softly, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I see… She sounds interesting, to say the least. Do you have any signs that her Creepypasta powers are surfacing?” Masky asked- He felt guilty he was asking the male so many questions. He was just a naturally curious person, is all. “Not really. I haven’t gotten close enough to examine that; plus, you now Slender is the man for that shit.” Jeff shrugged as they continued to walk.

Another hour or so of silence brought them to a large, lengthy mansion- like the ones you see in horror movies. A long stone fence kept any intruders from coming in, even if the caged doors were wide open when Jeff had left. “Finally.” Masky sighed in peace, opening the heavy wooden doors. Jeff breathed in the scent of what they all called home with a gentle face.

Jeff waved to the comrades that said hello, walking straight for his room up the large set of stairs. He knew Slenderman would call him to his office eventually; he just wanted to get some sleep in before that happened. Jeff slipped his all clothing off besides his pair of boxers and discarded them into a hamper that was set inside his added-on bathroom. He crawled under clean gray sheets, purring gently at the feeling of it against his naked skin.

Before sleep overtook Jeff, his mind scaled back over to (Y/n) in an unfortunate amount of time. She was definitely beautiful, and had a laugh that made the smallest of smiles peak on his lips. Jeff can’t deny he didn’t have feelings for her, because he didn’t. She just seemed like the type of gal that would lighten up your day, you know?

Too bad he would have way too much fun gutting her… Watching her intestines and other organs get pulled from her luscious body piece by piece. Her (h/c) hues fading to a white as she witnessed herself die; courtesy of the fine gentleman known as Jeff the Killer.

Your pov

You sat in your room, totally oblivious to the conversation going on outside in your backyard. Your back was laid back against your (f/c) sheets of your bed, staring at the ceiling in wonder. Headphones lay sprawled out beside you, connected to an IPod, while it played music into your ears. Your mind was surprisingly at rest as you rubbed your eyes.

The clock read 2:43AM, causing you to groan lowly. “I better get to sleep now or I’ll never be able to wake up for school.” You whispered to yourself, pulling the covers over your body. You couldn’t help the shaky feeling you were constantly being watched the last few days… But you were certain it was just your paranoia acting up.

A blinding light caught your attention, throwing you violently out of your warm sleep. It took you a few seconds of panic to notice your IPod had lit up with multiple messages. 5:30AM. You wrinkled your nose in disgust as you sat up, lowering the light to look at said memorandums. A small smile played on your lips at the mention of your friend’s name.

Amelia had messaged you several times to wake up for school. You yawned loudly before swiping your IPod on, answering your friend quickly. Afterwards you dragged yourself out of bed and made yourself a cup of coffee; just for the sake of staying awake throughout the day. You made yourself pancakes, settled down to eat them, and then returned upstairs.

You stood in front of your now open closet, running a hand through your (h/l) hair. “What to wear…” You whispered to yourself. It was April, meaning it was still fairly cold outside. You shrugged and threw on a dark purple tee-shirt with the words ‘PIMP’ displayed in yellow on the front. It was straightly for ironic and humorous purposes; also because Francis got it for you.

Francis was your other close friend- it was precious to you how similar Amelia and Francis were. They were sort of like brother and sister. You snickered softly to yourself as you pulled on black jeans, and a pair of socks. Standing in front of your mirror, you fixed your hair, and did what you normally did to get ready for school. 6:15AM. You still had twenty minutes to spare.

You sat down on your bed and plugged in your headphones, figuring you could kill the time listening to music. I mean, who takes Senior year all that seriously anyways? You and your friends sure as fuck don’t. You honestly thought it was a load of bullshit half the time. If it wasn’t for the fact a small part of you yearned for that degree, you would have dropped out long ago.

You rolled over to look at the time, whimpering lowly. You turned the music off and shuffled downstairs to the door, kicking your (f/c) shoes on. Turning on the garage, you stood there to watch it slowly move up and out of the way. You hustled down the stairs and crawled into your car, turning it on swiftly. You had recently got your license, meaning you didn’t have the ‘pleasure’ of going on the bus anymore.

Normally, you would walk a good thirty minutes to school, but it was raining like no tomorrow outside. Whenever it would rain, for obvious reasons, you would drive to and from school. No sense in getting soaked, right? Unless it started to rain out of nowhere- not much you can do at that point.

