CreepyPasta

Jeff

Jeff's Point Of View:

I was craving to hold something sharp. I sat handcuffed to a chair. Long story short Ben Drowned got mad and we got mad. Blah, blah, blah, we fought and now I'm locked up against a very uncomfortable chair leg. I saw Ben walking toward me. "Okay Ben you can let me go now!" I was frustrated because I've never gone this long without killing somebody, and I was craving! "No I'm not letting you go until Slender knows what you did!" I sighed and shifted on the floor. Ben started walking off. "Ben!! Let me go!" Ben looked at me and walked back into the shadows. Seeing that my situation wasn't looking to hot, I felt around the floor in search of something that could help my numb butt get off the floor. I stretched a little and felt something pointy. I pulled it close. Paperclip. Finally, I was getting helpless! I hooked my hand around the other and stuck the paperclip in the lock. After a few minutes of fumbling the lock turned and the handcuffs popped off. I stood up and inspected my hands. They would not be holding a knife anytime soon! They were swollen because of my 36 hour lock up. I heard a shuffle in the room and turned around only to get punched in the face. I flew back and slammed into the wall. Well THAT was rude! "You don't learn to you?" Ben looked murderous. He pulled out his knife and pointed it at me. I felt around my pocket and felt a half eaten Twinkie. Really? You can't kill someone with a Twinkie! I don't know what  possessed me then and there, but I pulled out the Twinkie anyway. I pointed it at him. "Really?" Ben asked. "What?" I mean hey! Cut me some slack! When your handcuffed to a chair for 36 hours, and your hands get swelled up you would expect me too hold a knife? I felt something strong to the side and saw Slender. "Oh hey!"

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