Coincidence, I Think Not
The morning of the next day came to the mansion as Jeff made his way to the kitchen for breakfast. It was a no surprise that his first night was rough. With bloodshot eyes and a low grumble as obvious signs, and hints of eye twitching and pounding blood veins as easter eggs.
As the kitchen was starting to become visible, his ears quickly caught on the sound of the laughter of the other Proxies. What annoyed him the most was the interruption one of them made between the laughter.
"Shh! Shh! Everyone be quiet, I think I hear one of them."
He was easily able to identify the source of the voice being Ben, and it only made him grumble even more.
When he finally opened the door, he found the Proxies gathered around the large round oak table. The failed attempt of poker faces was as obvious as the sun, some of them couldn't even hold their muffled snickers. He scanned the table for an empty seat and decided to sit next to Ben, but only due to the lack of options.
"So Jeff, how is your room?" Eyeless Jack teased while trying to cover his snicker.
Jeff only response was a groan.
"Huh? That bad?" Toby guessed, probably feeling sorry for him. But Jeff knew that they were only trying to get under his skin.
"Well, I don't know about you buddy," Ben lightly slammed his palm against Jeff's back. "But my room is awesome! My room which is all mine. I live by myself, all alone in my room. You know, that room where only I live in, by myself..." Ben kept on going, mocking him as if he was the laughing stock.
And enough was too much. Something suddenly snapped inside of Jeff and he just couldn't take it anymore. He quickly drew out his knife from his pocket and jabbed Ben in the back of his head. The blade cut through the skull and sliced the brain in half. Being the professional killer he was, he knew exactly where to aim without causing a casualty but enough pain.
Jeff pulled his knife, causing the blood to gush out of the wound as his upper torso fall on the table. It happened so fast that it took everyone by surprise, shock and silence immediately filled the room.
Jeff gave them all a warning glare before he got up from his seat and dryly said, "I'm going out." And with that, he left everyone to clean up his mess as the closest thing to an apology.
Around the table, everyone was still quiet as no further thoughts of progress crossed their mind. It wasn't until moments later when Jane entered the room and noticed Ben's half dead body bleeding on the table. She was taken by surprise as well. She also had an exact idea of what happened, but just to be sure "Jeff?" And everyone simply nodded.
Jeff angrily walked alongside the street of the city. His hands were playing with the tip of his knife inside of his hoodie, angry mumbles were escaping his mouth, and his eyes were pointlessly shifting between lefts and rights. And to top all that, he was in his human form. He always hated to clean up his face, and his work of art that he could only describe as a masterpiece. But he didn't want to grab the human's attention in the broad day. And definitely not because Slenderman 'told' or rather 'threatened' him if he did the other way around.
At this point and after what happened earlier in the morning, all Jeff desired to do was find someone and kill him to relief him of his anger. His quest lasted for the majority of the day, but giving up meant only trouble for later to come. And with that last thought, luck finally sided with him. As the sun stood still in the middle of the sky, the time was noon now. Which meant that the grownups left their children at home and proceeded to their works. It was a shame if friend Jeff didn't pay a visit to one of those children.
He made his way towards a house that was on an empty street. It was out of pure random of how deserted the district was. But he tried not to question it or he just might jinx it due of karma. He stealthily sneaked to the back of the house and crawled through an unexpected opened window. But the process could not continue, not before he changed his face back to its 'beautiful self' again.
He silently tiptoed around the house looking for a martyr. Quickly before is attention went any further, he spotted a teenage boy not ten feet away from him. He was sitting on the couch of the living room with headphones blocking the entrance of any sound, how convenient. Jeff formed a smile on his face, or in other words, his permanent smile enlarged to the tip of his ears, as he carefully crept behind the couch.
And in a blink of an eye, he covered the boy's mouth and raised his knife high in the air, giving the boy no time to even think. The kid was blown by the swift undertaking as panic began clouding his mind. He did, however, try to struggle free, after all, Jeff always gave them a fighting chance, but unfortunately, it was hopeless. He desperately looked up to plead with teary eyes before they quickly widened from the sheer horror.