Another note was that you lived alone for the time being. Your father had a serious stroke and was in a hospital two hours away; they were your primary care for his past injuries. Your mother had decided to give her full attention to him, staying down there for six of the seven days of the week. You didn’t mind the neglect, to be honest. You liked being alone for the most part.

As for your siblings, your 24 year old brother had moved out a year ago. He finished college and now lived in an apartment, fishing for a better job. You admired how excited and keen he was to go out into the real world. You almost envied it- how eager he was to be something in life. Maybe one day you’d be like that as well.

You were mostly just an average girl in your eyes. Sometimes you were a large risk taker, but other times you were shy and motherly. You were a human contradiction in (s/c) flesh; but you didn’t mind much. You were always told to love yourself, but that’s not always possible. It was just who you were, and for now, you would just have to deal with that.

The day went as normal as any day could for you. You cracked a bunch of shitty puns and sexual jokes with Francis and Amelia, asked what was happening during your classes at least twenty times, and then proceeded to roam the hallways instead of going to the bathroom. Besides your lingering grades, occasional head screeching headaches, and the fact you sometimes see shit, your day was pretty okay.

You decided you would treat yourself to some quality time alone once you got home- even though that wasn’t really a choice of yours. You drove yourself home, going through the back ways to appreciate the scenery. Once you got home, you ran into the kitchen and found yourself a bag of chips. Muttering something about needing to go out to buy some food, you sat back to enjoy said chips.

You curled up against the couch, sighing in relief at the comforting feeling. After you were finished with the chips, you discarded the bag into a garbage bin, and then settled back onto the couch. You smiled to yourself as you laid there until dark, watching tv. Finally, forcing yourself to get up, you walked past your back door to go upstairs.

Suddenly, the feeling of paranoia set in again. You felt like somebody was watching you. The unnerving feeling caused you to cringe lightly, shaking your head. You glared out the window, meeting what looked like two white, glowing dots far away from you; lurking in the bushes of the woods. Whatever it was, you just assumed it was a raccoon.

Whatever the object may be, you shook it off and locked all the doors, including the windows. It was a daily routine you got in the habit of. You went upstairs, not forgetting to bring a kitchen knife with you for safety reasons. Finally you were able to crawl into bed to search for miscellaneous things on the internet until you crashed.

Description
It wasn’t everyday this mysterious man hiding in the bushes had the primal urge to actually get to know his victims. This girl, however, was different. Urgh, females. They’re always whining about something, and they actually believe their screams and begs would fulfill their hopes of him giving them mercy. That was never the case- unless his first intention was to scare the shit out of the mouse.

When it comes to this man learning about his next victim, it usually involves a lot of stalking and tests. The tests are to prove if they’d be worthy enough to put up an actual fight. A small chuckle bubbled up from the male’s throat as he recalled a particularly great memory. A male that he had spent months on end learning and stalking, had actually put up an amazing brawl- just as expected. He had pulled a gun on the killer, and shot him square in the hip. If it wasn’t for the help of his comrades after the murder, he would have most definitely bled out.

“Jeff, you’re still at it?” A young voice asked from behind, slightly startling the male. “Shit, Masky. You fucking scared me for a second there.” Jeff growled. He stood up from where he’d been crouching for awhile, stretching his stiff muscles. “And yeah, man. This girl is a fucking interesting gal. Her name’s (y/n) (l/n), she’s 16 years old… I would go on, but I’m guessing that’s not why you’re here.” Despite the smile forever edged into the male’s face, he frowned.

Masky straightened himself out and sighed loudly. “Slenderman is aware you’re attempting to get to know your prey again… He wants to make sure nothing like Kylie happens again.” Jeff tensed at the name. Kylie was one of the first kills he had a go at, and the first victim he got to know from a distance. Indecently, he fell for the young girl… But she didn’t feel the same. At the time, he just wished she stabbed him straight in the heart instead of the shoulder.

Kylie was now another body in his collection of undesired corpses, rotting somewhere in the ground. Jeff had made it clear he would cut all feelings from his kills from then on; but he never stopped trying to learn from certain humans. It’s a large misconception that Jeff tries getting to know at least half of the people he kills, but that’s false. Once a year it seems he targets a random civilian to stalk and feed off of.

