Happily Murdered (a Jeff the Killer fanfic) (to be edited)

Chapter 11: School time

~~~Dan's POV~~~

Jeff falls to the ground and starts twitching uncontrollably, then Slendy grabs him and runs out the room. I attempt to follow them but the second I try to use my legs I fall to the ground.

They made you Creepypasta, use your wings. Wings? I flap them twice to keep myself steady, the try to fly. No luck. I manage to crawl to the door and onto the landing, then Jack spots me.

"Looking for Jeff?" He picks me up in a bridal carry, and walks me downstairs, being careful of my bandages. I feel a wound down my spine as well, how the hell did that get there?

My thoughts stop when I hear the shouts and screams from downstairs.

I hear the simulation room door creak open then slam shut. Slendy must of put him in there to calm him. I get put down in a chair by Jack, then I realize I'm in the controls room. It has metal walls with black metal flooring, three big panels in front of me holding hundreds of tiny buttons, levers and switches. On the left is a whole wall of one way glass, looking at Jeff. One of the buttons catch my attention, a big, red button under some glass, then suddenly slendy slams a huge tentacle on it. Lights flash red and I see a concrete wall cover the door. Jeff just sits in the room, a pile of paper in front of him, a pencil beside him.

'What are you doing?' I question. "He just had a mental break down and they are expecting him to draw a landscape?"

"It is Jeffs way of calming himself. He expresses his feelings using words instead of a knife." I see him write on the paper. His face calms as he watches his hand dance on each line.

"I want to see him." I announce after half an hour. Slendy looks at me uncomfortably, but still opens a door beside me and lets me stumble through.

"Dan." He says angrily.

"Jeff are you feeling any better?" I put my hand on his shoulder but he recoils. Then he picks up the paper and reads it out to me.

Run away.

please!

Just get away from me.

Who knows what my damaged hands can do?

Or what sour words could suddenly slip from my lips.

I dont know what my eyes could see,

Or where my feet would run to.

What would you do if the thoughts are too much?

Or if my breath gets stuck on my throat and there is nothing you could do

I don't know how many tears will run down my cheek.

Or how much blood my nose will smell.

You say your not scared of me.

But the scary part is,

Jeff pauses here and walks very close

You should be.

He whispers the last part so just him and I can hear it.

Jeff is broken.

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I hurry away from him and back to Slendy.

"Dan, we need to talk about what's happening with the police and such." He says to me, sitting on the desk like a teacher. "I have made some... Adjustments to what they think happened. You are the victim in the story now, brought out of safety to be kidnapped again. You need to go somewhere public and cry into someone in powers arms, then slip back into normal society."