(( Hello Smile here! I need a beta reader for this story -given the fact that this is the only story I have so far-. I have Posted this story on a sight called Quotev and this is the only story of the two that I can post here! Please enjoy and i may be asking for more characters if my inspiration gets low!))
Disclamer- I do not own Jeff or any other Creepypasta characters they belong to their right full owners. I own Skulli and Miza.
A strange girl made her way out of a home. She was wearing black shuffle pants with yellow hazard symbols on the thighs and a black half shirt. Under her pants were converse knee high boots with buckles and straps, they too were black, yet her hair as a natural blonde. She was covered in blood and tattoos that make her look like a skeleton; anything not a tattoo of bone was colored in black, with occasional cob web designs here and there. She went over to the motorcycle she stole and grabbed the two red gas tanks that were in ether of the two pouches by the rear wheel. She went back into the house and a small glow came from one of the windows, and she soon stepped out of the house once more. She kicked up the kick stand and put the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Looking at the house, the window glowed brighter and looked like it was melting; she revved the engine and speed off just before a large explosion lit up the night.
Eyes opened quickly and angrily at the sound of an alarm clock blaring loud dubstep. "Well you do your job just fine, don't you; you little shit!" A girl yelled at the inanimate object that continued to blare Kyoto by Skrillex, forcing her to roll off the couch that she slept on. You would expect her voice to be hardened and masculine but it was feminine. She turned off the annoying alarm clock, spite that being her favorite song by that artist; she wasn't in the mood for Skrillex right now. She grumbled on and on about the alarm clock and she went into the small bathroom to wash her face. She looked into the mirror to see a skeleton face stair back at her. She growled at her reflection showing her teeth, and scrunching her features into a snarl.
Turning off the water she flicked her fingers into the sink, and came face to face with her tattoo ridden face. She smiled at it and it smiled back, it wasn't a happy smile it was twisted and it reminded her of what her fearful victims saw before their eyes shut for good. She could still see, hear, feel, and smell the victims from last night's killing spree. Six victims in all, two of which were only just getting into fourth or fifth grade. Twins she had guessed. Their cries for their mother and father rung around in the teen's mind. Lumbering back into her room from the bathroom turning off the light, she continued to reminisce about the family she had killed.
The remaining children, possibly a couple years older than herself, died with out a fight. Pity. The eldest was a male, he just started crying as soon as he saw the dagger being unsheathed from it's holder. The Second eldest never woke up she just rolled over. The parents were not so easy. The father had pulled a gun on the killer but he didn't know how to use it, every time was a misfire duet to him having the safety on the whole time. The mother picked up a lamp and landed one good hit on her head, which still hurt. The father earned him a stab in the chest for thwacking the handle of the gun on her shoulder, and the mother got the same treatment.
The phone suddenly rung snapping the murderer out of her memories. She recognized it was her best friend (and practically sister) by the 8 bit sounding,song Sinisterrrrrrrr by Renard. "Hey scank, whats up," she answered the phone like this every time Miza called. Laughter came from the other end of the line, "Nothing much, Skulli, just the fact that you made the top three most wanted in America." Yes, her name was Skulli. Well her legal name was Abby Kusnetsov, but ever since she got her full body tattoo, she called her self Skulli. "Oh really? Which number am I?" she laughed and turned on her TV to see the news for herself. "Your number two! Right under some one named Jeffery." Miza sounded like she was asking a question rather than saying a statement.
The old TV finally buzzed on and Skulli saw that she was in fact the second most wanted. There was a photo of her before she had her tattoos "Idiots, you'll never catch me with that photo!" More girlie laughter on the other end.
"I know right! That guy's photo that's first on the list, that can't be current! He looks like he's thirteen!"
"Hey don't judge! I'm only 14 too!"
"Eh? Anyway he's too innocent looking, as for you, you look a little off your rocker,"
She did look a bit delusional, but what killer didn't? The screen went back to the news reporter but something caught Skulli's attention, so much so that it drowned out Miza's voice, "All of the three are extremely dangerous- dangerous- dangerous- dangerous- dangerous" The news reporter repeated himself over and over again, but it wasn't a loop. "What the hell? Ar-" Miza's voice cut off. Suddenly he snapped to the camera, but he wasn't looking at the camera. He was looking at Skulli and his voice was raw and demonic, "GO TO SLEEP SKULLI!"