Hey guys. So this is my first creepy pasta FF. I hope you like it. In this FF i have shipped Jeff and Slendy together. But its more than just their relationship. This FF also holds what i think their home life would be like, all the creepy pastas in the creepy pasta mansion. I put my imagination into this really. I dont include EVERY creepy pasta but i get the post popular 20 in here. I also try to stay as close as possible to their actual personality while still adding a small spin on them to play along in my FF. I also have put my own creepy pasta OC in the story. Her name is Razor. You will meet her eventually. She is not an "official" creepy pasta character, but i still count her as one in my eyes. shes my own creation and such. And yes she does have her own story which will be published eventually. So I hope you like my FF. I do take criticism, both good and bad, i can take it. But please do not be insulting. I do want your criticism though and ways i could make it better. So, after rambling on long enough, please enjoy my FF.
(oh btw the way, each chapter title is an actual song. ^.^ enjoy)
Chapter one: Laughing Like A Lunatic-Twizted
"NO! PLEASE!"
Her screams are amazing. So high pitched and thrill.
"Whyyy..." I hiss into her ear as i pull her up off the ground by her hair.
Shes crying and whimpering. Squeezing her eyes shut not to see me and biting her lower lip until it bleeds. Tears and blood stain her face and her hair is notted with mats from blood. I admire my work.
"Plea-ze-he-ah..." she crys out, shaking and trying to move her feet to touch the ground.
I lift her up higher and she screams.
"Open your eyes..."
She shakes her head slightly and moans out in pain. The tears stream out of her eyes faster.
"OPEN THEM!"
Frozen in terror, she slowly opens them and stares at my beautiful face. She cant take her eyes off me, mesmerized by all she sees.
"Now go to SLEEP!" The blood that explodes from her neck and body streaks all over my jacket. I laugh and toss her head to the wall smashing it, as her body falls to the floor lifeless. My 18th kill in 30 minutes. People shouldnt gather in a church and think they'll be safe by god. There is no god.
I run out of the church laughing loudly, everyone shall know i was here. Blood stains every hall and the females bodies can be found decapitated everywhere. Women are more fun to kill, they run with there ear-piercing screams, captivated by my beauty once they look at me. A women's group at a church was definitely one of my most fun kills. The moment i run out of the building i hear sirens in the distance.
"FUCK!" I quickly shove my knife into my jacket pocket and run as fast as i can. The sirens only get louder as i pick up speed to run down the street.
"Stop. We wont hurt you." I hear from them.
"BULLSHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I run faster. I hear the cars only a little ways away from me.
'Almost there...almost there...' I repeat to myself in my head. They speed up and i continue to run as fast as i can. 'Almost there...almost there!'
I make a sharp left into the woods and charge through.
"God Damn it!" is all i hear from them as car doors slam. Im too fast, they've already lost sight of me. No one can keep up.
I laugh like a lunatic and pull my knife out, gashing the trees randomly as I pass.
"So fun, so fun, so fun!" I continue to run through the forest. The best part about killing in the country is the woods. Mass woods beyond mass woods. No one can ever find you in these woods. No one would dare. You would get lost instantly if you went in them. Thats why the woods are the most perfect hiding place.
I begin to notice a thick fog growing but ignore it, it gets colder but it doesnt matter. The trees get taller and thinner, they're trees.
I run, the wind making my eyes water as it drys them and whips my hair around. I just go faster and faster, the thrill so much.
BAM!
"Fffuuuucccckkkk..."
I fall on my ass and hold my head. A searing pain going through it. What did I hit?
I look up and see a figure...tall...not a man...but a man...
"The fuck you want asshole!?" I say standing up but immediately regret my words. Hes tall...TOO tall... Dressed in an elegant black suit. His skin pure white. Hes taller than 12 feet and his face... Im stunned... He has no face... Tentacles begin to sworm out from his back. Hes gorgeous...
"Hello..." I hear an elegant man's voice say in my head.
I step back away from this monster.
"Come...back..."
The tentacles zoom out and wrap around me. The grip around both ankles and wrists. I drop my knife as im lifted up. A tentacle wraps itself around my waist, separating my jacket and pants to ooze around my skin. Its cold yet gives off a warmth at the same time. A wet moisture comes with them, soaking into my pants and sleeves, oozing on my stomach.
I smile big, trying to look crazy and threatening when really im nervous and feeling defenseless. Im not the victim, Im not suppose to feel like this...
"What is your name." The man's voice says in my head once again.
I smile and stare at his empty face. Although nothing there i feel eyes looking at me with curiosity, and a smile smirking at me in control.
"I could ask you the same thing," I say struggling against his tentacles.
I hear slight chuckling in my head and he tightens his grip.
I suck in air quickly, trying hard not to wince. I struggle more and pull all my weight against the tentacles. Finally i break free and drop as his tentacles retreat. I won. I grab my knife and get into stance, ready to kill the moment he moves.
"It is delightful to meet you. But I would adore it if i could have your name" I hear the graceful man's voice say.
"Thats wonderful cunt. I'm Jeff the Killer. Nice to meet your sorry ass too," I reply sarcastically.
"What a wonderful name. Would you like to come with me?"
"To where. Your pedo house."
I hear a chuckling. "No... but it is a house filled with people like you...If you want..."
I stop. 'people like me? I'm not alone?' Its not true. Hes just trying to lure me in. I run in the opposite direction of him, not playing into his games. '' BYE RAPIST!"
I laugh and run through the forest once again. Lost of him. Then something grabs my ankles and pulls me down. I feel the familiar sensation of moist tentacles again.
"God fucken damn it..." I mumble as Im dragged back to where hes standing. Then he pulls me up into the air by my ankle and dangles me infront of him. My sweatshirt falls to my neck, reveling my 6 pack. I try to slash him with my knife but he pulls me away from getting close enough.
"What do you want!?" I yell at the tall man, "Who the fuck ARE you!?"
"Slenderman." He says in my head. His tentacle grips my ankle as another comes up to my body. I watch it closely. It touches my stomach and I shiver. Slowly the tentacle moves along my stomach and chest, over my nipples, feeling and enticing them. I shiver into the sensation.
"St-stop...it..." I breath out.
"Then come with me..."
He does not quit but wraps a tentacle around my hips, slightly pushing my pants lower. With another tentacle he continues to massage my torso with it, releasing a warming cold moisture over and causing me a unknown pleasure.
I shiver, unable to take this anymore, not wanting it to continue. "F-fine..."
"Good... I am honored that you would come for me... "
He emphasizes 'come' and i dont understand, but i am grateful when he slowly brings me to the ground and lets me stand . The tall man gently wraps a tentacle around my wrist closest to him. I ignore it.
"Follow me..."
He says and begins to walk. I walk with him and realize that i have precum soaking my boxers.
'shit...thats what he was talking about... fucken creep...'
I walk with him silently deep into the woods...wondering what comes next...
