Creeps [A Creepypasta Fanfiction

#1: Mark Your Kills

Jeff pressed himself back into the shadows of the man's room.

He had been planning this for weeks. This man lived alone, no family and not many friends. No-one would notice.

To bad, though.

Jeff loved it when his kills made a scene. He loved the publicity and the mindless rabid fangirls that would possibly jump in front of a train if he told them to. But the Slenderman had, of course, set up a bunch of new rules.

'Don't kill someone who's death will be noticed, Jeffery.' That was the worst one.

Jeff shook his head to clear it as the man laid down in his bed.

This one was going to be easy.

Jeff almost felt disappointed.

In one fluid movement, Jeff emerged from the shadows, pinned the man down to the bed, and placed the tip of his knife to the victim's stomach.

The man squirmed and attempted to scream with Jeff's hand over his mouth.

Jeff panted in excitement and licked the place where his lips should be. This was a long time coming. He'd been holding back after a huge scare with the cops a couple of weeks ago.

Now that was over.

Time to kill.

Jeff leaned in close to the man. His rancid breath made the man nearly vomit.

Jeff raised his knife and plunged it directly into the man's stomach. The Killer twisted the knife, relishing the man's whimpers of pain.

"Now," Jeff rasped, "go to-"

The light turned on.

"Jeff?"

"What the fuck?"

Jeff turned to look at the owner of the voice, a tall, boney creature with black skin and a blue face that resembled plastic.

"Jack?" Jeff stood up, leaving the knife in the incredulous man. "What the hell are you doin' here? I told you this was my kill."

Jack tilted his head. "Uh, no you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Knife...in...stomach..." the man on the bed rasped. "Oh, shut up, the adults are talking," Jeff said dismissively.

"...bleeding...out..."

"Since when can we 'mark' kills? Since when is that a thing?"

"Well, since last week's meeting." Jeff rolled his eyes and turned back to his victim. "What are you talking about? Mr. Slenderman never said anything about-"

"Yeah he did," Jeff straddled his kill. "He said it while you were taking a leak."

"What?!"

"Yep," Jeff said as he slowly pulled the knife from the man's stomach. "But he said it was a timeout!" Jeff chuckled and licked the area where his lips used to be. "Yeah, well Slendy's a fuckin' asshole."

"At least save me a couple of organs." Jeff stopped his knife from plunging into his plaything's shoulder. "No, Jack. Go find a family or something."

"...dying..." Jeff slapped the man's face. "Quit your bitching. I haven't even gotten started yet..."

"'Kay," Jack said and left the house to find his own kills for the night.

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