“Nah, I fucking doubt I’ll ever sprout feelings like that again… Plus, can’t have somebody who doesn’t think this face is beautiful…” Jeff growled lowly. “I’m a killer, Masky. At the time, I was new to murder, and I never had my damn priorities straight. Slender should know that.” Jeff glared at Masky, his icy colored hues intense and serious. “R-right. We just can’t risk you having another fit like last time.” The masked man spoke.

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck, growling lowly. “Yeah, yeah. I get what you shit heads are inquiring. It won’t happen again, alright? Rookie’s mistake. Let’s just head on back to the mansion.” The killer strode over in the direction of Masky, waving a finger for him to follow. “Of course, Jeff!” He sputtered, following close.

Unblinking eyes watched the sky from where he walked, twisting his arms behind his head to stretch his body forward. “Since we’re on the subject, ever been in love, Masky?” Jeff asked. Masky furrowed his brows from behind his mask, shrugging as he kept pace. “Much of my life from before becoming Slenderman’s proxy is quite a blur, sadly… Alas, all I remember is my name and the occasional blurry flashback.” He sighed lowly. “I don’t miss it much, however. You guys are my family now.”

Behind Masky’s mask was a sincere smile as Jeff patted his back, laughing roughly. “Family, eh? If that’s what you want to fucking call us. More like a dysfunctional ruckus if you ask me.” The killer shrugged as they continued to walk, combat boots crunching the leaves underneath. “May I ask, Jeffrey… What have you learned about this (Y/n) girl?” Masky mumbled.

Masky loved getting to know people; it was just something he tried to hide from the others, being they would kill whomever if allowed. Jeff raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly. “She’s quite the riot. She’s got (h/l) (h/c) hair, likes to read, and freaks out over the littlest things. From what I can tell she has quite the fucking mouth on her. She’ll definitely be fun to tear apart.” Jeff chuckled darkly. His friend nodded softly, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I see… She sounds interesting, to say the least. Do you have any signs that her Creepypasta powers are surfacing?” Masky asked- He felt guilty he was asking the male so many questions. He was just a naturally curious person, is all. “Not really. I haven’t gotten close enough to examine that; plus, you now Slender is the man for that shit.” Jeff shrugged as they continued to walk.

Another hour or so of silence brought them to a large, lengthy mansion- like the ones you see in horror movies. A long stone fence kept any intruders from coming in, even if the caged doors were wide open when Jeff had left. “Finally.” Masky sighed in peace, opening the heavy wooden doors. Jeff breathed in the scent of what they all called home with a gentle face.

Jeff waved to the comrades that said hello, walking straight for his room up the large set of stairs. He knew Slenderman would call him to his office eventually; he just wanted to get some sleep in before that happened. Jeff slipped his all clothing off besides his pair of boxers and discarded them into a hamper that was set inside his added-on bathroom. He crawled under clean gray sheets, purring gently at the feeling of it against his naked skin.

Before sleep overtook Jeff, his mind scaled back over to (Y/n) in an unfortunate amount of time. She was definitely beautiful, and had a laugh that made the smallest of smiles peak on his lips. Jeff can’t deny he didn’t have feelings for her, because he didn’t. She just seemed like the type of gal that would lighten up your day, you know?

Too bad he would have way too much fun gutting her… Watching her intestines and other organs get pulled from her luscious body piece by piece. Her (h/c) hues fading to a white as she witnessed herself die; courtesy of the fine gentleman known as Jeff the Killer.

Your pov

You sat in your room, totally oblivious to the conversation going on outside in your backyard. Your back was laid back against your (f/c) sheets of your bed, staring at the ceiling in wonder. Headphones lay sprawled out beside you, connected to an IPod, while it played music into your ears. Your mind was surprisingly at rest as you rubbed your eyes.

The clock read 2:43AM, causing you to groan lowly. “I better get to sleep now or I’ll never be able to wake up for school.” You whispered to yourself, pulling the covers over your body. You couldn’t help the shaky feeling you were constantly being watched the last few days… But you were certain it was just your paranoia acting up.

A blinding light caught your attention, throwing you violently out of your warm sleep. It took you a few seconds of panic to notice your IPod had lit up with multiple messages. 5:30AM. You wrinkled your nose in disgust as you sat up, lowering the light to look at said memorandums. A small smile played on your lips at the mention of your friend’s name.

