The Killer's Symphony of Love

Chapter 9-The Alibi

Eris's Perspective

Back home, my mom was pleased to have me back but didn't press for many details. In the days following my separation from Jeff, I didn't do much. I stayed in my room, lost in my thoughts, painting, and listening to music. I had missed some exams, but it didn't bother me much.

It felt like I had just awakened from a dream, and the dream was so good that my real life now seemed devoid of meaning. I missed the fresh air, the birds, the calmness of the forest—everything that had made it perfect for my soul. I couldn't comprehend why Jeff had to end it; I harbored a mix of hatred and relief, grateful that I no longer had to share a bed with a killer.

On the other hand, Ethel, my childhood friend, was back in town, staying with her aunt. Most of our time was spent at my house, but today we decided to go to a bar for some drinks.

As I waited for Ethel to arrive, my phone rang, indicating her arrival. I grabbed my purse and went down to meet her.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"Oh, don't worry, I know a place nearby," she replied.

We ended up at a bar called "The Alibi." Seeing the name triggered thoughts of Jeff, and I couldn't help but laugh. Ethel looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, don't worry," I reassured her, continuing to laugh.

She didn't say anything, and we found our table, ordered some drinks, and began talking. After a few more drinks, we delved into our childhood, reminiscing about our obsession with creepypasta.

"Eris, remember our obsession with creepypasta? That was hilarious," Ethel exclaimed, laughing.

"Yeah, recently I found my old drawings in a box," I replied.

"What a time! I still have mine. Remember how we used to talk about that every day?" she said, feeling nostalgic. "But, you know, Eris, it's sad because now we don't have the same spark we used to."

I laughed but then paused, realizing that I might be the fool in this situation. I didn't say anything, just agreeing with her. We ordered more drinks, and the creepypasta subject continued. We were both quite drunk, and I found myself listening to Ethel's delusional stories.

"Eris, you know what?" Ethel swayed from the alcohol. "I think, if I had to choose between Slender and Eyeless Jack, I would probably..." Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed to the floor. I bent down to pick her up, and a pair of red shoes blocked my way.

"Well, so after all, you didn't disappear at all."

I looked up, and it was Stephany dressed provocatively.

"Hello!" I said enthusiastically, possibly due to the alcohol.

"What are you doing here?" Stephany asked.

"I'm... drinking with my friend," I replied, drunk. "I'm drinking with my real friend."

"Real friend, huh? I am your real friend. I understand we had some arguments, but I think we're even now, and everything should be good between us, Eris."

"Good? Girl, how can things be good?"

"You broke my nose and left me with severe scars on my face. You're lucky I didn't call the police on you," Stephany said angrily.

"So we're not even then. You want revenge."

"I didn't say that. Anyway, Eris, let's forget it."

I looked at her face, drunk and said, "No, thanks." Then, I turned my head back to my drink.

She got angry and said, "So you're choosing a weird girl who's only talking about nonexistent stuff instead of me?"

"Watch your mouth. She's my friend," I said again with my drunk voice.

"You watch your mouth, 'bitch.' How the hell could you prefer a person like her instead of me? I was always there for you, and you just turned your back because I made a tiny mistake. So if you want me to say it again, Eris, I'm sorry, okay? Now, let's go."

At the hearing of this, my facial expression changed.

"No. You did more than just a tiny thing. And 'a person like her' would never betray me like you did. She's the real deal, so fuck off, Stephany."

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not talking nonsense," Stephany retorted before leaving. I caught her by the wrist and said:

"What are you talking about?"

"Creepypasta? Ahh, come on, that shit is old as fuck and doesn't even exist. Now let's be real. No wonder why she doesn't have a boyfriend," Stephany mocked Ethel.

"How do you know what we were talking about?" I said with a cold stare.

"Oh, I passed by before and heard everything about Slenderman, Masky, and some weird shit about someone called Jeff the Killer. Oh, come on, you have to be sick to talk about this or even think this could ever exist."

I looked at her with detached, dead eyes. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I promised Jeff I'll stay quiet. The only thing I said was:

"Watch your own business, Stephany."

She left, and I picked Ethel up, ordering another round of drinks.

Jeff's Perspective

The second I heard Slender, I threw a knife at his face, but he caught it with his tentacle. The damage was done, though. Jack came inside, taunting me.

"Looks like you forgot Slender can read minds! Hahaha! What a pussy you've become!"

I didn't say anything, but Jack insisted on going out for a drink. Since it was just the three of us at home, we went to Slender's favorite bar, "The Alibi." It looked like a normal bar to most people, but it was actually a base for the most sadistic serial killers. Only a few knew that; even the bartenders were serial killers, but no one suspected a thing. The bar had its rules: no killing there—ironic, right? We usually went there after midnight when people were drunk enough not to notice Slender.

As we ordered drinks, Jack was curious to know more about my thoughts, thanks to Slender.

"So tell me, Jeff, is it true? No wait, don't tell me. Slender, you tell me!" Jack said, laughing sadistically.

Slender didn't say anything; he was too busy ordering drinks.

Half an hour later

"And I'm telling you, the moment I saw him, I realized he was thinking about her. You don't even have to read minds to know!" Slender, now drunk, declared.

"Yes, yes, I also noticed something wrong with him!" Jack added.

I was too drunk and tired to listen to their theories, so I finally said:

"Enough! I'll tell you the true story if you two will shut the fuck up!"

They both fell silent, eager to hear my side of the story.