((Hi hi! So this is basically the story about the CreepyPastas - All in which are divided into organizations and facilities. These organizations are to take down targets who have been suspecting the Pasta's or have been greedy with their own selfish ways (in a sense, the Pasta's are the good/bad guys, either way you look at it.) Our main character is in first person, Jane the Killer, while our other characters are told in third person. I kinda tweaked some of the stories to fit the plot- Jane gaining her name slowly while also still being burned by Jeff the Killer, Laughing Jack still having his story but also encountered her when she was younger, etc. If there is ever a dull moment where something is wrong or there is a spot that I have miswrote, please feel free to comment! Thank you all for the support and I hope you will enjoy.))

FOUND

-written by Khurse

Chapter 1

It's raining again outside. The heater sputters silently at the end of the room as the light sound of distant thunder echoed briefly. I sighed. I hated the rain. The book withheld in my hands dropped with a thud in my lap. 'This is boring,' I thought to myself. 'What the hell am I going to do?' I looked over at the small blue digital clock. 11:32 p.m. It's almost time.. Mom and Dad's date of death.

There was a loud boom outside as a quick flash of light engulfed the room. I flinched, letting the book go and causing it to fall to the floor. The lamp by my bedside flashed briefly before the electricity went out completely. Only the sound of rain and my faint breathing could be heard.

Suddenly there was a knocking noise. It sounded like someone was at the front door.. but in a storm such as this? I threw my legs over the side of the bed, puzzled by the noise, and stood, using the flashes of lightning as my light source.

When I reached the door, I grasped the doorknob and opened the door, peering down the hall towards the set of stairs. Jace, my little brother, opened his bedroom door and looked towards me. "Jane..?" I smiled at him reassuringly then shooed him back into his room.

There was another knock at the door, louder this time. I stepped towards the stairs, placing my foot on the first step. The wind outside began to pick up, the thunder growing louder. The cold wooden flooring felt almost frozen under my barefoot. I shivered as I neared the bottom panel, one step forward.

Then another.

Then another..

The shutters on the windows began to bang against the window.

Then another step.

Then another...

The wind was screaming now, the rain pattering faster.

Then another step…

I finally reached the bottom step, my heartbeat erupting in my chest as if it were wanting to escape. The door loomed over me several feet away. I walked towards it and made a gulping noise, grabbing the flashlight from the side table next to the entrance. As I flicked it on..

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM The door was being banged on now. I grunted under my breath and called out. "Give me a minute!" But just as I grabbed the door know, a loud, splintering explosion erupted from the door. I cried out and fell backwards, landing on my backside.

The wind and rain had died down, the thunder distant once again. Somehow the flashlight had positioned itself perfectly after I dropped it, the beam spotlighting the door. I gasped lightly under my breath.

There was a huge split running vertically along the face of the door. I examined it from where I was, too in shock to move. "Wha..what.."

And then.. I heard a voice somewhere inside my mind, clear and loud.. and familiar. ``"...Let me iiinnn.. Jaaannne.."`` I quickly stood up, snapping out of the shock and bolting towards the stairs, completely forgetting about the flashlight. The voice continued to get louder as I grew closer upstairs.

Jace's door was opened slightly when I reached the top. Without thinking, I barged in.. to find an empty room. The voice chuckled amusingly. I look over to the darkest corner of the room and see a faded silhouette. My mind immediately recognized it not being her younger brother but someone else.

I ran out of the room and into my own, locking the door behind me. I panted slightly to myself, a small smile on my face. At first I thought I had escaped.. until an overwhelming odor beckoned me to turn and see the source of the stench. As I did so, a flash of lightning outside the window illuminated my room, causing me to scream and buckle to my knees.

Jace's body was sprawled out across my bed, limp and lifeless. Blood soaked the entire covering, his organs sliced individually and l lain ot by his corpse. His eyes were scooped out of his sockets, his brains snaking out of his mouth and nose.

