Your POV
I feel the wind run through my hair as I run after my victim. I decided to purposely let him get the feeling that he's going to get away even though if I wanted to, I could catch him and kill him in a second.
"Help me!", my victim yells, his voice echoing through the empty woods.
The only one's in here are the creepypastas and him. I chuckle and increase my speed, running next to the victim. As soon as he sees me, his eyes widen and he trips on a rock. I start laughing and stop right in front of the moron.
"H-How in the hell did you manage to trip on a rock while your life is on the line here?", I ask, my stomach starting to hurt from how much I'm laughing.
My victim starts coughing, still lying on the ground. He looks up at me pitifully, a small trail of blood running down his chin. My laughter slowly dies down, and I slam my foot next to his head. He squeaks and flinches away from me. I snort.
"Shall we get to the fun part now?", I ask, sliding my hand in to my pocket and taking out my precious axe.
His eyes widen and small tears slowly climb up to the corners of his eyes.
"Please don't..", he whispers.
I smile and crouch down, gently placing my hand on top of his head and petting him.
"If I let you go, you won't tell anyone will you?", I ask, teasing him.
He smiles lightly, nodding his head frantically. I smile wider and grip on his hair, pulling him up. I lean closer to him as his face grows desperate again.
"Did you actually think I was going to let you go after all this has happened?", I ask, chuckling.
"I-I haven't seen your face yet! I don't know what you look like, how could I tell anyone anything if I don't know?!", he says.
I look down at him, frowning. Slowly, I lift my hand to my face and slide down the mouth mask I'm wearing. I also lift up my protective glasses and then smirk down at him as the tears are now running down his cheeks.
"Now you know. And, you have no escape.", I say, lifting the axe under his chin.
He lets out a sob, and I shush him.
"Shh, will you shut up? I don't like sobs, I just like the screams. Ooh ooh, I haven't heard what it sounds like when one's gasping for air when they've had their throat slit.", I say, lifting the axe so that it's now touching his already pale skin.
"Oh, wait.. I have! Silly me, silly me.", I say, chuckling.
I let go of his hair, letting his head slam on the ground. I lift the axe over my head in a swift motion.
"I haven't tried this yet.", I whisper, swinging down the axe.
It hits the back of his neck, only getting halfway through before it gets stuck.
"Huh..? it seems my axe is getting dull again..", I mutter, feeling his blood splash on my cheek.
My eyes start twitching, my cheek also. I chuckle and stand up, placing my foot on his shoulder. I rip off my axe, again lifting it over my head.
"Oh well, more fun for me.", I say out loud, again swinging it down on the same spot as before.
He gurgles out blood, coughing and gasping for air. I start laughing, hitting the axe on his neck multiple times, until his head falls off. I stop laughing, the axe over my head.
"Ah- Already?", I mutter to myself, lowering the now bloodied up axe next to me.
"How boring, I thought I still had a few moments.", I say, kicking his head away like a football.
Someone laughs behind me.
"That was h-hilarious! Now I wanna k-kick his head too!", Toby, my boyfriend says, swinging his arm over my shoulder, with a bit difficulty though since he's short.
I laugh with him.
"It was funny.", I admit, looking down at the remaining body of his.
"Oooh, it's, it's still t-twitching.", Toby says, kicking the boys arm.
We both start laughing, before Toby leans over and kisses my cheek.
"I love youuu!", he says, turning to face me fully and wrapping his arms around my neck.
"I love you toooo.", I laugh.
"I'm hungry, let's go eat. Slendy will clean the body later.", I say and pick him up.
