Serial Killer (Jeff the Killer X Ticci Toby)

Meeting - Toby

     I wasn't paying attention. I was just running, trying to find somewhere, anywhere to go, when I ran into someone. The two of us were thrown to the ground, and I looked over at him. He had long dark hair, that fell into his face when he had fallen, and a white, blood stained hoodie. "Y-you're a killer," I said. His head shot up, causing me to see his blue eyes, outlined in black, and a joker-like smile that had been permanently carved into his face. "You don't seem that innocent yourself," he said. I looked down at my brown hoodie, now covered in blood, and wiped some of the blood off of my face with my sleeve. 

     He started fiddling with his knife. "I haven't seen you in the woods before." "I had to run," I said. "Run?" He asked. "Why?" I contemplated telling him for a few seconds. "I killed my dad, and started a small fire, and then there was this tall ass man with no face, and then this boy, and he looked like Link, but there was no way he was Link. Link isn't real, and he was all bloody, and he had no eyes, and there was no way he was just swimming, so how the hell was he in the water for that long? And-." The man cut me off. "You started that fire?" I nodded. "Dude! That fire took hours to put out. I haven't seen these woods blaze like that ever." 

     He took my duller hatchet. "There's no fucking way you killed anybody with this," he muttered. Then he started sharpening it with his knife. I hated the sound of the metals clashing. "No," I replied. "I used a knife." I flinched at the sound. "Does this bother you?" He asked doing it louder. "Yes," I responded. I wanted to scream. I hated it so much. This was worse than nails on a chalk board to me. "Good," he replied.

     He sharpened it for a couple more minutes, until he was satisfied. Then he handed it back to me. "What's your name anyway?" He asked. "Toby," I responded. He smiled more, even though it didn't seem possible. "I'm Jeff." He reached towards my mouth guard. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, jumping back, and ticking a bit. "Calm down," he whispered. "I just want to see you." I shook my head. "Why not?" He asked. "Just don't take my mask off, okay?" I responded. He looked down. It almost seemed like he felt sorry. Then he jumped up. "You need food," he said. It took me by surprise. It was just so random. "What?" I asked. "Well, you do," he responded. "You said you killed your dad, and that means you can't go home, and you're going to need food from somewhere." I shrugged. "I mean, I think I'll be alright." He grabbed my arm. "Come on. I actually somewhat care about you, so you're going to accept my generosity."