"Pay attention brat."
The shining silver blade sliced through the air again and again and again. Lamp-light bounced off of the metal and flickered over the hole riddled walls like funny fireflies.
When Uncle Jeff said they were going to play together, (Y/N) was already reaching for her very best crayons. She didn't really see Jeff often, or E.J. If they didn't turn up at the dinner table, you couldn't catch them. So when he told her that he was going to teach her a new game, well, who was she to say no?
"Can't shake." Jeff instructed, flipping the knife with his fingers, "If you're gonna do something, do it. You have to be sure." Each move was perfect, smooth and easy.
"Why?" (Y/N) finally brought herself to ask. Shuffling on little feet, her fingers twiddled with the hem of her (Y/F/C) shirt and tracing the glittery butterfly pattern.
Jeff paused and her eyes dashed away.
He tilted his head, thick black hair tumbled over his shoulder, "Why what?"
She was chewing on her lip like a starving child, clearly unsure of what she wanted to say. Jeff hadn't thought he was being...'scary'. Hell, he'd made sure to stay away from the brat ever since she showed up. But this was vital information. It was only a matter of time before she turns into the cold-blooded killer like the rest of them. He couldn't let her waltz out the front door uneducated. That was irresponsible. She was four years old and it high time somebody taught her the important things.
"How come you is playing with a knife?" (Y/N) finally asked, "Daddy says it's dangerous."
Jeff smirked and shook his head, "Anything is dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, kid."
Big (Y/C/E) eyes now watched the blade with the curiosity he'd been waiting for. There may be hope for her after all.
"Wanna try?"
Again she hesitated and Jeff deflated just a little. "I don't wanna hurt my fingers." She admitted almost shyly, "Unca Toby painted my nails."
"That's how ya learn, Squirt." He laughed and handed over the knife that (he now realized) was nearly as long as her forearm, "Builds character."
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"Like this Unca Jeff?"
"Well...yeah, that's the idea. Just keep your other hand free. Most of the time, people don't like it when someone tries to kill them, so if they see you, they're gonna try to swing on ya."
"Not killing them though. Makin' them beautiful so they can go to sleep."
"Atta girl."
Mama Masky paused, lingering near the open slit of the door just out of the glow's reach. He didn't have to ask. He knew.
"Try again." Jeff instructed, "Snap your arm back to your chest. Can't leave it open or you become a target too."
'Cosmic Walrus, if you're listening...know that I kill in your name and no death is unjustified......and if you could see to it in your infinite wisdom that Jeffery Woods is sent straight to Hell, I'd appreciate it.' Masky thought and the bedroom door was pushed in without a sound, allowing the angry mama bear to step inside to rescue his little cub.
On one hand, Jeff had his back to him and for a minute, Masky pondered the idea that this would be an easy takedown.
But on the other hand, the long-haired killer developed a set of eyes in the back of his head (which is necessary for their line of work). And he spun around with hands already reaching for the intruder's throat.
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FanfictionChildren... A burden or a blessing? Luck or fate? Life in Slender-Woods is pretty routine; Wake up, fight, killing spree, sleep. Repeat. It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it all....But an adorable little monster is brought through the doors...