Who Woulda Guessed? (CreepyPasta)

Stage 1

Photo of Jeff to the side!!

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*Marie’s pov*

                I wake up in a dark room, strapped to a table thing. My mind immediately goes into a panic, but I fight to remain somewhat calm. I look around and see almost nothing, nothing except a tray of tools and an old bookcase. Anything else in the room is draped in shadows and hidden from my view. I listen for anything, but am surprised at what I hear.

                “Should we make her a pasta? I mean, we know nothing about the girl, and Slendy has trouble getting into her head.” A boy’s voice says. The voice is muffled, like it is coming from another room.

                “I think she should just be made a proxy. She’ll stay human and we can always turn her into one of us later.” An even softer male voice says.

                “I want another girl here!” A young girl says.

                “Umm…guys? Sorry to interrupt but she’s awake. I’ll go sit in there until you all make a decision.” A boy says.

                I hear a door open and close, and footsteps come in my direction. I hear a chair scraping across the floor and someone sit in it.

                “You can stop pretending you’re asleep.” The boy says. “I’m Ben. Ben Drowned.”

                I don’t say anything, nor do I look at Ben. I keep my eyes closed and focus, focus on not losing it again. Last time I did, several people died, though I feel like the people here would keep that from happening…

                “What was your name? Marie, was it?” Ben asks.

                “My name is Jynx. Call me Marie and you will pay for it.” I growl.

                “Oh yeah? You seem a little tied up at the moment, Marie.” Ben teases. I know he is teasing, I can hear it in his voice, but I can’t help the single tear that betrays me. “Hey…don’t cry. I was only teasing.” I hear Ben stand up and take the step into my line of sight and then he lightly wipes away the traitor tear.

                Ben looks exactly like Link from Zelda, but with black eyes and red irises. He has blond hair and pointy elf ears, as well as the green Zelda outfit.

                “Jeff told us what he saw…are you okay?” Ben asks. I almost break down right there…but I manage to hold it in. I had never been asked that question before, not once in my 17 years.

                “No.” I answer softly, trying to keep my voice from breaking.

                “You will be.” He says and sits back down as the door opens.

                Two people walk in, though I cannot see them yet.

                “Jeff, Slendy, make a decision?” Ben asks. I guess he is talking to Slenderman and Jeff the Killer.

                “Pasta.” The whispery voice says. I assume this is Slenderman.

                Next thing I know, a rag of chloroform in on my face and I am out cold.

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                When I wake up, I feel different. I am dizzy and slightly nauseas. Opening my eyes, I see that I am in a white padded room, like the solitary cells in asylums. To my left there is a table with all sorts of objects on it. Knives, swords, hatchets, and anything else that could be used to kill someone all lay on the table.