Creepypasta Dad Scenarios

when you meet him jeff

A/N: order is going to be randomized by which idea for which I come up first.
List/order of pastas currently
Jeff
BEN
E.J
Slender man
Hoodie
Masky
Toby
Sonic.exe(cause why not)
(CUSSING WARNING, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!)
(You are 4 years old)

Jeff the killer-(will be long)
Currently walking the streets of Ireland, he searched for his next victim to make beautiful, just like him. He was in Irland because he had orders from slender that there was a 'job' that 'needed to be done'.
Though, Jeff didn't give a flying fuck about the place he was in, or what language they spoke, just as long as he gets to see the fresh crimson dance down the body's of the future, 'beautiful' corpses.
He looked for a certain address, hiding in the shadows of the current neighborhood, moving stealthily between neighboring houses, making no noise what's so ever.
He suddenly smirked, his everlasting Cheshire grin never once fading from his face as he found the one thing he was here for.
He chuckled dryly as he went all the way behind the house looking for the window to the, soon-to-be victim of Jeff the killer.
Behind the house in the backyard, was a lone, torn down shed, he'd check it out later, it's been a while since he had sharpened and cleaned his knifes with actuall cleaner.
He suddenly spotted the perfect place to slip inside the house. A window, one on the bottom floor was wide opened and the curtains flowed and swayed in the wind of late midnight.
Jeff walked in silence toward the widow, but stopped, in the corner of his vision, he saw a glimpse of a person, more like, a child in the top window of the house, the attic of sorts.
He shrugged it off and proceeded into the house. He looked at his surroundings, it was just a plain and simple, exempt, for one little detail.
Scattered every where, we're broken and shattered glasses, of a thing he knew all to well, alcoholic beverages laid all around the floor the stench of it was overpowering.
He pulled the hoodie up to his noes and continued to proceed toward and up the old wooden stairs. There were only two doors and one small wooden latch connected to the wall. He chose the door to the left, a large (KEEP OUT) sighn hung from a stick hot glued to the door "how cheep are these people?!" Jeff whispered to himself as he rolled his eyes and slowly dragged his knife across the wall for cinematic affect. He heard a silent gasp and a small scream come from inside.
Smirking he creeks open the door to see two, naked people sitting up, scared out of their wits. But now, their gonna be scared TO DEATH (literally). I walked slowly toward them, twirling my knife in my hands like it was a carousel, round and round and round, never stopping till the music stops, in this case, the music, will be their fresh screams ringing throughout the neighborhood.
Killing them, was the easiest part of the whole thing, but, there was something Jeff heard them say, that sort of, threw him off guard.
"PLEASE! DON'T KILL US! t-t-there is a-a-a wooden l-latch o-outs-side the door t-to the left! Our daughter i-is in t-there! TAKE HER INSTEAD! "He,he,he, do you really think I'll give up my prey for just a little kid, HA! You must think I'm insane, oh wait, I am! Hahaha! So go to sleep." Jeff ranted insanely, slitting both their throats in one swing. Their blood sprayed and cover the area within the two corpses range, covering Jeff in the process.
"Ah, the sweet feel of blood, so warm, and red. Well, time to make you beautiful!" Jeff exclaimed proudly, dragging his knife across the two corpses faces, making everlasting smiles to rest with their now stone cold faces.
"I wonder, if they have a child, what should I do with it, Mr. Slenderp only said to kill two adults, who are apPARENTly (I'm sorry, I had to have at least one pun in here) very selfish, I've bet they have lied alot." Jeff wondered aloud, pacing the room, the cops would show up any minute now, so he had to find out something fast.
Sirens rung in the distance as Jeff finally decided to find the kid and run. So Jeff quickly ran out of the room of the dead bodys, and pulled the handle to reveal a set of stairs. He quickly crouched in and closed the little compartment and locked it from the inside. Running up the stairs, Jeff made sure his footsteps were quiet, and he did so by taking his beat up converse off and letting his feet rest in only a pair of black socks.
When he made it to the top, what he found was, very..... weird.
A girl, a child actually, sat on the floor in the middle of the decaying room, looking straight at him, like she was expecting him to waltz right into the room. She had very pail skin, and dull green orbs. Her hair was a shade of crimson red, matted and tangled in a large heep of curly hair. Her outfit consisted of only a torn little sweater, with some very torn up shorts. No shoes. She was very, small, and looked about the age of 2, or at least 3. Her hair was a matted mess, and she sat on what seemed like, a pile of broken glass. Jeff stopped staring and quickly approached the emotionless child, and picked her up by her shoulders, her, just now realizing what is happening, held onto the mysterious man, aka. Jeff the killer, and started to silently cry, resting her head in the crook of Jeff's neck and shoulder as he hopped out the attic window, and retreated back into the woods.

(Sorry about not putting the whole, (hair color) (eye color) etc. I just wanted to tell the details and get it done with, saving you the trouble of having to choose, and saving me the confusion)