Hey guys! So many Slender Man in Gravity Falls fandoms. What about the other creepypastas? Poor Smile Dog…Rake…Jeff the Killer…oh wait! This is a Jeff the Killer story! Yup, this is dedicated to our creepy-smiling, knife-wielding, child-molesting buddy Jeff! Here we go!

Sunday July the 3rd

10:02 p.m

Lee laughed as Nate doubled over in pain. The taller blonde had just socked his friend in the stomach. Nate, gasping got up and took a deep breath.

"If you're spending the night, we have to set some ground rules on violence."

Lee chuckled.

"Just good fun. Good night."

"Good night."

Nate climbed into his sleeping bag on the floor and shut his eyes.

Sunday July the 4th

12:44 a.m

He felt shaving cream all over his face and a feather beside him. His sleeping bag was wet and his hand was in a bowl of warm water. His face was probably decorated with mustaches and unibrows in Sharpie was well. Nate sighed and sat up in bed. Staring straight at him was this weird creature, wearing a gas mask covered in slime. Nate screamed and the creature laughed.

"Gotcha, Nate!"

Turns out the creature was Lee in an old scuba diving helmet that he covered in peach jam. Nate sighed and went back to sleep.

Sunday July the 4th

1:21 a.m.

Nate woke up again. No more damage than that had already been done to him. Good. But staring straight down at him was another face, like a giant moth dripping weird grime. Nate screamed. Lee again, naturally. Just some paper mache. Nate was seriously getting tires and didn't know how many more masks he could take.

Sunday July the 4th

3:08 a.m.

Nate woke up again to another face staring down at him. This one was a pale, ghostly white with a creepy as hell giant smile. Nate yelped in shock, then rolled his eyes.

"Har-dee-har-har, Lee. Seriously, stop it."

'Lee' simply smiled bigger. Nate turned a bit and saw Lee, his face asleep on his study desk, in front of him half a paper mache clown mask.

Wait.

Nate turned back to the other face. That couldn't be Lee. Nate screamed.

"Go to sleep," the face said in a raspy voice, like nails on a chalkboard scratching their nails on a chalkboard while eating salt.

"Um, L-" Nate started to scream.

But he never finished. A knife had appeared near the face. Before Nate could finish getting his friend's name out of his mouth, the knife was in his face.

Sunday July the 4th

9:17 a.m.

Lee stretched and blinked groggily. He grinned. Looks like he didn't have time to scare Nate again.

"Happy Fourth of July, Nate!" Lee called.

No answer. Odd, because Nate was an early riser. Lee turned around.

"Wake up, dweeb."

Lee walked over to Nate's bed and kicked his friend lightly in the back. He heard bones crunch and snap inside.

"Um…"

Looking at his friend closer, Lee shrieked. He could hardly see Nate's facial features due to cuts and bruises making the skin slightly mushy. Scrapes and blood covered Nate head to toe. A giant cut on his stomach showed a couple organs. And every finger and toe was cut clean off. Lee stared at Nate for five seconds and began to puke. For the next three minutes, vomit was spilled all over his best friend's corpse. Lee grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello? I'm here to report a murder? Evidence? Ummm, well…"

That's when Lee saw something floating in his own vomit. The thought of what it was made the teen barf again. It slid off Nate's corpse and flipped over. Lee saw it was a sheet of paper.

"One seconds."

Picking up the paper, written on it in blood, (probably Nate's, Lee thought), was:

I cAmE t0 a neW t0wn

tHEre Is n0t 0Ne t0wN 0n the gL0bE

I have n0t c0mPlEtly wIped 0uT

Lee dropped the phone.

So, there's the first chapter. Did you enjoy? I hope you did. See what I meant by 'Rated T for descriptive mentions of vomit, murder and injuries'? Review, next chapter coming soon!