Stalker's Tango

30: Monster

A/N: I am NOT back dawg lol I've just been wanting to finish this up for the past year lmao Sorry if the format is wonky. I'm using Ellipsus now instead of Google Docs so it might be different when I copy and paste it over on different platforms.

Anyway, PLEASE reread Chapter 28 and Chapter 29. Ch. 28 is very lore important and Ch. 29 is a good refresher for returning readers.

If you opted to skip Ch. 29 due to the SA and Animal Death Warnings, I know said I would provide a TLDR of the previous chapter here but honestly? Why read a Creepypasta fanfiction (that is marked AS MATURE) if you are not prepared for heavy and mature topics? There was even a whole disclaimer page in the beginning of this book.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for the delay, but I hope you guys can enjoy this chapter!

【ωαяиιиg】: Excessive Swearing, Excessive use of the word "Fuck(ing)", Description of Animal Death and Violence, Feelings (ew)

sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ.

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You don't know how you got here. One minute you're being guided into the RV by Jack, the next you're back outside in the middle of nowhere. Alone, stranded in the dead of night with your pretty kitchen knife tightly clutched in your hands. Why do you have a knife in your hands?

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to uncurl your fingers so you can drop the damn thing, but it's like your hand was glued onto the handle and it was starting to feel extremely heavy; it's getting heavier and heavier by the second. You feel yourself slumping forward from the weight in your hands.

God.

Why is everything so heavy?

The weight of the knife suddenly increases ten-fold and you're forced down on your knees as the object leads you down.

And then, a loud, pained sound escapes something beneath you.

Your eyes fly open and your heart drops to your stomach. The knife glued to your hands is deeply lodged into the throat of your precious dog, Heart. His body twitches violently on the ground. A pool of his deep red blood grows rapidly around him while his eyes roll to look at you.

"Oh, my God!" You gasp sharply, tears immediately flowing down your eyes, "Oh, my God-Heart! No-No!"

You try to let go of the knife, but your can't let go. You try to pull out the knife, but the weight of the weapon was too heavy, that you end up just "dropping" it back into Heart's throat. Your poor baby is crying in pain and you hear gurgling deep within his lungs.

"There you go, [Y/n]."

You shiver at the feeling of Jeff's voice right in your ear, and you can see him kneeling behind you in your peripheral vision. His hands arms are around you so that his rough, pale hands can reach on top of yours.

"Jeff! No, I-"

"-[Y/n], it's okay."

You don't know how but somehow in your mind, you suddenly know that the reason you were unable to let go of the knife this whole time was because Jeff's hands were on top of yours. His strength is so much greater than yours, and even though his hold was gentle, it was too strong and firm.

You know suddenly that the reason why your knife unexpectedly got heavy was because Jeff, while forcing you to hold the knife, forced you on your knees.