Dream Come True (a creepypasta fanfic) [Edited]

Chapter 7- Moving on...

(Edited)

~~~~One Year Later~~~~~~~~

I was happier than i was a year ago.

 Ben is my best friend now, Sally is the little sister i never had.

 I eventually forgave Jeff, but i'm still mad at him, i still resent him.

But we got friends a few months back, and eventually stated dating. (I know, it's weird and unpredictable, but i started to crush him, he was my favorite Pasta after all.)

Don't think i forgot Blake, though, i will never forget him.

Is it crazy that i still love him? Even after a full year of him being gone?

Anyway, Eyeless Jack had become the older brother i always wanted but never had. My biological brother didn't care about me. All he really cared was that i payed him rent.

Oh yeah, speaking of my family, and by family i mean my parents and my brother, they are dead.

 But don't be sorry, i was the one who killed them.

 In fact, they were my second, third and fourth kills, and just the feeling of they suffering brought happiness that i never had felt before.

 Abby, Liam  and Jackie are still alive, i can never kill them and i will never let anyone even touch them. Specially creepypastas, i made sure to keep every creepypasta away from them.

 I was currently playing cards with Masky and Hoodie.

"Hey, Jenny, i'm going on a killing spree, do you want to come with me?" Asked Eyeless Jack.

 "Yup, lets go!" I answered. 

Me and Jack went together killing many times.

He takes our victim's kidneys and when he's done, i have my fin with them, gutting them, taking their organs out and other things, then i'd kill them.

Sometimes I was the one who took the kidneys and he was the one who had fun, but in the end, i gave the kidneys to him. 

I already have seen Jack without his mask, he's so freaking cute under it! 

He just doesn't believe it when i say it.

So, future victims, you better be ready, 'cause ready or not, here we come.

~~~~~~After the killing~~~~~~

I had so much blood on me and my clothes, but you couldn't tell because i was wearing a red hoody, i don't feel like washing my clothes soon, i don't mind wearing clothes with blood, as long as no one can see it.

When i arrived home i saw that Jeff went killing too because his knife had blood on it.

 I approached Jeff.

 "Hey, had fun?" I asked.

"Yup, those idiots just never stop begging to live." I smirked.

 I looked at Jeff's blade and the blood hypnotized me.

 "Can i clean it? Please, mine's super clean!" Jeff nodded and handed me the knife.

 I licked it, moaning at the metallic taste. I love the taste of blood going down my throat.

 Slenderman suddenly called us to the living room and everyone was there sat on the table so me and Jeff sat down as well.

 This can't be good news... It never is.

"Everyone hear knows about Zalgo, right?" Asked Slenderman, we all nodded.

Hell, how can i not know about Zalgo? It's impossible here in the Pasta world to not know Zalgo and Slenderman , everyone here talks about them! Not to mention i already knew them before i even turned into a creepypasta.