You Can't Change Me (Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

Jeff's POV

There it is again. That feeling that I can't control. I don't understand it. But what I do understand is, I LOVE to hurt people. I can't stop it. It's a FUCKING addiction. I know I'm insane and I love it. It's good to be bad. I've told myself multiple times that it's wrong to kill, but the thing is... I DONT GIVE A SHIT.

I walk inside of the abandoned asylum I reside in with my friend BEN. He only stays with me to help me find my ... victims. HaHahahahaha!! You see, I make videos on YouTube. And whoever decides to be a complete and utter dumbass and ignores my warning, I decide that they are a waste of life and BEN tracks their location and I pay them a little visit. They were all on at night, so they must not have been tired. But to bad it's my job to make them Go To Sleep.

"Hehe.. hey Jeff! Hehhehehehe, we have another hit, man." BEN says. I walk over to him and lean over the computer. He looks at me with his black eyes and red pupils, and grins. "What the fuck are you smiling at?" I snarl. "Nothing. HER address is 2405 Chavis Lane. Go get HER, man." He says, putting emphasis on HER. I chuckle, and run down the halls of the asylum to get to the exit.

Tonight, all hell is going to break loose.

Emeralda's POV

I sat on my bed after a long day of school, and listened to Mr.CreepyPasta read his stories. His voice is just sooo... mmmm. I was listening to him read "Jane The Killer" when I noticed a weird video in the related section. I decided to click on it and watch, deciding it was just an upcoming YouTube video-er. "Ughh, it's taking forever." I said to myself. While it was loading, I went downstairs and grabbed a bag of UTZ and a can of Mr. Pibb. When I ran back upstairs, my computer was flashing a bunch of messages like "ERROR" and "EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN". I sighed and turned it off. Well, there went my day.

I went in my closet and changed into a pair of black tights and a white hoody from Hollister. I left my hair down cause it was all straight. I checked to see if my makeup was still in order, and decided to do a touch up of my eyeliner, and brush my lashes with more mascara. I only wore that ish to make my eyes stand out, because I wear glasses. I slipped on my Nike Air Assaults and walked downstairs. The TV was on the news channel, but I completely ignored it, turned it off, and walked out of the front door.

It was cold as hell out here, but I really wanted to go climb a tree. Don't even ask why. I walked to my school, and found my favorite tree, and I began to climb it. Once I got to my favorite branch, I sat there and relaxed. I looked out over my town and sighed in content. The sun was just starting to set, and the clouds were purple, pink, and orange. GORGEOUS.

I started to hear some rustling underneath me, and I peeked down silently to see if it was a deer or something. Boy, was I wrong. Leaning against the tree, was some dude in a white hoody, with black dress pants on. There were a few red splotches, but I thought it was just the design. But something was... off. I remained silent and just watched him stand there.

He kept murmuring to himself and it was really creeping me out. ALOT. I climbed a little higher so I could remain out of sight if he looked up. Unfortunately, an acorn fell off of a branch and hit him on the head. He looked straight up, and just to my luck, right at my face. I gasped, his hood fell off and what I saw was just, odd.

His eyes were scarred, ringed in black and wide open. He had duct tape over his cheeks and it looked like he tried to put foundation over it to hide it. His hair was about shoulder length and greasy, like he hasn't had a shower in a long time. He grinned at me, and started to climb up after me. I froze, I couldn't move or even think of what to do. He grabbed my foot, and tried to pull me down, but I snapped out of my trance and grabbed on to the branch above me. I kicked him off, and climbed to another branch and started to descend from the tree. He grabbed onto my hair and out of shock fell out of the tree, pulling him with me. I hit a couple branches on the way down, and felt a bone crack. I managed to flip around so that I wouldn't hit the ground first, when we landed, I landed on top of him. I immediately got up and tried to run, but my ankle must have broken. So I fell back down and backed up against the tree trunk, and screamed as loud as I could. The dude got up, groaning in pain, and walked towards me, pulling a knife out of his hoody pocket in the process.

My breathing picked up and I flew into a panic attack. I felt myself start jolting around and hyperventilating. He grinned in satisfaction and picked me up by my throat and held me against the tree.

"Wh-who are you?" I managed to say. He chuckled darkly. "I'm Jeff. Jeff the Killer. But you can call me, your worst nightmare."

Jeff put the blade into the corner of my mouth, and sliced a small gash into both sides. Then, he stabbed me in the stomach causing me to scream. I felt my cheeks rip open and blood poured down my face. Then he put his knife up to my neck and slowly drug his knife across it.

"Go To-" "HEY! STOP!" Jeff dropped me and took off running into the woods. Everything around me kept fading in and out. "Stay.... Me.... You'll be.... Ok. CALL.... AMBULANCE!" the. Everything went black.