Smiley The Killer (Series Discontinued)

The Awakening.

I sucked in a deep breath. My lungs burned and there was a metallic taste in my mouth.
There was a small sting in my arms. I looked down to see nodes, needles, and an I.V in my arm.
Where was I?
I began to hyperventilate as I looked up and around the room. I was in a completely silver room.
How did I get in here?"
The last thing I could remember was...
Nothing. Not even my name.
I try to look behind me, having to arch my back to do so. I moaned as my body began to ache. Then was a man leaning against the door. He had pure white skin and a smile carved into his face, with dialated eyes and greasy, matted black hair.
I would have thought he was sleeping, but he was staring directly at the floor, as if waiting for something...
He noticed my gaze on him and looked up. He smiled, complimenting his man made one.
I sobbed, "Where am I?"
"Good, you're awake. Tell me, what's your name?" I could tell from the look in his black, dialated eyes, that he already knew the answer.
I sobbed harder, "I don't know."
He cursed aloud, then yelled, "Slendy!" Down the hall.
After seconds, a man about eight foot tall, with a white skintone similar to the other guy's. The only difference, this one had no face.
I screamed.
"You said she would remember everything," The shorter one said.
"I said it was a possibility," the other one hissed. His voice sounded cracked and a bit staticy.
The shorter one growled, "She doesn't remember a thing, Slendy."
The tall one, Slendy, looked over at me. In seconds, he was leaning over me. I gaped up at him with wide eyes.
He examined me, lifting my arms, legs, feeling my head.
I closed my eyes.

She closed her eyes.
"What are we going to tell her Slendy?" I ask, walking over and grabbing her wrist.
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
I give Slendy a confused look.
He sighs, "I've been watching alot of Law and Order lately."
I nod, "When will I tell her?"
"When she is ready to walk around," he says making his way towards the door, "and hope she likes her new look."
I nodded.

She groaned, then sat up.
I moaned and walked over to her, then placed a hand on her back.
She shivered at the feeling of my cold skin. I ripped the nodes and needles out of her skin. She shrieked in pain, then looked up at me.
"W-who are you?"
"The name is Bond," I smiled, "James Bond."
She looked too serious, and confused, to understand the humor in it, I frowned, "I'm Jeff the Killer. Not James Bond," I chuckled, "I wish, though."
She pushed herself off the table.
She pulls my knife out of my pocket, pushes me against the wall, and shoves the knife on my throat.
I smile, "First I kill your parents, now this?" I tisk, "This is really a new low for you Katie."
"Is that my name?! Katie?"
"Well. Your real name is Andy Claywell. Your adopted parents named you Katie Douglass,"
"Wha-what?"
I scowled and growled, "God, women," I complained.
She pushed the knife on my neck harder, "Who am I?!"
"Your name is Andy! God!" I yelled, "How many freaking times do I need to tell you this?!"
"Do I know you?"
"Yepp. You're my girlfriend, and I'm also the psychopath who killed your parents."
"You what!?"
"Hey, calm down!"
She pulled the knife off my throat and looked me in the eyes, "What did the tall guy mean... like my new look?"
I grabbed her hand, smiled, and tugged her through the mansion. I pulled her into the closest bathroom and allowed her to look in the mirror.
She stared in awe.
"I-is that all... real?"
"Yeah, I got halfway into carving into your face when I realized I liked your look already... but ya'know, can't take it back now."
She turned around to face me, "A-are you r-really my... boyfriend?"
I nodded, then stared into her beautiful silver eyes. I gave up in just, staring, then grabbed her face and kissed her lips. She stood there stiff for a moment, then her posture softened and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I gripped her jacket on her sides, then tilted my head. I moved my lips down to her jawline, being, for once since I'd become Jeff The Killer, gentle, with my prey.