-Warning: this story contains mature language, sexual scenes and violence.

-I don't own any of the Creepypasta characters (Wish I did) this is my first time writing a fan fiction/lemon/story (kinda) so try not to judge to harshly. If there's errors in here feel free to correct me but please do not be a jerk.

-Enjoy!

Lemon = sex!

(H/C) = hair color

(Y/N) = your name

(B/N)= brother's name

(F/C)=fave color

{Y.P.O.V} = Your point of view

{J.N} = Narration of what's going on with Jeff

{Y.P.O.V}

"Frick!" You shout quietly. It was just another normal afternoon and you were relaxing trying to figure out what you should type next. Sunlight was pouring in from the Windows hitting you in your face. "I should probably close the blinds a bit." You say aloud but make no move to follow through with your words. At the moment you were continuing a Fan Fiction piece that you had started earlier that week...and were totally stumped on. Looking for a distraction you glance around your room. Your room was pretty simple consisting of a bed, a closet, some drawers and desk inside. Drawings of your favorite Creepypastas littered your (F/C) walls along with pictures of the few friends you had and yourself. Smiling to yourself you remembered taking those picture with them over the summer. Summer. Come to think of it school was starting again in only a few days and summer would be over all over. "Fuck!" you whisper to yourself not wanting anyone to hear you say that word. You were soooo not ready for school! "(Y/N)! Come down and eat!" You heard your mom shout from the kitchen halting your thoughts of school. Placing your laptop aside and getting up from your bed you start to walk through the white hall and down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. While on your way you see your father lazily sitting on the couch watching the TV. You were never really close to your father. In fact, you barely tolerated him and while he always tried to show you affection you often just turned your head or walked away. Your mom had this naïve hope that one day everyone would get along. Haha sorry, mom I love you but not going to happen. You tolerated him for her sake but he had hurt you and your family too much. He hurt you both physically and emotionally. The news channel was blaring on about some murders that had happened nearby. "Hey father," you say. Father NOT dad because anyone could be a father but only certain guys could be worthy enough of dad or daddy. Not really paying attention as to where you were placing your feet you step on a Lego from your little brother's collection. "Owww!" You yelp as you fall dramatically holding your foot. Your brother who was sitting at the dinner table doubles over laughing while your dad finally looks up from the TV and over to you chuckling and waves hi. You make a face at (B/N) causing him to laugh some more. Standing up again you keep walking your nose finally smelling the delicious food your mom made. Bing! A light goes off in your head. You know how you want to continue your story! Smiling you ask your mom if you can eat upstairs not wanting to forget your idea. Reluctantly she agrees. You race through the living room, up the wooden stairs, through the hall, and into your room as fast as you can without dropping your food. Setting the food down on your desk you go and grab your laptop off your bed so you can write and eat at the same time.

•A little while later•

You had finished your food not too long ago and were finishing up your writing for the night. Yawning you start to close your laptop and quickly throw on your pj's. Your pj's consisted of tiny (F/C) shorts that hugged your curves and a white tank top. With the body you had you looked pretty good although you always thought you were a little too chubby. Jumping on to the bed you fall quickly asleep snuggled into between your covers and pillow.

{J.N}

It was 9:30pm already and He figured now was a pretty good time to go out killing. The itch was already starting. Grabbing his white hoodie and killing knives he walked out of his room, down the hall and into the living room. "Heya Jeffy!" Said Ben snickering. Groaning "How many times have I told you not to call me that! You ready to go to sleep?!" He shouts. More laughing on BEN's end annoys him "Don't make me put you to sleep!" He threatens in a dark and angry voice. "You're no fun!" BEN whines. "Whatever Benny-boo," Jeff says mockingly knowing BEN hates when he's called that. Smirking to himself he shouts, "I'm going out. Bye!" already out the door, he looks at the sky thinking about what Slender had said earlier.

Flashback

..."Jeff" slender said bring me out of my thoughts. "Yes?" I ask. "Pay attention! You need to be more careful killing. You're starting to get noticed and you already know not to anger me right?! Go out later when it's dark and don't get caught!" Slender warned "Yes sir" I replied shakily knowing I was on thin ice for the people I had killed earlier and the attention they had gotten. "I can't help it if my creativity and beauty call for press and cops." I say silently smirking to myself. What can I say? I'm a smart-ass. *Sigh* I swear if Slendy had a face his expression would be a mix of tired and annoyed at me. "You may go now." He dismisses me. I mean I didn't actually get caught yet but sometimes it came close I think drifting back into my thoughts as I walked out of his office...

Flashback ends

Since it was dark enough out to go killing Jeff runs out of the forest onto his first victim's street. He walks up to the house and climbs the tree to reach the window. This must be the parent's room. Seeing a mirror he smiles a sinister smile. "Aren't I beautiful?" He says aloud cackling to himself making sure no one hears...yet. It'd be no fun if he were discovered too early to play! Next to the mirror he spies a photo. A (Y/A) year old daughter, her brother and her parents live here...hmm this must be the family. How cute! Smiling creepily he exclaims, "This'll be fun!"