Sleepless Nights, A Slenderman & Jeff The Killer Fanfiction

Jeff x slender

A blood curdling scream filled the small resident home bouncing off the walls, the maniacal laughter of what surely must be death himself, tormented the victim. 

"GO.TO.SLEEP!" Jeff smirked restraining the woman against the wall, the moonlight flitted in through the window glistening off his knife. The press of serrated steel against soft, supple flesh had the woman letting whimpered pleas. eyes wide and bloodshot. The knife scraped along her neck.

"Please, please! What did I ever do to you? Please don't kill me!" She cried pleadingly but Jeff ignored her, he wasn't one to listen to his victims cry and beg, though he would admit he did like to have people grovel beneath him at times. With another cry of anguish from the woman he pressed the tip of the knife into her neck splitting the skin with ease, his hand lurched forward slicing it through the rest of the way.

Jeff watched enjoying the sight of blood spurting out from where he jugular had once been connected. The blood had already started to stain the wall and the floor beneath him. He let go of her body, letting it fall to the ground limp and lifeless, like a doll with no purpose. Like a puppet without strings.

The sound of sirens lulled him out of his reverie. His head twitched.

"Seems like the neighbors may have heard the fun." He laughed, the toe of his shoe prodding at the dead body. Letting out one last cackle he walked out the front door leaving the crime scene before the police could arrive. He wiped the bloody knife on his blood stained white hoody. Jeff was already feeling the tied pull on his muscles, he enjoyed it. He knew he'd rest well that night.

Jeff soon found himself approaching the mansion. The door groaned as he pushed it open entering his home, the gentle squeak of his sneakers on the floor resonated off the walls as he made his way to the room he and Ben shared. 

By the time he had reached the stairs his eyes were already getting  blurry, he was more tired than he he had previously thought. His shoulders were sagging as he pushed open the door to the bedroom. He lazily pulled off his hoodie and shirt, then removed his shoes and pants leaving him in only his boxers. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and got in, pulling the blankets up securely and snuggled into the warmth. As a second thought he reached over for his eye mask but let out a quiet sigh when he couldn't reach the night stand. He figured he could sleep one night without it, he was used to it anyways. Jeff momentarily thought his bed seemed more comfortable than usual, bigger too, but he pinned that on the fact that he was so tired.

Slenderman stirred in his sleep waking up from his dream. He had been killing a sweet and innocent child that annoyed him to no end, with blonde hair and brown eyes she may have been cute but her voice had irked him until he was tearing her to shreds. Slenderman heard his bedroom door creak open, he listened intently. The blankets on his bed were lifted and placed back as a weight on the bed sunk down next to him.

'"Who in the hell?" He thought. The feeling the person gave off felt familiar. With a curious hand he lifted up the blankets, eyes widening as he took in the sight of Jeff.

"His face looks peaceful almost, dare I say, cute." Slender thought only realizing moments later what he had actually processed, he gently slapped his cheek, it was more like a soft pap. He couldn't actually think Jeff was cute, could he? No. That would be absurd. This was Jeff not someone that he could toy around with then kill after it was all done and over. Slenderman stared enthralled as Jeff snuggled into his side with a content sigh.

"Maybe I can just let him stay like this for now. We'll asses the situation in the morning. Besides one night wouldn't hurt. Would it?" He decided as he slowly drifted back to the pitch black world of his dreams.

Jeff's eyes slowly focused as he came back to reality, he blanched panic flaring in him as white encompassed his vision. He pushed himself back trying to scramble away but was stopped, the man had his arms around his waist.