Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 26: Comfort

Chapter 27

Collin P.O.V

    It's been about a day and she hasn't stopped. 

"Nghh, dad! Mom, no!" I heard a faint wail from the bedroom where she was staying. She's been yelling and whining, sometime's she'll just collapse onto the ground and weep and wail. 

She's gotten kind of clingy to me, as if I am her lifeline. It's not that I don't like it, but if she becomes my girlfriend, she's just...clingy. She's stuck to me except when she's sleeping, showering, or...well yeah that's it. Is she really scared of everyone? Was that tragedy too horrible? 

I mean, my parents left me, hell, they didn't even love me. She's just feeling guilty, i guess. I roll over on my bed, trying to block out the whimpers and sobs coming from her room. 

But why me? Why doesn't she cling to Jeff, they had something in the past apparently. That makes my stomach churn. Jeff is a cool friend, but I don't think that he should date Amber, she doesn't seem her type. 

 I stare up into the bunk where Jack is sleeping, I wish I had the top bunk. I reach up and poke Laughing Jack. 

"Jack!" I whisper. 

"Mhmp, five more minutes." he whines, swatting my hand away. 

"Jack! I need some cat candy, I'm going to try and soothe Amber." I say, poking harder. 

"Fine." a second later, something hits me on the head. I start to search the floor for he stupid piece of candy. Why is it so dark? 

Finally my hand encloses on the wrapper and I unwrap it, pop it in my mouth, and wait for the transformation to begin. 

As my eyes quickly adjust to the dark room, I perk up my ears, listening for Amber. There was no snoring coming from her direction, which means she's either lying awake thinking, or, hell I don't know. I pad to the door, damn, why wasn't it open? Bounding over to the shelf beside the knob, I jump onto the shelf and turn the handle, pushing it. Gosh, this desk is slippery. My foot lands on something slick and I flip over. 

A cry, or meow, escapes my jaw and I use my tail to flip over onto all fours before I hit the ground. 

That was close. 

I pad out of the room and down the hallway to where Amber is. Her door is closed to, but there is not a shelf to help me this time. 

I sit beside the door, I am tempted to meow or scratch at the door, but maybe she'll have to use the bathroom, or some look for me. I curl up bside the door and put my ear against it. 

 I heard faint footsteps getting closer and I backed away from the door as it opened. 

Amber stood there with a tear-covered face. 

I ran up to her and rubbed on her legs, purring. SHe crouched down and started to pet me. "It's okay, Collin, you don't have to comfort me." 

I jumped and pawed at her hand. 

She picked me up and held me close to her chest. I squirmed as she crushed me a little bit. I climbed up on her shoulder and rubbed my head against her neck. 

"Okay, you can stay there, that will be your spot I guess." she said. 

"Should I run away?" she asked me, "but where will I go?" she sighed, and pet me some more. 

She turned around and went to her bed. 

"I just don't want to be here. Everyone here is a monster."

I hissed slightly and clawed her hair. 

"Well, not you, but still." she said. 

I understood. Nobody would want to be with a family of murderers. I didn't even know why I was housing with one now. Well, he wasn't technically a killer anymore. I get nervous just standing here in the house, human or cat. 

Why was it that we felt this way? Because we were still human, perhaps? 

I wondered if Jack would slowly feel like us, when he slowly looses his insanity and comes back sane. Will he feel the sense of dread we felt as we walked into the house?

When were we going home? And where would Amber stay? I wouldn't allow her to stay here with these psychos. I should be considered one, too, but I had some sanity left. I guess Slender was the boss or main guy who was repected by all the other Pastas. 

"Can I tell you something?" she asked, stroking my head. 

I nodded, and nuzzled her cheek. 

"Well, me and Jeff had something once, but I don't know if I could go back to him, because he's lost sanity... but we've had so much history together, us. Toby and Ben too. They were guys that I trusted back then and they were there for me. I just don't know what to think of them now. I know when I was in the room, I felt really happy with them, I felt like I could bring the good times back. But that's in the past, and we've all changed." Amber said. 

Her hand fell from my back onto her leg. She sniffled, and I could feel her heating up. 

Don't cry, please! 

She cried anyways. Whever a tear dropped, I took my paw and dabbed her cheeks, until the were dry. 

"Your such a good cat." she mumbled. "Will you stay with me for the night?"

As she started to lie down, I crawled on the other pillow, under the covers with her. Hopefully I wouldn't turn into a human, because when the morning came and I was in Amber's bed with her...

Ugh, Jeff would kill me.