I covered my mouth to muffle more screams that escaped, sobbing violently as I leaned against the door. There was a knock against it, silent but loud enough to know. I drew in a quick breath, calling out loudly. "GO AWAY!" I shook more violently as I sobbed harder.

Something sparked inside of me as the familiar voice whispered against the door. "Jane. It's me.. Jeff?" I stiffened up at the name. 'Him? Why is he here?!' I cleared my throat and spoke in a demanding tone. "..What do you want." I listened as a sigh escaped the male, a small noise scraping the door as he leaned against it. "..I only want you.."

I wiped my eyes, smiling dementedly. "So. You've come to finish me off at last, huh?" He chuckled at the response and spoke in a hoarse voice. "No." I frowned at this. He was the one who killed my friends, my parents, my little brother.. so why.. "Jane," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "I'm here because I want to team up with you."

Ok, now I'm interested. "Is that all?" He remained silent after I asked the question, as if he were afraid to speak. I bit my lip and stood. 'Maybe.. he's trying to trick me,' I think to myself. I unlock the door and open it before backing away. He stood there in the same bloody white hoodie, dress pants and dress shoes. His singed black hair hung over his face, covering his permanent smile and always open eyes. The story of him cutting out his eyelids and carving a smile that reached his ears comes flooding back.

He looks at me. "Jane," he sighs. I gulp and look to his hoodie pocket, where the handle of his blade is sticking out. As he came close, I lunged towards it, crying out lightly. He sidesteps and grabs my wrist, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall. I cry out. His grip is tight against my wrist. "You don't understand. I've come back.. because I want you. And only you.." She looked back at him and snarled under her breath. Is he confessing?

"That's impossible!" He leans into me and I shiver. His body heat offers warmth to mine. "I've felt this way about you for a while now.." "..then why didn't you tell me sooner?" He paused then released me, moving away. I hold my wrist and look to him. "..I was afraid.. that you wouldn't understand me."

Something inside me sparked to life once more, a familiar feeling that brings back distant memories. "Well duh. You murdered my friends and family right in front of me. You poured gasoline on me, set me on fire and left me to die." I motion to the do rag wrapped around my head, turning to show off the scars on my face. "How can I understand?"

Jeff widened his smile and chuckled hoarsely, his eyes shining slightly. "I wanted you to understand how it felt to suffer the way I did. To know what I really felt on the inside."

Suddenly, lightning flashed outside, the light reflecting over the shadows across the room. I looked over at my dresser, seeing something out of the corner of her eye. There was a black box wrapped in a white bow, sitting in the middle. I look back at Jeff as he walked towards the window. He seemed distant now, his smile only shown from the bloody scars.

I walked towards the box and unwrap it, pulling the top off to peer inside. There was a mask, same color as my bleached skin, with black net eyes and black lips; a black wig with beautifully stitched long black hair; a short black dress; and black leg straps to hold up small throwing knives.

I look back at Jeff again. He was watching me now with content, scraping his knife over his pants. It began to rain again as the silence between us grew tremendously. The wheels in our heads began to turn as we stared. Finally, Jeff tilted his head, somehow making his gaze serious. "Please," he spoke. "You have to help me." I swallowed the lump in my choice

I don't have a choice..

I have to help.

I nodded. After about 5 minutes of changing in the bathroom, I enter my room again, placing several knives I previously owned into the straps. Jeff looked up and stood, putting away his knife. "Ready?" I sigh, putting the mask on and strapping on my boots. "I'm ready." He smiled and nudged my arm, walking past me. "Then let's get going. Slendy and Ben are waiting for us outside of the city."

I looked around my room for the last time, refusing to look at the corpse. When I stop my gaze upon the mirror, I see the photo of my and Jace eating ice cream with our parents at a carnival near the Midwest. A small tear leaked down my cheek under the mask as I took it and put it in a pouch within my boot. With one more quick look around, I exit the place that used to be home to me.

-END CHAPTER 1