Jeff (a Creepypasta FanFic)

Chapter 4

I, Jack, Ben, Masky and Hoodie went to Ben's room after the dinner and we all took our place. Jack, Masky and Ben jumped on the bed while I sat on the floor, next to the TV and Hoodie leaned against the door. "So, what on earth do we do now?" Jack asked. Hoodie nodded his head and said, "3 weeks is very short, VERY," I nodded in agreement and looked around at the room, there was nothing else in the room except for the bed, the TV with the PS4, a little wardrobe and the windows with curtains and the door itself. The TV was sitting on a wooden tabletop which was encased with glass in the front side. It was transparent, and I could see all the PS4 games collection Ben had, I tried to read the titles, but its a little hard, because the glass was dirty and filled with dust. 'The Last of Us' and 'Battlefield 1', I manage to read some of the titles, they all must be latest games, won't they ( especially if Ben has it)? Masky took his knife out of his pocket and told, "We shall start from tommorow night,"

"Jealous of my room, Jeff?" Ben asked me, after noticing I was gazing around his room.

"Nah, I was just looking," I replied.

I stood up, "Let's start from now!" I exclaimed.

"Now?" Everybody asked .

"Yeah, now, why, what's the problem?" I asked.

Ben clutched his stomach, "Well, we have just had our dinner and I am a little...... tired." He said lowly.

"Okay, I get it. You don't wanna go, right?"

"Yup."

I smiled and nodded my head. I turned towards the door and opened it.

"Where are ya goin'?" Masky asked.

"I'm going to find the proxy, with or without you guys." I replied.

Jack stood up, "Okay, then, I'm going with you,"

"Me too." Hoodie entered.

Masky and Ben looked at each other and nodded.

"Maybe we'll stay here." Masky declared.

"Freakheads." Jack muttered and shoved me, "Let's go."

"Let's go." I told back.

I put on my white hoodie and went out with Jack and Hoodie.

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Bruce's POV-

I hoped on my bed and took my phone out. I snatched my earphones from the tabletop near my bed and put it on. I played a song and closed my eyes, wanting to sleep. Tommorow's a Sunday, so it didn't matter at which time I slept.

My brother and my parents may be already asleep by now. Maybe its time I did too. I frowned, and recalled my whole day, what I did and what I regret I didn't do.

I stood up and placed my hand at the window. I took a last look at the outside world before closing the window. I turned my head and spot a mysterious figure. A boy, certainly of my age, wearing a white hoodie with a knife in his hand. A big one.

And suddenly, my arm ached. I let out a small 'ow' and glanced at my arm. The scar which I had from my birth seemed to ache.

An O with an X over it.

I didn't pay attention to it and looked back to where the boy was. He stood there, staring at me. Hard.

And then even he didn't say it out loud, I knew very well what he said. He mouthed it.

He said "I got you."