Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

9: Fighting Back

Jeff the Killer

It was just starting out as a normal day, but why this? Why did humans have to act this way? Y/N grit her teeth in anger, watching the fight between the woman and the man continue out of the corner of her eye. They were at a restaurant, but Y/N was just sitting by herself. The man wasn't accompanied by the woman, and neither was the woman accompanied by the man. The male just wandered up and started doing...unspeakable and inappropriate gestures and movements toward her. The male caught the H/C-haired girl's gaze and sneered at her, allowing the girl to sink further into her seat.

It was so unfair... But she had to do something.

Y/N sat up from her seat just as her waiter walked over with her food. He looked at her, then at the fight going on. The waiter tried to tell her that he would go and resolve it, but she rolled up her sleeves and marched on over.

"Oh! Hey, I haven't seen you in forever, girl! We've got some catching up to do!" Y/N grinned, hugging the woman by her shoulder. The man seemed to glare at her, but what she didn't see was his raising hand until she felt something sting the side of her face.

He had just slapped her. And now he was walking away.

The E/C-eyed female released the conflicted girl and moved her jaw from the pain. Ouch. She headed back over to her table and sat down. The restaurant had grown quiet now. A few were watching the man leave, some were watching the woman, and most were watching her. She decided to pay for her food and leave it in a box. Y/N didn't feel like sitting with people at the moment.

Yet, there was one person who had to be home when she hated humans the most right now.

"Thought you were having some you time?" Jeffery spoke as she slipped off the shoes she had worn to eat. She rolled her eyes and headed to the kitchen, placed down her box of food, and opened it. She grabbed a fork from the drawer and stabbed the product, taking a bit out of it.

"I hate people." Was all she muttered. At first, the killer didn't understand, but he did see a painful mark on the side of her face which made him question what really went down when she had left. He sat up from the couch and headed over to the counter that was connected to the kitchen. He placed an arm on the counter and placed his head in it, tilting it slightly.

"What really made you return?" He continued questioning her but she only sent him a wary glare.

"If you must know," she sighed, stabbing her food with the fork in her hand, "there was a fight going on at the restaurant... I decided to step in, but it only resulted in this." The female turned her head to the side and pointed at the mark on her face. It still stung from the ten minutes she had gotten it. The pale-skinned male hummed in acknowledgment.

"Do you think you did the right thing?"

"Of course. I mean...if it went any farther, I think that man could've assaulted her." He hummed again.

"And what if he assaulted you instead?"

Ah, right. She didn't really have any defensive capabilities instead than her fight-or-flight reflex. Which was flight. Y/N shrugged. Jeffery retreated his arm and circled around the counter.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He removed the knife that was burrowed away in his white jacket and twirled it in his hand like it was a baton. She couldn't watch that, it made her nerves bunch up.

"What? Are you going to train me or something?" She laughed in a sarcastic tone. The killer only stared at her with a smirk before it all settled in. Her stomach sank.

"Oh."

Eyeless Jack

"Those break-ins are happening more and more.." One neighbor whispered to the other next to him. Y/N was opening her own apartment door when she overheard this. Hey, it wasn't her fault she was eavesdropping. They were just bad whisperers.