Some random girl was running through the forest for some asinine reason, but that doesn't matter precisely. She was running because, she had heard something. We don't know what she heard because, that's something the plot will eventually reveal in the next paragraph. She yelled and screamed as she was reaching the outskirts of the woods, attempting to run home. She was almost there until a figure with a knife jumped and landed on her, pinning her down threateningly.
"FUCK!" The girl yelled, trying to get up.
"Yes, it is, I...JEFF THE RAPP...Wait no wrong character. JEFF THE KILLER!" Jeff proudly exclaimed, prodding himself in the chest and sticking out his chin.
"W-what?" The girl was terrified of the random figure.
"Wait...why aren't you begging me to make out with you?" Jeff would be raising an eyebrow if he hadn't burned them off.
"Y...you have a knife and you want to kill me. Why...WHY the fuck would I?" The girl was confused as hell.
"Well, everytime I try to kill somebody, they always do that. They're all like, 'oh my god, jeff! I knew you'd come for me! I love you so much!' and then we make out and shit." Jeff explained his usual antics in the woods.
"B-but why? You're pasty as hell, have a knife, and your hair is greasier than LeafyisHere!" The girl questioned.
"I...don't know. Teenage girls really like serial killer psychopaths...who woulda thought." Jeff started playing with his knife and spinning it around. "So.. like..are we gonna?"
"No." The girl said defiantely.
"Oh, shit. I have to kill you now, then. Well...uh.." Jeff raised his knife.
"WAIT WHAT THE F-!" The girl was violently stabbed to death by some pasty wackjob who had hair greasier than LeafyisHere. Her body was found from the Chicago police department hours after her parents had reported her missing. We know the events of this situation because "Jeff" left a tape recorder with this entire conversation on it, AND his number if any teenage creepypasta fangirls wanted to meet him.
The *FUCKING* End.