Carving a Smile (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 4

She perched on a thin branch, a few of her many tails wrapped around the trunk so that if the branch dared break, she'd be caught by her tails. 

A kitsune mask, fashioned after the Ancient style lay over the top half of her face. 

Her golden eyes searched the vast forested woodlands, her body half hidden by the peach and cherry blossoms. She didn't bother with hiding herself fully in the many sweet scented blossoms. 

People never looked up, it was simple enough. 

Her red lips twisted into a smirk as she watched a blonde poltergeist hum Wake me Up by a long lost soul called Avicii. Her ears perked so she could hear the ghost better.

"你好, DJ Death Beat!" she called out, speaking in her native language.

(Ni hao)

"Oh, hey Kitsune! Didn't see ya there!"
She rolled her eyes behind her mask, a smirk on her face. 

"So, anything interesting going on over in Slenderman's territory?"

"Eh, just Ticci boy being tortured. Something about letting somebody escape," DJ said with a casual shrug. "I asked BEN about it and he gave me some information about the someone Tobes let go."

Kitsune watched as DJ stuck a lollipop into her mouth, sucking on the sugar for a moment before continuing. 

"Female, daughter of General. (L/N)..." DJ paused, scrunching her nose. "Didn't you kill that guy?" 

"Yes, it was rather easy. He thought it would be a good idea to pull one of my beauties," she grinned, petting one of her black tails that dangled down from her tailbone. 

DJ laughed. "Everyone knows not to pull the tails of a kitsune! I mean, come on, that's exactly what you're not supposed to do with a Nine-Tails from Pokemon!" 

"Too bad I can find her right now if I wanted too. Dear old daddy gave her a curse, poor little thing," Lady Kitsune spoke with amusement. "It's so sad that Slenderman can't even find the doll, and he's stronger than I am!" 

Both women cackled, and began to walk to a broken down laboratory in the distance.

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The crack of a whip rang out into the musty air, and the sound of an injured cry filled what little space wasn't occupied by six, gorgeous black wings. 

The whipper clicked their tongue multiple times. 

"Oh Toby dear, if only you didn't let a little girl get away. You could be sitting upstairs right now, eating a plate of syrup drenched waffles topped with whip cream and chocolate chips..." they cooed into his ear. 

Toby closed his eyes tightly. He regretted everything he had ever done, including accepting the offer Slenderman had made to him when he burned the whole neighborhood down. 

The whip hit his bare back once again, his punishment given by the Black Angel.

Gorgeous and fair, but dangerous and absolutely sadistic.

A fallen seraphim.

They chuckled low and darkly. He could hear the grin as warm liquid dripped down his back, and the smell of iron filled the air.

"Bleeding already? My my my, I would've gotten out the cat o nine tail if I knew you'd bleed after the tenth whip..." 

Toby's tics came back, worse than ever.

He hated the cat o nine tail. The ends were barbed in sharp glass and spikes of rusted, contaminated nails, and held even sharp bones. They'd tear his flesh, stripping off layers of flesh, even down to the bone. Hell, they'd even scrap off bone.