Sweet Sweet Slumber: A Jeff the Killer love story

Chapter 8: Lenny

           Warning: This chapter contains sexual content! 

           Matches had become a part of my regular life. She would slink her way out of my mind at night and set fire to another house or facility. She wouldn’t harm children though. No, these were always single couples or a bunch of college students sharing rent on a house. It wasn’t every night. Some nights were peaceful and serene. On those nights, I would try to forget about the last house she had barbecued. I avoided getting drunk most of the time but found it almost impossible to avoid completely. I let my studies become second priority and my grades were falling. I had completely given up on help from the Creepypasta monsters and I figured I would never see them again, unless they decided to kill me. Skye would call every once in a while to make sure I hadn’t become Matches’ next victim. I was her first victim but I couldn’t tell her that. I was trapped no matter where I turned.

            It was another night and I could hear the laughter of matches in mind. “Time to play!” she said as she dominated my mind and created her look. It wasn’t long before she had decided on a target house, this time it was one of the ones in my neighborhood, a particularly bitter old woman who despised my presence in the neighborhood. More than once she had put in a request to have me removed. In what felt like seconds I was watching the burning chaos from a distance. Matches laughed deviously in the darkness. I had given up on fighting her. I just wasn’t strong enough on my own. She enjoyed herself while all I once was, was being slowly drained away from me. I couldn’t even feel anymore. The locket and drawstring hidden by the black suit were all I had to remind me that I still existed as something better before this.

            As I sat there in the shelter of the trees, a bag was thrust over my head and I was dragged away. Even with the extra stamina of Matches, I couldn’t fight off this person. They were very, very strong. Suddenly it felt as if I was being sucked into something and then it all stopped. I was feeling queasy as the person began to run. It stopped and I heard a door open and soon after shut. I was thrust down onto a cold tile floor. I felt a soft, squishy kind of rope wrap itself around my feet, hands and waist. Somebody removed the bag and my jaw dropped as I came face to face with Slenderman. “So, you are the little trouble-maker called Matches. I admire your work, you are talented. But, you pose a threat to a friend of ours in New Mexico and therefore, I must annihilate you” his voice was dark and dangerous. I felt my heart sink with fear. Matches had recoiled back into a dormant state. “Great, now even she has abandoned me” I thought bitterly.

            The great cavity in Slenderman’s face began to open as I could feel his grip on my body becoming so tight, that if it got any tighter, it might snap a few bones. “It’s what you deserve, stupid girl! Putting our friend in danger like that!” a voice said from below me. I looked down to notice BEN watching excitedly. I realized that I must have been the friend and they had no idea they were holding me at that very moment. So they hadn’t forgotten about me! My celebration was short lived as I inched ever closer to Slenderman’s waiting mouth. “Any lasts requests, before you die?” Slender asked in a foreboding voice. I suddenly found my voice. “Yes!” I squeaked. My movement forward was suddenly halted and a slight tilt of Slender’s head was indication enough for me to go on. “I… I’d like to take a shower! I don’t want to die dirty!” I stated sounding more pompous than afraid. Slenderman looked at BEN who just stared back at him in disbelief. “You have ten minutes!” he hissed in my ear and shoved me into a bathroom.

            I immediately undressed and removed the red contacts. I stepped into a cold shower and rapidly rinsed the black out of my fur, letting the blue color show through. The water destroyed the work I did in straightening my hair and all the red highlights washed out. It instantly reverted back to its naturally curly state. Fixing it gently and slipping myself into a towel, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was Cruzi again and I hoped that she was finally here to stay. I folded everything neatly and set the colored contacts on top of everything. Black curls surrounded my face as my blue eyes blinked back at me. I admired the blue color of fur that I was lucky to have. Altogether, I had never been happier to see my reflection.