Jeff/John
Slenderman, the others, and I were out hunting down some new killers. Slendy said that they were around 18, girls, acted like sisters, and were exactly the same but different. I was excited. New killers were always fun to annoy.
I just hope one of them isn't the girl I've been stalking for months.
We came accross an old tree house. Slenderman stopped and told us to keep moving. We waited for a few minutes when we heard shouts. Masky walked out and told Slenderman to put someone down. Everyone started walking out and I followed them. I saw the same girl that I had been stalking for months. Shit! Another girl was hiding behind her. It was the other girl that was living with her.
The girl I had been stalking now has stitches in her eyes. The girl hiding behind her had stitched a smile into her mouth. We all sat down and started talking I sat next to Nightfire. She had eyes that could pierce someones soul.
It was getting late and we invited them to stay with us. They agreed and got their stuff. When we got home we offered them one of our rooms, but they decided to take the couch. I walked into my room and laid on my bed. How could this happen. I've been stalking her for months and the night before I'm going to kill her, she goes insane. Ugh! This is sucky.
I started to play with my knife when I heard a soft scream. I walked to the living room and only saw Bloodlust sleeping. I looked around the whole house for Nightfire, but I didn't find her. I looked out side and I saw her curled in a little ball. I was going to go outside to see what was wrong, but just shook it off.
She must have heard me, because I could almost barely hear her mutter my name.
"J-Jeff?" she sounded tired.
"What is it, pipsqueak?"
"Hey," she stood, coming toward me. "Don't call me that." she held up her knife.
"Woah woah, easy there tiger, sorry." I told her.
Her eyes were red and slightly puffy.
"Were you...crying?" I asked.
"N-no! I don't cry..." she replied, turning her head the other way to wipe away a fresh tear.
"Listen, Night," I sat her down. "Tell me what's wrong. I can try to make it better."
"No! You say that--everyone says that-- but it won't happen. No one ever tries for me." Nightfire looked away.
I put a hand on her shoulder.
"Listen, Night. I promise if you tell me I can make it better." I said.
"D-do you Pinkie Pie promise?"
"What?"
"Cross your heart..." I did.
"Hope to fly."
I tilted my head to the side like a dog. Nightfire made a motion with her hands that looked like she had 'hand-wings'. I made the motion.
"Stick a cupcake in your eye."
"Uhm..." I cupped my hand as if holding an invisible cupcake and put it over my eye.
Night smiled.
"Okay...well, I had a nightmare about Bloodlust and I...." she told me the whole story, and showed me the stab marks.
I held in my own tears, looked up at her, and hugged her tight.
"I know I did already, but I Pinkie Pie promise I'll help you through this."