Amelia had messaged you several times to wake up for school. You yawned loudly before swiping your IPod on, answering your friend quickly. Afterwards you dragged yourself out of bed and made yourself a cup of coffee; just for the sake of staying awake throughout the day. You made yourself pancakes, settled down to eat them, and then returned upstairs.

You stood in front of your now open closet, running a hand through your (h/l) hair. “What to wear…” You whispered to yourself. It was April, meaning it was still fairly cold outside. You shrugged and threw on a dark purple tee-shirt with the words ‘PIMP’ displayed in yellow on the front. It was straightly for ironic and humorous purposes; also because Francis got it for you.

Francis was your other close friend- it was precious to you how similar Amelia and Francis were. They were sort of like brother and sister. You snickered softly to yourself as you pulled on black jeans, and a pair of socks. Standing in front of your mirror, you fixed your hair, and did what you normally did to get ready for school. 6:15AM. You still had twenty minutes to spare.

You sat down on your bed and plugged in your headphones, figuring you could kill the time listening to music. I mean, who takes Senior year all that seriously anyways? You and your friends sure as fuck don’t. You honestly thought it was a load of bullshit half the time. If it wasn’t for the fact a small part of you yearned for that degree, you would have dropped out long ago.

You rolled over to look at the time, whimpering lowly. You turned the music off and shuffled downstairs to the door, kicking your (f/c) shoes on. Turning on the garage, you stood there to watch it slowly move up and out of the way. You hustled down the stairs and crawled into your car, turning it on swiftly. You had recently got your license, meaning you didn’t have the ‘pleasure’ of going on the bus anymore.

Normally, you would walk a good thirty minutes to school, but it was raining like no tomorrow outside. Whenever it would rain, for obvious reasons, you would drive to and from school. No sense in getting soaked, right? Unless it started to rain out of nowhere- not much you can do at that point.

Another note was that you lived alone for the time being. Your father had a serious stroke and was in a hospital two hours away; they were your primary care for his past injuries. Your mother had decided to give her full attention to him, staying down there for six of the seven days of the week. You didn’t mind the neglect, to be honest. You liked being alone for the most part.

As for your siblings, your 24 year old brother had moved out a year ago. He finished college and now lived in an apartment, fishing for a better job. You admired how excited and keen he was to go out into the real world. You almost envied it- how eager he was to be something in life. Maybe one day you’d be like that as well.

You were mostly just an average girl in your eyes. Sometimes you were a large risk taker, but other times you were shy and motherly. You were a human contradiction in (s/c) flesh; but you didn’t mind much. You were always told to love yourself, but that’s not always possible. It was just who you were, and for now, you would just have to deal with that.

The day went as normal as any day could for you. You cracked a bunch of shitty puns and sexual jokes with Francis and Amelia, asked what was happening during your classes at least twenty times, and then proceeded to roam the hallways instead of going to the bathroom. Besides your lingering grades, occasional head screeching headaches, and the fact you sometimes see shit, your day was pretty okay.

You decided you would treat yourself to some quality time alone once you got home- even though that wasn’t really a choice of yours. You drove yourself home, going through the back ways to appreciate the scenery. Once you got home, you ran into the kitchen and found yourself a bag of chips. Muttering something about needing to go out to buy some food, you sat back to enjoy said chips.

You curled up against the couch, sighing in relief at the comforting feeling. After you were finished with the chips, you discarded the bag into a garbage bin, and then settled back onto the couch. You smiled to yourself as you laid there until dark, watching tv. Finally, forcing yourself to get up, you walked past your back door to go upstairs.

Suddenly, the feeling of paranoia set in again. You felt like somebody was watching you. The unnerving feeling caused you to cringe lightly, shaking your head. You glared out the window, meeting what looked like two white, glowing dots far away from you; lurking in the bushes of the woods. Whatever it was, you just assumed it was a raccoon.

Whatever the object may be, you shook it off and locked all the doors, including the windows. It was a daily routine you got in the habit of. You went upstairs, not forgetting to bring a kitchen knife with you for safety reasons. Finally you were able to crawl into bed to search for miscellaneous things on the internet until you crashed.