Stalker? Or Savior? (Feat. Creepypastas)

Chapter 1: Things Have Changed

4 Years Later...

"Jack, how ya been? Did you hear about Jeff's kill last night?! Oh man it was so cool, he jumped on the guy while he was asleep and scared the shit out of him!" BEN came running into the garage while I was painting Lilith. I turned over towards him, to see a really big grin on his face. He was still young, compare to the rest of us at least.

"Ben, I live with him. Of course I heard about his kill, he was up all night talking about it." I turned back down towards Lilith and continued to spray. I decided it was about time that she got a new paint job, so I got some flame stencils, and I put blue flames coming off the sides.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Sorry." He looked down at his feet and shuffled a little bit. I shook my head at him, showing him that I really wasn't mad. He looked upwards for a second, as if trying to recall something, and then snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! Your new knife is finally finished being engraved!"

I looked up at him, and cocked my head to the side a little bit. "Well? Where is it?" He started looking around the room as if he forgot what he was saying again. He looked back at me after a few seconds, and blinked a couple times. "The knife Ben, where is my knife?" He gave me a look of recognition, and pointed towards the hotel.

"Jeff picked it up for you, he figured you wouldn't want to be disturbed. Obviously he was wrong though wasn't he?" He laughed, looking at my hopefully. I shook my head and shrugged. "I was kind of in the middle of something, but I guess I don't mind. Would you go get it for me?" I asked him, and his face got red.

"Oh uhm... Really? You want me to go and get it from Jeff for you?" He looked down and shuffled his feet again. I stood up from my bike and looked at him, nodding slowly. He looked up at me and shrugged. "It's just... He's 'Jeff the Killer' you know? He's kinda creepy sometimes, and I don't want to get on his bad side."

"Well you're talking to me aren't you? And I can be creepy sometimes. What's the difference between me and Jeff?" He looked up at me like I was crazy.

"He's like... He's so scary, and well known for being ruthless! You aren't, you're probably the most compassionate creepypasta out of all of us!" I cocked my head to the side, and grabbed my makeshift knife off of the table. I flipped it in the air, and grabbed it again backwards shoving it up against his throat. He flinched and squinted his eyes.

"Look at this. You want to call this compassionate, or weak, or not threatening, that's on yourself little man. But I have killed more people then you can even count to." He swallowed hard, and then nodded quickly. He looked me right in the eye sockets, and then looked away. "Now go get me my knife, and we'll talk again." I took the knife away and spun it in my hand. He turned around and ran out towards the hotel.

I yelled out to him as he got to the opening in the garage. He turned around to look at me, and I yelled "DUCK!" throwing the knife right at his head. He panicked, and didn't duck. The knife penetrated right through his hat, and pinned it to the wall of the garage. He looked at me in horror, and I nodded to his now pinned hat. "Shoulda ducked, now you've gotta get a new hat. You've got a lot to learn new guy."

Three hours later...
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"Knock knock Jeff!" I yelled as I walked into the apartment. Jeff was lounging in the chair, watching some random characters do random things on a random cartoon. I was about to ask what crap he was watching, when he giggled a little bit, and I refrained.

"Hiya asshole, your knife is here." He motioned his hand to the table without breaking his gaze on the television. I would have rolled my eyes... If I had eyes that is. "Ben was supposed to come and pick it up for me, did he stop by at all?" I asked, walking over to the table. Jeff shook his head, and continued to watch his cartoon.