CreepyPasta One Shots

For AmandaFuscone (Jeff The Killer: Do I really Have To Track You Down?)

*WARNING EXTREMELY LONG*

Jeff The Killer: Do I Really Have To Track You Down?

I was hiding in the woods. Nearly an hour ago I had killed my bullies. I was only 19 now, and I was a murderer. I can't say I didn't see it coming.

I was born with a strange disease that made my eyes a clear silver (Silver!) color. I got a lot of shit about it, too. In my freshman year of high school was when it got bad. I had 3 main bullies, Ali, Sharon, and Haven.

So, I slowly lost my sanity. I know I must have been born crazy because just a few bullies wouldn't make me murderous. Still, I was NOT sane.

An hour ago I was normal. Sane to the best of my abilities. Until they came knocking on my door. They dragged me out and beat me in the woods behind my house. As they turned to leave, I got a large rock nearby and killed them.

The first to go was Ali. I grabbed her from the back of the pack and smashed the back of her skull, knocking her out. Then, I smashed in her temple, instant death.

It all happened in a split second. She was dead when they turned around. Sharon screamed and turned, while Haven was frozen in place.

I reached out and turned Sharon. She quickly lost her balance and fell. I smashed the bloodied rock in her temple, the soft spot.

I grinned manically at Haven. She was my worst bully, taunting me since 6th grade. I grabbed her and threw her into the pool of blood. I smashed the rock on her chest, nose, legs, arms, stomach, you name it.

She slowly lost consciousness. I had hit and artery at some point and it was killing her. I hit her in the head one last time, and she was dead.

I stared at the dead bodies. I was a killer, a murderer, a madwoman. It felt great. I turned and ran as fast as I could. I did not want to be caught.

MEANWHILE AT THE SLENDER MANSION:

"Jeff, there is a new Pasta I need you to go get." Slender said to me.

"Hctdjghgjogf." I say. "I just... Hjuyogf." I rolled around on the couch.

After a nearly 20 minute argument I decide to just do it.

I grab my knife and head out to the nearby woods. I had become quite used to the smell of blood, and right now I smelled it.

Following my nose, I quickly find her. She is covered in blood and leaning on a tree. I sneak up behind her and put my knife to her throat. "Don't run and I won't hurt you."

She tenses up but doesn't move. As I begin to lead her, she smacks her head against me and runs. She quite quick but I catch her.

Crystals P.O.V
I give up. Looking back I see a pale face with blue eyes ringed in black. His smile is inhuman, too wide. It was then I noticed it was cut. Thankful it wasn't the police, I start up a conversation.

"Looking at your smile, I'm guessing you're a murderer too, huh?" I ask him.

He responds with "You could definitely say that. My names Jeff, Jeff The Killer."

Despite the smile, burned eyelids, and white skin, I can't help but think of how cute he is.

As we walk, we continue talking. By the time we reach the mansion, I have gotten to know him well.

He stops on the porch. Turning to me he seemed nervous.

"Um, I don't normally do this but," he trails off. Then he does something I never would have guessed. He kissed me, folks.

Which led to making out. Which led to him leading me to the back room. Which led to me being naked and him on top of me.