Shadows Of Remorse (CreepyPasta x Undertale)

Chapter 24 - Silent Night

The night was silent, the distant sounds of the neighborhood giving off the impression of life. A few dogs were barking, responding to one another loudly in the most annoying way possible. The trees surrounding the town seemed to close in around it, as if trapping the village in an island of its own, far away from any sort of outside help. A perfect target, the boy had thought, the residents in the village were all too broke to move somewhere safer.

Standing up, he did have to admit he was a bit off on his killing game. Barely getting away from the zoo, he was a bit sore from not killing anyone for a little bit. To think that the legendary CreepyPasta himself would almost get caught by the police because he failed to notice the sirens until they were already at the location. Thankfully, he had some new friends that were very generous in helping him out.

The knife glistened in his hands as Jeff surveyed the house, his eye lidless face contorting into an expression of pleasure when he noticed all of the lights were off in the house. His knife felt a bit dull, he hasn't managed to get any kills in for a bit, since his new residence was hidden away in the woods and he couldn't drive for crap. It took a bit to walk on foot all the way to a town, he wasn't willing to do it every single night.

He really needed to learn how to drive.

It was a shabby house, a one story embarrassment to the high quality standard of living. What kind of family lived in there, he wondered. Possibly some drunk snobs who smoked even while they slept, or maybe a family just trying their best. Either way, they wouldn't live long.

It would probably be a quicker kill tonight, judging by his desire to get a kill in as quick as possible. Although his usual preferred killing style differed to what he intended to do, Jeff just didn't feel quite in the mood to taunt his prey. Something else was picking at his mind, causing the black haired male to just want to end a life of someone who thought they were better than him.

A scowl covered his face at the thought of that, the cut smiles in the corners of his cheeks not doing anything to cover his disdain with the thoughts in his head. People were worse than dogs, everyone was. All they did was mock those who didn't fit into their exact standards and hurt those who just wanted to be loved. If society deemed you as such, they would throw you into the roll of a killer without your control.

People were disgusting.

Now, others could tell that he wasn't a disgusting human. He was a CreepyPasta, and that was that. Jeff's face proved it, having burned far past the acceptable looks for a human. It was satisfying to stand above their beds and just wait, knowing their sixth sense would pick up his presence and force them awake in a sweat. Then that face, oh, that face when they would finally notice him next to their now conscious forms, noticing that he wasn't anything like them and that he was going to be their end. Knowing that their mistakes in life have finally drawn to an end, and that they could finally "Go to sleep" forever.

Jeff could almost taste the impending death of the household members when he pushed himself in through a window, the preferred method of traveling into buildings. Much more like a murderer, and Jeff was glad to call himself one. Humans would take pride in calling themselves by that name, but not himself. To claim the same name as those who had hurt him was a disgrace. He wouldn't lower himself down to them. Murderers were much more known, and they got rid of those the world deemed weak enough.

It wasn't the bullying that had set him off. In fact, it never really bothered him. They were just a few punk kids that would whisper things behind his back, as if they would have the actual backbone to say it to his face. They were insecure about themselves and attacked him from behind, whenever they thought his earbuds were high enough. It hadn't evolved into anything until the party.