AN: Hello, hello. This is a Jeff the Killer fanfiction. I know, weird right? But he is my favorite creepy pasta, and I wanted to write a story that somewhat stayed with his character- insane. So he won't be 'lovey-dovey', but he isn't going to be an extremely abusive sadistic prick. Hard to explain, but I hope the story does some justice.
I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTERS AND THE PLOT.
Chapter 1
The street was silent, save for a few branches rustling as wind blew past. But what other noise could be expected at three in the morning? A lone street light stood at the end of the cul-de-saq, marking a turn around point for any vehicle that needed it. The neighborhood itself was nice. Simple middle class houses stood parallel to each other, and all had the same basic look to them; each building had two stories with white sidings, black roofs, a chimney that popped out to indicate a fireplace, and one large window on the upper floor to showcase the main room.
A hooded figure slowly turned onto the street and darted its eyes back and forth between the structures. Choosing- wanting to see if any of them stood out to him as 'perfect'. The perfect place to sooth the feeling. He chuckled to himself as the wind blew a few strands of black hair across his pale face.
There.
The perfect house. The killer laughed again as he practically slid to the fourth house on the left of the street. He studied it for only a moment, noting that a gate separated the backyard from the front, and assumed that more windows would be in the back. So, following his instinct, the young adult easily slipped through the gate and into the backyard.
It was a nice neighborhood, one of those places where everyone knew everyone and they got along pretty well with one another, so no one felt the need to keep gates locked.
A mistake that would become fatal.
As Jeff made his way into the backyard his carved grin widened. On the second floor a window was wide open. It was getting closer to the summer months and the killer assumed that whoever owned that room had wanted a nice breeze. It was stupid of them, but who was he to complain? It made the job easier and he didn't have to worry about the sounds of someone breaking in alerting any neighbors that might be awake. His hand slipped into the pocket of his hood momentarily to squeeze onto the handle of the blade. It was reassuring in a strange way, as if the action calmed him.
The killer shimmied up a large drainage pipe that ran from the roof to the ground easily enough and was able to make the small jump from pipe to window sill with no issues.
'So far so good.' He thought to himself, having to bite onto his lower lip so he wouldn't let out a laugh. Jeff observed the room quickly, happy with the shadows that had been cast by the moon. He could use those to hide in- in case his victim woke up before he wanted them too. But the moon also caused a shadow to form on the bed, so Jeff wasn't able to tell if his victim would be male or female.
'Oh well' He thought to himself, not like he favored one gender over the other; when he got the feeling all that mattered was that he had some sort of prey. If he focused hard enough, the black haired man could practically see what their reaction would be. He had perfected his technique long ago.
First, he would pull the knife from his pocket- that much had been done. Next, he would grab hold of the sheets. He played out the actions as he was thinking them and took hold of the sheets. Something felt... off. But he was too lost in the feeling to really notice. And finally, he would rip off the sheets, making his victim wake from the sudden loss of warmth, and stab them in the-
'Empty?'
As Jeff raised his arm, knife in hand, the shadows moved and Jeff could see that no one was in the bed.
'But..But this..' The killer looked at the sheets in confusion. Wrinkles in the white bedspread indicated that someone had been laying there, and not too long ago at that. Letting out a growl of frustration he dove his knife into the mattress. Warmth met his hand.
Someone's body heat still rested on the mattress, whoever had been laying there hadn't been up for long. It was then that Jeff heard humming. His eyes narrowed at the bit of light that shone out from under the door. His forehead creased and the spots where his mouth should have ended desperately tried to lower in what would have been a frown.
'Who the fuck..' But his thoughts were cut off. He had already opened the door and followed the humming to the main area of the house that contained the source of light. A young boy stood in front of two adults that had been securely bound with bed sheets, and gagged with tied up t-shirts. The humming was louder and from the shadows stepped two feminine figures.
Jeff was half hidden by the door that lead from the hallway to the living room, but he could clearly see the scene from the space he had.
Two girls, the same age and height of one another, stood behind the blonde boy- who seemed to be about thirteen- and hummed. But not in a usual tone. Their voices caused a sort of illusion of instruments playing. The girl on the right had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades, and her bangs swept over the right eye. While the girl on the left, though similar length hair, had a head of shocking white and bangs swept to cover the left eye. Jeff could only stare in anger, shock, and some form of amazement as he took in their appearances.
Twins. Identical twins-well, almost. Both had pale skin and similar facial features that only twins could copy to such detail. But the white haired girl seemed to shy behind her sister some and Jeff could see a long scar crossing from under her bangs, across her face, and finally ending at her right cheek. The girl with black hair showed no noticeable scars and stood just a bit ahead of her sister; as if ready to shield the girl from harm at any point. She also held a large kitchen knife.
The pair wore identical clothing that consisted of skirts that reached mid thigh, fishnet stockings and thick combat boots, as well as tank tops- though each girl stuck with their respective colors of black or white. However, on each of their right wrists were tied with the opposite color of ribbon. A white ribbon for the girl in black, and black for the girl in white. Some sort of symbol? He didn't care at that point, he was too interested in what would happen.
The humming grew louder once more as the raven haired woman stepped forward, gently placing the knife in the boys hand. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, as her sister continued the ominous humming.
"Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
and carry you off into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
and carry you down into sleep." She sang this softly, directly into the boys ear. Jeff stared on as the blonde boy raised his hand, pupils so wide that only a small lining of his blue eye color could be seen bordering the black.
"Guileless son,
I'll shape your belief
and you'll always know that your fathers a thief,
and you won't understand the cause of your grief.
But you'll always follow the voices beneath." As she continued her song the boy made quick work with his father. Quickly slicing his throat and spraying blood onto the carpet and the boy himself.
Jeff had expected the mother to start screaming and trying to beg for mercy behind the make shift gag. But no, she just stared on with the same hypnotized expression that her son carried. At this point the white hair girl began to chant "Loyalty", but the instrumental sounds didn't stop. They continued to fill the air as both girls kept the song going.
"Guileless son,
your spirit will hate her;
the flower that married my brother the traitor.
And you will expose his puppeteer behavior,
for you are the truth of how he betrayed her loyalty" The last note hung as the chanting picked up. The boy repeated his actions. This time slicing the throat of the woman before turning to face the twins.
"Hush, child
the darkness will rise from the deep
and carry you down into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
and carry you down into sleep
Guileless son,
each day you grow older,
each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold
for the child of my body, the flesh of my soul
will die in returning the birthright he stole." The boy then lifted the blade to his own throat.
"Is he going to-" Jeff caught himself as he noticed the shockingly bright green eyes of the black hair twin dart to where he hid. He chuckled softly to himself. So he had been caught. Oops.
It didn't stop the song.
"Hush, child,
the darkness will rise from the deep
and carry you down into sleep.
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep
and carry you down into sleep"
The boy cut his own throat. Coughing and chocking for just a moment before slumping to the ground in a pool of his parents blood and his own.
The song ended as both girls chanted the last few lines:
" Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty
Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me."
He felt a mix of emotions. Anger that he hadn't been the one to put these people to sleep, confusion of the strange hypnotic powers that the two held, and curiosity in relation to what would happen now.
"Hey. You." The white haired girl called towards the door he was behind, "Why are you hiding?"