A Murdering Anguish of a Cold Love (A MaskyxJeffxBen Yaoi Fanfic)

Title: A Murdering Anguish of a Cold Love

A MaskyxJeffxBen Yaoi Fanfic

(Creepypasta/Marble Hornets/Slenderman Mythos)

Chapter One - Devoted and Drunk

Language: English

Rating: M

By: Aoharu

A/N: Yaoi. BDSM. Creepypasta Yaoi. Headcanons. Don't like those? Don't read, don't comment, don't review. I don't own Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned or Masky or Marble Hornets.

Warnings: Yaoi (Male on male), cussing, dark themes (slightly), drunkenness

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It would not stop. The damn ringing. The ringing coming from the phone. Masky used to like calling people up on the phone, chatting idly, but that was no longer the case. That thing was now a source of anguish and annoy-ment. Stupid asshole. What did 'no' mean to him, anyway?

Masky didn't think that it wouldn't that bad. Well, that was a blessing. Or it would be. Only if it would actually happen. What a dream. Maybe the underestimate of the situation was Jeff's desperate need for human contact and interaction. But, even then still, Masky would have never thought that it would turn out like this. That HE would turn out like this. Masky felt like thinking about this situation too much would render him motionless and thoughtless. He didn't want to have to take any more pills than he needed to.

CRACK! A break-in? Masky's body tensed, as he prepared for battle. Are you f*cking kidding me? Wrong house, motherf*cker. No. Not a break-in. Okay. Yes. A window has been punched through; it breaking into a multiple of fractured pieces. Masky breathed out a heavy sigh. It was him. He didn't even have to look. He knew it was him. There was no doubt, none what so ever. Did he even know what 'no' was?

He was here. He would claim what was his. His plan was almost complete. He would have victory. Jeff let out a slight short high-pitched giggle. His drunken stupor only added to his distinct facial features. Without eyelids, his dilated pupils stood out even more, and therefore his eyes bulged out. It wasn't as bad as everyone thought.

Jeff couldn't help but smile, even more the usual. Well, with a Glasgow smile and all. He was half way in, with the window busted. His hand hurt like hell, but what was means to a end?

Steady footsteps were approaching the front room, towards the broken window, with slight vigor and determination. With a small sigh, he initiated the conversation.

"Well... Hello, Jeff..." He spoke with a clear, smooth, and calm voice.

Jeff rolled his eyes. God, that was Masky. Mr. Efficient. One of his peeves, not being able to relax. Ever since... the accident... the tragedy, would be better word for it, Jeff decided, or maybe something deep in the heated core of his soul decided for him, that fun and being happy was the best thing ever. However, something in the back of his subconsciousness was in a disagreement with him. Too bad he couldn't fight himself and win. The last amount of reasoning he had left after the tragedy, said that he would not live another day to see his gorgeous, beautiful face again if he did that.

Another CRACK! was followed by some small, light plinks coming from the small fractures of glass window pane as they fell onto the wooden floor inside.

"Didn't I tell you to stop coming around?" Masky inquired.

"What?" A pause. "I can't come to see my friend?" His voice, thick with disbelief.

As the words flowed out of Jeff's mouth, the ledge of the window he busted with his left fist became his best friend for the moment. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk that 5th of vodka. On Jeff's "bad' days, his appetite was extremely low. Whatever he had in his stomach, was now out onto the ground, soaking into the dirt and the smell started to raise up and Jeff's virtually non-existent nose.