Creepypasta: The Story

A Bad HABIT

               All of a sudden, Jeff woke up in the middle of a forest. After a brief moment of comprehending his current situation, Jeff looked around, still on the ground. The sun was either coming up, or going down. He'd see soon. Jeff had no idea where he was. This had only happened this severely once before: One moment he was getting out of the hospital, the next he had slaughtered his family and cut a smile in his face. This was bad. The type of tree was totally different. He was in the wrong forest, or at least the wrong part of the right one. Either way he was lost. He tried to get up. He couldn't. Then Jeff looked down. His whole body was cut up. He had a hole in his chest. From a knife. He looked and saw he still had his own knife. On further inspection of the surrounding area, there was blood everywhere, staining the grass and trees all around. "What the Hell happened here?" Jeff asked to no one in particular. Had he imagined all of those weird creatures and people he had met in that mansion? He couldn't have. Could he? Jeff didn't know. After a while, Jeff got up. It was painful even to take a step, but he managed to walk for a while. Eventually he saw, from the sky, that it was nightfall. Dark was falling upon him. He had to find the others, soon. Jeff could be dying from his wounds, and he wouldn't even know it. He sure looked like he was. He often took breaks to lean on trees, or something; The pain was too much to bear, sometimes. The wounds were rather fresh. A day old, at the very most. Soon, his insane portion of himself took over, once he found a home in the middle of the forest. There was a path; It wasn't far from a town, or city. He killed the inhabitants, and stayed there for a while, healing up, eating and drinking out their fridge. He even used their washing machine to clean the blood out of his hoodie. It had basically become totally red other than a few spots here and there. "Aha. My good ol' white hoodie." He said to himself. After about a day or two, Jeff felt rejuvenated enough to get up and leave. Once it was nighttime, He followed the path to the town, staying in the forest a bit so no one saw him. He saw someone walking down a path, a bit away from the rest of the town, and Jeff's insane side kicked in. He ran at him with his knife, like he usually did. What happened next, Jeff had to work to believe. The man caught his wrist, looked at him, squeezed his wrist so hard that he dropped his knife, took him by his throat, and pulled him right in front of his face.

        He was smiling, with an, admittedly deserved, cocky look on his face. He also somehow had a purplish glow about him. "Well, well. Look what we have here. Fresh meat." He said, with his low, dark, and actually amused voice. All of a sudden, another, voice, although delayed, said something from behind him. It was a voice Jeff recognized. A cracky, inhuman voice, and it sounded like it was an effort for the creature to get the words out. 

"Good. I haven't got a catch in..." As the deformed-dog looking creature leaned over from the other side of the man that was holding Jeff. "Jeff?" It asked, surprised beyond belief. Jeff tried to respond, but the man with the purplish essence was holding his throat too tight. All of a sudden it loosened a bit.

He studied Jeff's destroyed face. "You know this clown, Rake?" The man finished asking the deformed creature.

"Yesss. I do... Put him down, Evan." Rake asked. The man, 'Evan', glared at Rake. "What are you doing here, Jeffrey?" Rake asked him.

"I... Don't... Know..." Jeff said, on his knees, gasping for air, as the man dropped him. After a cough, Jeff continued, his voice back. "I just found myself in the forest." He finished, being in a lucid state, feeling as if he shouldn't attack this 'Evan' guy.

"You fought her all the way here?" Rake asked.

Jeff's head perked up. "What are you talking about?" He inquired.

"Lassst time I left the mansion, you were pitted against this girl. Slender-"

"Stick-in-the-mud." Evan corrected.

"Sssstick-in-the-mud..." Rake said, "Told you to take it elsssewhere again, like he did the previousss morning. You and the gal fought off into the woodsss. You never came back." Rake said.

"Oh..." Jeff said. Jane. She must've thought Jeff was dead, and left. "Who is this guy?" Jeff asked Rake.

"Oh, j--" Rake began, but Evan interrupted again.

"He who inHABITs this sanctuary. Mankind's bad HABIT." Evan said. "This body." He said, gesturing to himself, "Is just a vessel. Some idiot named Evan." He said.  Rake sighed, though it half-sounded like he was choking.

"Just call him HABIT." Rake said, shaking his head. Strange friendship those two had, Jeff concluded silently.

"Hmph. Yeah. I'm nothing special. Only the possessive entity responsible for the world's greatest killers and villains." HABIT said, looking, again, cocky.

"You aren't possessing me." Jeff said, crossing his arms. Then HABIT looked down at Jeff and, with perhaps the most diabolical smile Jeff had ever seen, HABIT said,

"I said 'greatest'." Jeff scowled at HABIT, and he laughed. With that, Rake stopped them.

"Just stop. Bottom line, do you need to get to the mansion?" Rake asked.

"Yes." Jeff responded, still glaring at HABIT.

"Oh. I can do that." HABIT said almost immediately, and This-is-Sparta-kicked Jeff backward. Somehow, he flew through an open door. He must've teleported him somewhere. HABIT then gave out an, again diabolical, and haughty laugh, as the door slammed closed. Jeff looked around. He was back in the mansion. Hoodie, Masky, and Toby were staring at him from the couch, silently, likely confused.

Eventually, floating casually above the three, BEN, his hands behind his head as if he was laying down, said, "Well. 'Bout time. Thought that girl killed ya'." He said it sincerely, though not necessarily happily. "Who was your friend?" BEN asked.

"No one you want to know." Slender answered for Jeff, scornfully, having appeared behind the couch, looking toward the door. "Just a Rabbit that knows not his place!" He said the last part progressively loudly, as if HABIT was in the other room and could hear it. "Masky, Hoodie. Bandage the child up." He said to his two proxies, as they immediately got up and began to wrap Jeff up from his wounds. Once finished, they lay Jeff on his bed, and let him rest. He sure did have an interesting trip. Hopefully next time I won't wake up in the middle of the forest, Jeff thought, and began drifting off to sleep.