Creepypasta Oneshots

Jeff The Killer

His pov

It's been a long and horrid day for the both of us. We were out grabbing food for dinner when (Y/n) had seen one of their brothers. We couldn't talk to him, for obvious reasons. I could see (Y/n) was distraught. They tried to compose themselves before anyone saw. But I saw right through. I mean, they were my closest friend after all. I could tell it stirred something unpleasant up in their head.

I pulled them towards the aisle we needed and we finished our shopping. By the time we got home (y/n) was barely holding it together. They excused themselves before walking upstairs to their room. I wanted to follow but I needed to put the stuff away.

I was midway through putting something in the cabinet when BEN grabbed it out of my hand. I turned to smack the little shit when I saw the look on his face. It was grim. "I'll finish this, you go check on (y/n). I've got a bad feeling." I'm surprised, BEN doesn't really care for people, like at all. But I'm more concerned for (y/n) right now. I shrug and take off towards the steps.

Reaching their door I hear faint crying. I push the door open slowly, the smell almost immedient. Alcohol, shit. Looking around I spot them in a corner with a brown bottle in hand, shaking hard. Several more bottles lay around them. The sobs become louder as I get closer. They go to take a drink when they spot me and freeze. It was like a deer caught in headlights.

Slowly pulling the bottle closer they spoke, " What do you want." The way they said it had me tensing. It was so heartbreaking. Opting to not tell them about what BEN said I replied "I was worried."

"Thats stupid. I'm fine." they took another drink. "It's not stupid. When did you manage to snag that when we were out? I thought you hated drinking."

"I've had it for a while. Just in case, you know. And I do, but it helps." they let out a small laugh before chugging the rest. "Hey hey hey!" I grabbed the bottle from their hand. Man, if looks could kill I'd be a long way to hell.

"Can you stand?" I asked, holding my hand out. (Y/n) nodded, swaying slightly as they grabbed my hand. Their knees buckled under them before they could stand up fully. I catch them before they can hit the floor. Picking them up easily I carry them to their bed. "Sorry"

"It's ok, I've got you. Stay here for a moment while I grab something. Alright (y/n)?" They need water and ibuprofen. "Alright." they replied, yawning. Running down to the kitchen I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and the ibuprofen from the top of the fridge. Turning to go back to (y/n)s room I find Slender standing behind me. I could practically feel the concern rolling off him. "How are they? I felt something off about them when you came home." he asked. "We saw one of their brothers, It drug up some unpleasant memories," I debated telling him about them drinking. He'll find out anyway.

"(Y/n)'s been drinking." the moment the words left my mouth he was gone. I followed quickly behind. He opened the door gently. (Y/n) was asleep. They had managed to put on sweatpants before passing out halfway across the bed. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Slenders demeanor softened. Walking to the bedside table I set down the items. Putting their legs on the bed the rest of the way. I covered them up with a blanket. Slender picked up the bottles, looking sad. "We'll talk when they wake up, for now I want you to find the rest of these." "I will."