Creepypasta One-Shots

Jeff the Killer

(Remake)

Dawn broke out. The sun rose high into the sky as its warm beams of ray kissed Earth with its warmth. Birds chirped a lovely harmony as dew lightly drip from the leaves growing from the tree's branches and sticks. The green welcomes the sun's ultraviolet rays and the dew dripping from the leaves of the tree with open arms.

In a house that seemed barren on the outside yet homely on the inside, Y/n resided within. They were simply sitting on the couch in peace. In their hand was a mug. They brought it to their lips and lightly sipped on the warm liquid they were drinking. Just when they were doing just fine alone, they heard a window open. Then, a thud. Someone was in the house.

Y/n sighed. "Jeff, can you not?" they called out the sadistic, psychopathic serial killer that has more fangirls than One Direction.

Jeff sighed as he came into view. He looked like absolute crap. His hoodie was torn up and bloody. The carved smile in his face was more torn in a different direction that seemed downright painful.

"I know, I know," he began in a rather soft tone, "You don't have to say anything."

Y/n's eyes looked at the mess that Jeff came to be. "And what exactly happened?" they questioned before putting their drink down, approaching him.

Jeff sighed and turned his head to look away, not wanting to show weakness. "I got bored and wanted to kill someone, to put that bluntly. And as you can see, it didn't go well, because he had to be a stubborn son of a bitch and fight back," he confessed bluntly.

Y/n sighed and shook their head. "Why am I not surprised?" They asked more to themself.

"Either way, sit down," they said, pointing to the couch. Jeff, being a stubborn bastard, simply scoffed.

Y/n's gaze hardened as they pointed to the couch again. "Sit," they said in a more commanding tone.

Jeff rolled his eyes before slumping down on the couch with a tired sigh. Y/n pulled out a cloth and soaked it in water before putting it to the vertical cut on the horizontal cut of Jeff's carved smile. He winced and nearly jerked away.

"How'd you get this?" Y/n questioned.

Jeff sighed. "The fucker ripped my knife out of my hand as if it were a toy and just slashed me," he practically spat out.

Y/n's expression turned unamused. They raised an eyebrow. "Someone managed to do that? And you let them?" They huffed before snorting out a chuckle.

Jeff glared at them. "You can shut the fuck up," he warned, making them chuckle even more.

"I'm just messing with you. You're so hot headed," Y/n teased, earning a growl from Jeff which caused them to glare at him back, their smile dropping. "Either you drop the attitude or you can go back to the manor and have Slender question why you look like you lost an argument with a bear."

Jeff stopped growling, but his glare did not falter. He sighed and then looked ahead. Y/n's glare disappeared before they went back to tending to his wounds. He let out occasional hisses and winces, but didn't dare to move.

Once Y/n cleaned Jeff's wound on his face, they began to stitch up the vertical gash on his face. He hissed and jerked away when the needle touched him.

"Please," Y/n said softly, "just hold still."

"It... It hurts, Y/n," Jeff said in a more low, almost vulnerable tone.

Y/n's gaze softened, cupping Jeff's face, being mindful and gentle with his carved smile. "I know it does. I promise to be gentle," they reassured him before guiding the needle into his skin.

Jeff hissed in pain, trying to stay still as best he could. He knew that Y/n was only trying to help, but it hurt like hell. As they continued to stitch up his wound, they spoke up once more, "Whatever happened, it's not your fault," they said softly.

"You think I don't know that?" Jeff snapped at Y/n before sighing, his voice more calm. "I'm just... upset that I got bested. You're the only person I can really go to so I can be patched up without Slender biting my head off."

Y/n finished stitching up Jeff's vertical cut. They clean up the remaining blood from his face and clothes. "You can always stay here you know, rest until you can get back on your feet," they said, taking his hand in theirs.

Jeff's eyes look and fall upon Y/n's hand holding his. His usual nature would've had him pull away, brush off their concern and continue doing his work as a serial killer. But at the same time, he knows not to push himself too far, that resting can't always hurt. A sigh escaped him one last time. Slowly, he shifts his body to lay down, and his head rests comfortably on Y/n's thighs.

They were surprised at first, but only to lay their hand on Jeff's head, gently caressing his temple. They remain where they were originally whilst patching him up. As of right now, Jeff was not a serial killer, he was a man leaning more into love that was absent for almost all his life.