How You Met

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Jeffrey Woods:

The killer, with his back hunched over lumbered down the streets of the little town, the dim streetlights shining onto the road.

It was late. 12 at night, to be exact.
Jeff had gone out for fun, just to calm his nerves after being scolded by Slendy once again.
He turned himself into a narrow alleyway, only to stop when hearing whimpers.
Whipping his head toward the direction, Jeffrey faced the trashcan and huffed.
The whimpers turned into wailing, and now Jeff was utterly confused.
He shuffled toward the sound, looking behind th trashcan to see a girl with worn out clothes, bawling her eyes out.
"Uh..kid..?" The killer muttered.
The child sniffled and her eyes shifted to the pale creature in front of her. Just then, her (e/c) eyes widened and a grin formed on her face like she was never crying at all.
"Jeff. Jeff The Killer." She said aloud, giggling to herself. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh..yeah, I guess. Where's your parents?"
"..." The girl sighed. "They left me, and.."
"And?" The killer cocked a brow.
"Nevermind."
"Whatever. Look..uh. I guess I'll be back."
And then he was off.

Yes, dear Y/N.
He will be back very soon.

Tobias Erin Rodgers:
Toby stalked through the deep, misty woods.
He twitched as he walked, his eyes darting side to side in hope of seeing a new victim.

Ugh. Just drop the ugly piece of trash.
But-
NO! DROP IT BITCH!
IT'S MY FUCKING BABY!
Smack.

Toby hid behind a tree and poked his head out to spy.
A woman with long, (h/c) hair and big, red eyes sighed and set the a basket down under the protection of a shady tree.
Standing next to her was an angered old man with blue hair and (e/c) eyes.
Strange colors.
Toby heard strange noises.
...baby noises.
Toby huffed at the man, beginning to creep over.
Slice.
His head was on the ground as his body slowly fell.
Slice.
The woman's head was on the ground too.
Toby walked over to the basket and kneeled down, about to end the child's life-
Wait.
There was something wrong.
The child had one smaller eye, and one slightly bigger eye.
On eye was lighter than the other.
It was skinny.
Too skinny for a baby this old.
Toby sat his hatchet down, and put his hand on the cheek of the child.
No reaction.
Toby grabbed the handle of the basket, picked his hatchet up and started off back to the mansion.

BEN Drowned:
BEN crawled through the XBox, a twisted smile on his face.
(Big Brother) screamed and through his controller at his sister, causing the newborn baby sister to awake and cry.
BEN growled.

Flashback
The newborn baby sister giggled as she watched her big brother play his games.
The 11 year old growled and slapped your cheek. "SHUT UP, STUPID BABY!"
BEN disliked his behavior very much so.

BEN tied strings to each of the boys limbs, pulling them apart.

The baby began to reach for BEN.

Jane Thomas:
Jane stumbled around the edge of the woods, humming a cheery, bouncy little tune.
Then she heard giggling.
Her head snapped towards the sound, her hair swishing slightly.
That wasn't any normal giggling.
That sounded like...a teenager's?
No..three teenagers.
All holding something wrapped in a blanket.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The two teenagers whispered to the third as she droooed the blanket bundle into the dark forest.
Jane stalked towards them, staying silent.

Slice.

The first one's neck was sliced open.

Splat.

The second was stabbed in the chest.

Snap.

The third's neck was snapped.

Silence.

"Giwl."

Jane looked down at the blankets.

A child, about five months was wrapped up in blankets, her bright (e/c) eyes staring up at the woman standing over her.
H/C fuzz sat on top of her head.

Jane picked the child up and was off, into the forest.

Natalie Oulette:
Y/N began to repeatedly punch -Chosen Name-.
(C/N) was queen bee of the school, and you were sick and tired of her and her minions pushing you around.

Until she fought back.
You were getting beaten to a pulp.
Literally.
Then it all went black.

You woke up in a place you didn't recognize.
A woman with a clock for an eye stared at you, tilting her head.
"You alright, kid? You took quite the beating."

//Hope y'all like it! ^_^
Sorry that Clocky's is so short, I couldn't think of anything.
Any requests? Lemme know!\\

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