THIS IS A FICTION STORY! ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO CREEPYPASTA, OR WHATEVER COMPANY MADE CREEPYPASTA!
The wind whistled through the treetops as Jeff the Killer stalked between the trees. He had gotten bored at his hideout, and had decided to go kill somebody, which was his favorite pastime. There was a dog pound in the middle of nowhere. This was perfect. He could go kill somebody, leave no witnesses, clean it up to make it look like it had been abandoned, and preferably be back by dinner. As he reached the edge of the trees, he stalked on, keeping low to the ground. When he finally reached the entrance, he knocked on the door. A plump, fat woman came to the door, and he slit her neck, right where her vocal cords were, so she didn't make a sound. He quietly went through the facility, killing everybody who came in his way. They all died without a sound. He smiled to himself. This was going perfectly to plan. Then he saw him. It was a dog with razor sharp teeth, sharper than a shark's, and his kennel mates had probably long been dead, because their bones, eaten clean by the teeth, were laying around with a cloud of flies flying thickly around them. He decided he would let the dog go. The dog chased him out the door, through the field, and into the trees, at which point, they just decided to be friends. Jeff put his hand out to the dog, and he bit it, but so that only a little blood came through the narrow slits the dog had made. Jeff took him back to the hideout, and noticed that he hadn't stopped baring his teeth the whole time he had known the dog. He decided to call it Smiledog.
IF YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE ADVENTURES OF JEFF THE KILLER AND SMILEDOG, READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS! ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY, SO DON'T JUDGE!