Creepypasta Oneshots/Preferences

Jeff the Killer One Shot-

A/N: this is a sad oneshot.
Trigger warning: death, self harm etc...

* the song will be a bit fast to read along too, even though it's a slow sad song. You might want to listen to it first then read? Idk, or vice versa.

Also Jeff is very out of character because well... You'll find out, but please don't comment things like "He wouldn't be like that" because I did pre-warn you.

(Not my artwork)

There's no sunshine,

This impossible year.

I walked down the street, head down and white hoodie up, covering my raven hair. My knife in my pocket, but I couldn't touch it, it reminded me of her.

Y/N L/N, my best friend and my girlfriend she bought it for me when I broke my old one. I looked up a the sky, no colour at all— grey covered it and a few spots of rain fell.

The pitter patter on the pavement, alongside the tapping of my shoes along the path sounded like some sort of sad melody being created in my head.

The Creepypastas at the mansion were convinced I was weak now, but of course I would be, the only person who understood me, and loved me had committed suicide. None of them seemed too bothered by it, the only ones I would say were bothered by it were Sally, LJ, and Toby (surprisingly).

Only black days and sky grey,

And clouds full of fear.

And storms full of sorrow that won't disappear.

It's been a week since I found her. Dead in her bath. She had taken a knife and cut down her arms. A letter was on the toilet by the bath, it's not anyone's fault. I couldn't bare it anymore. I love you Jeff, always have and always will.

I would often sit up at night, beating myself up, to the point where I had bruises and gashes over my body. It was all my fault she was gone. I could've helped her, but I didn't. I would angrily punch the wall next to me and collapse onto the hard,  wooden floor, sobs wracking my body. My eyes were red raw from crying—  I hated being like this. I felt weak.

Just typhoons and monsoons,

This impossible year.

A sigh escaped my lips. I missed her so fucking much. I begged Slender to bring her back but every time I asked he'd say he was busy, and when I asked him again he just said that she wasn't that good of a Creepypasta anyway and she was just a distraction and now I would be more concerned about killing victims again. How dare he speak of Y/N like that! Does he fucking know that she was my girlfriend. Of course he does, that's why he said it. To make me flip, and kill more people.

I started killing more but not for Slender, for me, trying to get the horrible scene that would play over and over in my head to stop. I hated this. Why didn't she just talk to me about it? Why did she have to go? So young too.

There's no good times,

This impossible year.