Drapetomania | Creepypasta

32.

??, ??, 2017

Seated at the kitchen table in the mansion, I found myself in the company of both Dark Link and Jeff. The atmosphere in the room was laden with a sense of uncertainty and unease, much like the rest of this mysterious place.

With the weight of questions pressing upon me, I couldn't help but bring up the topic that had been gnawing at my mind. "So, what brought you both here?" I inquired, glancing at each of them in turn.

"well food obviously" jeff stated as he pointed to the bowl of cereal in front of him, all i could do was glare at him until he took the hint.

Dark Link, his crimson eyes locked onto mine, remained stoic for a moment before answering. "I am but a shadow, an entity born from the darkest corners of the human heart. I have no past, no memories, only the purpose I serve."

Jeff, leaning back in his chair, offered a knowing grin. "As for me, I came here chasing chaos, reveling in the thrill of the hunt. A life of adrenaline-fueled excitement led me here, and I haven't looked back."

Curiosity tugged at my insides as I pressed further. "Would you be willing to share more about your pasts?" I asked Dark Link and Jeff, wondering if there were deeper layers to their stories.

Dark Link inclined his head, acknowledging my request. "I come from a world of forgotten tales, abandoned games where shadows thrived. In a place where time seemed to stand still, I was born as the embodiment of Link's inner demons, a reflection of his inner darkness. My existence is a constant battle between light and shadow, one I've grown to embrace."

Jeff's grin, while unsettling, didn't falter. "My story is one painted with madness and murder. I was an embodiment of the dark side of human nature. The choices I made led me down a path of relentless violence and chaos. But here, in the mansion, it's as if I've found a twisted camaraderie with the others."

"I was just your typical suburban teen until fate twisted my path. A sinister impulse, dormant within me, awakened and led me down a dark road. I became a serial killer, and the name 'Jeff the Killer' was bestowed upon me."

The room grew colder, and I couldn't help but shiver as Jeff continued his tale. "I thrived on chaos and fear. My face, forever altered in a violent incident, mirrored the monstrous soul I had become. People say I'm insane, but here in this mansion, my insanity is not a curse but rather a twisted blessing."

His story left me with more questions than answers. What was it that had brought him here? Was there something more to the Operator's plan? I couldn't help but feel that there were layers of darkness I had yet to uncover.

i laughed nervously, understanding Jeff's unpredictable nature. It was best to avoid provoking him, so she quickly changed the topic.

i was intrigued by dark links revelation. "So, you're linked to a video game character? That's... different."

Dark Link nodded. "Indeed, it is. But the mirror's curse binds me here, in this mansion, where I have found others like me, tormented by their own twisted tales."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as i tried to process the surreal nature of their stories. The mansion seemed like a gathering place for those who existed on the fringes of reality, each with their own dark narrative. It was both fascinating and terrifying.