CP Boyfriend Scenarios: Memory Loss

~~When You Re-Meet (Part 1)~~

Jeff the Killer

Three years had passed since Jeff had lost his family. Sadly, it was the family that included his wife and child, not the Creepypasta family. To be honest, Jeff would've much rather have lost his Creepypasta family instead of the family he did lose. He spent the majority of the past three years boozing, whoring, and killing.

However, try as he might, Y/N never left his mind and neither did his daughter, Winter. So, the solution was simple: Booze all until he blacked-out. He didn't remember anything during that time and he didn't remember anything the next morning. The perfect way to cope... Well, perfect until the nights blurred into the day and he was just in a constant state of drunkenness.

Currently, he was stumbling along the street with a bottle of Vodka in hand, shouting profanities at the windows and doors of buildings. Onlookers simply shook their heads in disgust at the pitiful display, groaning amongst themselves. Every single person that saw gave Jeff a digusted look before pushing him out of their way.

Everyone, that is, except for a young girl. She was two or three, looking up at Jeff with big, Y/E/C (Your eye color) eyes. In her hands was a melting ice cream cone, the creamy delight running down her slightly pudgy hands. Little, dark brown - almost black - curls hung over the girl's shoulders, moving to her back when she tilted her head up to look at Jeff.

Jeff stared back at her, trying to get his eyes to focus on the small obstacle in front of him. Realizing that his eyes wouldn't focus and the thing wouldn't move, he growled, "What do you want, pipsqueak?"

"I wost Mommy," The small girl barely whispered, intimidated from the harsh tone in the strange man's voice. Raising her voice a bit, the girl explained, "Mommy say if I was wost to stay... I have ice cweam."

Jeff blinked, being in his human form, and shook his head, "What's your mom look like, kid?"

Just then, a loud screeching of tired came from the road. Then a loud smack as a woman hit the hood of a car with her hand, "Watch where you are driving, bub!" The woman took off over to the little girl, "Winter, my baby!"

Jeff was taken back. His wasted brain tried to process how many Winters existed in the town, but he couldn't come to a definitive answer. His eyes focused, the blur going away slightly.

It's her...

"Y/N?" Jeff dropped the bottle and his eyes widened. Could it be? Truly? His only love? In that moment, Jeff felt completely sober.

The woman, who was kneeling beside Winter, glanced up at Jeff, "Do I know you?" She looked to Winter.

Jeff wanted to say yes, to hold you until the end of time. He wanted to grab your face, crush his lips against yours and make you remember him. Instead, Jeff simply looked at the building behind the Winter and Y/N, "No... I'm glad Winter found you. She was worried, and told me who you were. Have a nice rest of your day."

With that, Jeff walked away from the two, ignoring the knife that had decided to jam itself into his heart again.

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Slenderman

Let's be honest, okay? Slenderman never really left you alone. Sure, he let you date people and live your life, but he always made sure that Peyton was taken care of. He was the boogie man in Peyton's closet. He was Peyton's imaginary friend. Slenderman was Peyton's father, and he was determined to make sure that Peyton knew so.

You were tucking Peyton into bed on the night of his third birthday. He had Lightning McQeen and Mater blankets, which made him happy. The boy was obsessed with Cars, but you loved to spoil him so his entire room was Cars themed. The wall mural was probably the hardest to do, but it's a good thing your best friend, Kevin, enjoyed painting. If it hadn't been for him, Peyton would've had a full on melt down for not having a life-sized Lightning McQueen watching over him as he slept.