"Go To Sleep!" Were the last words he heard before being brutally gutted.
Jeff kept on stabbing the dead meat nonstopping until satisfaction overpowered his anxiousness. His former white clothes were now covered in a deep stain of red, and his smile was wider than ever. Taking a look at his surroundings, he decided just for fun to walk around the house, maybe the family could join in later. The first thing his eyes were rattling on were the pictures of the family that hung on the walls. His mind raced as he couldn't decide who to kill next. He noted that most of the pictures involved also a girl. This made Jeff even happier.
He quickly rushed upstairs and started searching for the girl, it would be rude to keep her waiting. He kicked the doors one by one until he got the right one. He kicked the door down and busted in with a smile before it was dropped to a scowl. What stood in front of him was not what he expected.
What stood before him was none other than his rival and arch nemesis, and recent roomy, Jane.
Jane's eyes spotted him as well. Her jaw dropped and her raven eyes widened, but they were invincible thanks to her mask sheeting her pale face.
"You!" They both called in unison.
"What do you think you're doing here!?" Both yelled in union again.
"Me?! I'm on my killing spree!" Still no luck in breaking that merger. It was getting pretty awkward though, so they stopped...
"W-why are you in my killing house?" Jane was the first to break the awkwardness.
"Your house? I was here first!" Jeff argued.
Jane only scoffed at his proclaim. "I'm guessing you killed the boy."
"And it seems that you killed the girl." He annoyingly stated the obvious.
"No, You think!" Jane countered back, receiving a boiled reaction.
They slowly took a mindful step forward, carefully eyeing each other's movement. One blink, one mistake and it's all over. It didn't take long before they were at each other's noses and ready to start a bloodshed. All they had to do, was wait for the other to make the first move. Pretty anticlimactic.
It didn't seem like any of them were going to kick it off. And unlike them, something did happen. A third voice broke the silence from out of nowhere. "Get a room you two will you!"
Both Jeff and Jane jumped out in surprise. And just like them, their hearts also skipped a cold beat. Their wide eyes rapidly began searching around for the source of the voice. With pounding hearts, they ultimately located the individual standing by the door.
Spectra had her hand around her Miles mouth, in a full panic mood. In addition, Miles remarked his foolish act, that's why he also had his hands capping his mouth on top of her hand.
"What are you two doing here?" Jane demanded, with a hint of fear.
Spectra removed her hand and was about to subject. But before she could open her mouth, Miles busted loudly, "Spectra and I decided to start a gossip blog. We also decided to spy on you two for juicy information that might embarrass you for the rest of your lives." He wrapped his mouth quickly afterward.
Spectra face smacked and muttered under her breath, "I told you to let me handle the talking in situations like this."
"I'm really sorry. I really can't shut up when I'm scared." Miles apologized with angsty.
"Wait, Why are you starting a gossip blog?" Jane questioned, completely taken off the main problem.
"And most importantly, why were you spying on us?" But Jeff was able to get Jane back on track and join the argument.
Miles and Spectra nervously gazed at each other, unaware of how to respond. It was a fortunate time when Miles' gears started kicking. "None of your business. And it better stay this way or we will blog to the entire mansion that you two were kissing."
"What!?" They both exclaimed in a mixed tone of both panic and shock.
"Wait, they were?" Spectra wondered in confusion, but there was also a spark of excitement.
"We were not!" Jeff angrily objected.
"Not according to my eye." He replied as he pointed at his unnatural torn socket that held the divergent black eye.
"Your eye?" Jeff raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The hell's that supposed to mean."
"It's simple." Miles declared in an intelligent tone. "Using my perverse eye, I can easily constitute an image or manipulate a scenario. And with a little assist from some Pastas that I have connections within the under realm, I can spawn an exact physical replica of that scene to which I desire."
