Creepypasta Headcannon Oneshots: Book One

The One With Jeff's Smile (feat. a stunning display of emotion from jeff woods)

"Jeff's cut-in smile never really heals, though he's had to cut through scar tissue once or twice."

"Gosh darnet!" You swore as you mistimed your cut and sliced open your finger. Toby paused and put down his own snowflake (how he was able to make such beautiful creations even whilst ticcing was beyond you) to investigate the damage.

"Shit, thats-thats a pr-pr-pretty bad c-cut (Y/N)," he noted. You nodded, sticking your finger in your mouth and sucking the blood off it.

"I'll be right back," you said, standing up and navigating your way around the stacks of snowflakes the two of you had created in the last half hour. "Have to go clean it." Toby nodded, returning to his snowflake.

You made your way through the halls, trying to remember where the nearest bathroom was, when you saw Jeff stagger out of a doorway, covered in blood.

Now, Jeff being covered in blood is nothing unusual, it's Jeff for crying out loud, but usually the blood wasn't his own.

"Jeff, holy shit!" You cried as the infamous killer lost his footing and careened into the adjacent wall. You ran over and steadied him. "What the hell happened?" The psychopath groaned and rested his head on your shoulder. You shuddered as you felt something warm and sticky soak through your shirt.

Blood, you thought. And there's lots of it.

Stupid as it may be, your first instinct was to check to make sure Jeff's jugular and caratoid artery were still intact. (Yes, you knew if either were damaged Jeff probably wouldn't be standing, but creepypasta were different from humans. Maybe he'd survive it...?)

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Jeff slurred quietly, smearing more blood on your shoulder. You frowned.

"Checking for cuts," you muttered. "Its almost like you've sliced open your caratoid artery or something..." Jeff sniggered quietly- why, you weren't too sure. Jeff did have a screw or two loose though, so you put it down to that.

"Jeff, what happened?" You asked, propping him up into a more comfortable position. As soon as he was upright, however, you instantly knew the answer.

Jeff had re-cut his smile.

Based on the jaggedness of the wound, it had been no easy feat either, you noted absently. Probably because of having to cut through scar tissue- the stuff was built to last.

"(Y/N)?" Jeff asked. His head was cocked to the side and he was observing you with calculating eyes. Jarred, you shook yourself out of your stupor.

"Sorry, sorry, I just," you floundered for a moment, and something flashed in Jeff's eyes. Instantly you knew you had to come up with something quick, or Jeff would assume you were insulting his looks. The last one who did that ended up being buried with 18 stab wounds and you were in no hurry to follow his example.

"Its just disorienting seeing you covered in your own blood," you blurted, and just like that, the murderous glint was gone from Jeff's eyes.

"Concerned for me?" He teased. You stared up at him, unimpressed.

"Considering the fact that you were swaying while you walked and managed to careen headfirst into the wall, yeah, I was a little concerned," you deadpanned. Jeff scowled and flushed.

"Touché," he grumbled as he pushed off from the wall. You watched with rapt attention as he stumbled, then righted himself. "I didn't mean to cut the smile so deep, cutting through scar tissue is difficult." You raised an eyeborw.

"Clearly difficult is an understatement," you said dryly, gesturing to the blood smeared around his face. Jeff scowled.

"Shaddup," he grumbled. You sighed and followed him, deciding that you don't want to risk Jeff falling down the stairs.

"Oh, (Y/N)?" Jeff called to you once the two of you were at the bottom of the stairs. You turned to him.

"Do us a favour and don't tell the others I nearly passed out from bloodloss or some shit," Jeff mumbled, and my God your eyes must be deceiving you because did Jeffery Woods just blush??? "I, ah, don't like it when the others worry about me." You nodded.

"Sure thing Jeff," you said, then thought on his words. Your eyeborw shot to your hairline, and despite his earlier proclamation about not wanting people to worry about him, you literally could not help yourself as you burst out;

"Wait, you never told me you nearly blacked out!!"

(Lol, Jeffy still doesn't know how to cut his smile even after years of practice. Poor smol, dumb, innocent (read: psychopathic) bean)