How Did This Happen?

Chapter 1

How did this happen? How the HELL did WE happen? It doesn't make sense how BEN and I ended up together. How? Stop asking me how because I don't know! You know who Ben is right? And I am Jeff the killer. Tryna write something serious with the drop of sanity I have left. I'm still human afterall you know? Oh and also a growing teenager who needs to keep his hormones in check.

Screw it. I'll tell you my and Ben's story. I hope you get truama after this though.

Idiots.

The story begins....

There was blood everywhere. I had done an amazing job. The lifeless body of the body was lying by my feet, a small pool of blood had formed.

I made a messy murder. Well if he hadn't struggled and resisted like I told him to then maybe there wouldn't be this much mess to clean up. Because the jackass was moving alot, I messed up his face. It didn't end up beautiful like mine, but whatever. Time to clean up.

Not like I'm going to anyway.

But leaving my clothes dirty forever wasn't good so took off my hoodie and pants leaving me in my boxers and undershirt and went to the bathroom to wash them.

Carelessly stuffing them in the washer and turning the thing on(I have no idea how washing machines work) I went to the room where the body was.

It stilled bugged me how I messed up with fixing his face. If he hadn't squirmed so much maybe I would have done a better job! Whatever,not like it matters anyway,he's dead.

I moved the body and placed it against the wall to a sitting position, before turning to the tv. It was static, better turn it off. What a waste of electricity.

I faced my back to the tv and stared down at my victim, his ugly face still bothered me somehow. I was still holding my knife so I raised it and started stabbing his face multiple times, mutilating it even more. At the same time I was laughing maniacly.

I heard a 'thud' sound coming from behind me, and the static of the tv returned. I felt another presence and couldn't help but scoff. I had my knife ready in case of.....unwanted presences. I heard the-whatever it was-get closer. Angrily, I turned around to face the person and stabbes them right at the chest.

I waited for the scream of pain, or a whimper, anything.

I got nothing.

Not even the sound of blade penetrating through skin and blood spurting out.

What the...?

A blond boy about my age(I think? He was slightly smaller though) with a creepy smile(how ironic) was standing there not moving. He was dressed in green a green shirt and skinny pants/jeans, and brown boots.

He looked familiar, but putting that aside how did he-it surivive my attack?

I looked down at where I stabbed him. Yes I hit him exactly where the heart should be. Since he was not moving, I removed the knife and keaned forward towards the smaller body and poked his chest with a finger. Then I knocked on it, before stroking his neck slightly...

Okay by this point I was very weirded out because 1. His chest felt like wood, and 2. His neck felt like flesh. Like, what the fuck is he?

I was left there wondering when the 'boy' suddenly giggled.

"That tickles" he said in a childish voice, I jumped back and held my knife out in fear. I mean what the hell?! It could talk? A wooden statue can TALK?!

He looked around the room, starting from the dead body behind me, to the bloody walls and the pool of blood. "Ahh...I'm in the right house afterall" he said, not at all phased by the gruesome scene. Like seriously what is this guy?

"What are you?" I asked. I stabbed his chest a few more times, but none of those powerful stabs entered his chest. I gave up a few minutes later and started poking him with my finger instead. Yes the scars were there but no pain or blood at all? Although some sleek black liquid was coming from his eyes.

He pushed my hand away, and began walking around me circling me, I noticed he had a smirk on and was looking down.

It was then I realized I was still in my boxers. WAIT! I was still in my boxers?! GOD DAMN IT!

He might have noticed I was embarrassed and that my pale cheeks flushed red.

"What's wrong? Getting cold down 'there'?" He pointed at my...you know. "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP STARING!" I yelled at the whatever-he-is and went back to the bathroom to get my clothes from the washing machine.

I got my clothes out and when I turned around he was standing dangerously closed to me, I held back a scream and pushed him away. "What do you want?"

He only stood there, smiling stupidly.

I began putting on my clothes(nevermind they were still wet) and pulled my hood up. I looked at him, he was still staring at me. "What?" I spat, trying not to make it obvious that he creeps me out.

"Slenderman sent me to get you"

I frowned at him. "Slenderman? You mean faceless paperwhite tree tall tentacled back motherfucker? Business suit and all?"

Ben giggled at how I described Slenderman. "Uh, yea"

"Eh?!" I thought he was joking! "Why?"

"He wants to recruit you for your skills as a killer. Also, I recommended you" he leaned closer to me, I pointed my knife at him, not like it'll manage to do anything to him though, to keep him out of my comfort zone. "Uhhh why would you recommend me?"

Ben grins at me before winking. I stabbed him.

A few more minutes of pointless arguing passed, and...damn, I ended up going with him. So me and him went to the forest.

He insisted on walking behind me, and the entire time I felt his eyes on my ass.

He held onto the hem of my hoodie, directing me where to go.

I guess it was an hour passed before we reached this abandoned looking mansion.

Ben kicked the door open with a loud yell of "WE'RE HOME!"

(Im a sucka for creepypasta. It's life, and it's my sanctuary-besides anime)