None of them knew if they should feel dumbed down or threatened. Even Spectra felt a special type of excitement rising in her gut.
"If you even think about doing… Whatever that is, I promise you that I'll put you in an eternal sleep." Jeff Threatened, while holding his knife directly in front of Miles' face.
"You can't win Jeff. If you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine." He quoted.
"What?" Was all Jeff could reply with.
Miles shook his head. "Sorry, wrong reference." He corrected himself. "What I meant was, If you slay me now I'll descent to the under realm immediately. Thus, victory achievement shall be the most certain."
And that threat was enough to force Jeff to take multiple steps backward. No matter how profound his words were, the threat was still clear. That put both of the killers on a slim thread, and their reputations on the line as well.
"Wow. For a brain damaged guy, that was really impressive." Spectra said in amazement. I don't know what it is, but I like it!
"What was impressive?" Miles wondered, returning back to a complete retarded once again.
Spectra's smile quickly faded away. "Well, It was fun while it lasted, I guess." She disappointingly sighed away, letting her fantasies sink into the back of her head once again.
Returning back to the big picture with the killer's situation, Jeff and Jane were still silenced and more nervous than ever. Mostly because they couldn't figure out how to solve their dilemma. Brute force was out of the question. And they doubt they could negotiate their way out of it.
"So what will you two do now?" Jane nervously asked, rubbing the side of her bare shoulder.
The odd couple gazed at the killers with confusion. Spectra finally responded with, "Nothing. We're just searching around to see if the Proxies keeping any dirty secrets within them. We're not monsters, we wouldn't dream of putting you on a leash."
"That's it?" Jane hopefully assured.
"Yeah." She replied. Until the time comes.
"And No blackmailing?" Jeff added.
"Of course not man, we're friends. We wouldn't go that far." Miles reassured them. But only when necessary.
"So let me get this straight. You two are not going to blackmail us, or tell the mansion lies." Jane repeated one last time.
"Nope." Both of them said in unison. Nevertheless, early insurance is always helpful.
"Good. You can not imagine how relieved I am." Jane laughed with relief.
"And as if we'd ever like each other much more kissing." Jeff joined the laughter as well.
"Exactly." Jane agreed between her chuckles. "Because let me declare this once and for all. Jeff and I will never..."
"Ever..."
"...Ever..."
"...Date."
Even if the two didn't realize what just happened, the odd couple's mind was clouded by excitement and evil thoughts.
"Well, give it a few more weeks and then we will see," Miles muttered to Spectra which she responded with a silent giggle,
While the four Proxies were discussing the matter on the upper level of the house, a woman's cry of fear was heard from downstairs.
"I think we should run now," Spectra suggested.
Miles gave her a confused look and causally scoffed "Why?"
Spectra rolled her eyes and had no intention to bother herself. Instead, she grabbed Miles by the hoodie and drag him out of the window.
The four Proxies were able to escape the house, and city before the police arrived at the crime scene. They were able to return back to the mansion just in the nick of time and without leaving any traces.
"That... Was the worst day... Ever!" Jeff called at loud between his pants.
"You're right." Miles caught his breaths and gloomed in disappointment. But it didn't take too long before his energy replenished and he cheered up again. "I know! Let's follow Toby and Clockwork tomorrow to see if they're still together." Miles Joyfully suggested to Spectra.
"Yeah, you're right! I can already read the headline 'Ticci Toby and Clockwork: Two hearts ticking as one'." Spectra gleefully announced.
The couple ignored their friends and rushed into the mansion, leaving them alone at last.
Jeff looked at Jane and carefully said, "Like I said. The. Worst!" He eyed her and poked her on the shoulder.
"Screw you, Jeffrey!" She quickly grabbed his finger and shoved it away, almost breaking it from its join.
She entered the mansion and walked upstair, while Jeff held his finger gently and sat in the living room.