I look around, and I see Maddie alone. Crying. What's wrong with her? Where's Bryan, and Brittany? I walk over to her, the feeling in my stomach getting worse and worse. I then kneel down beside her, "Maddie. What is the matter?" I wisely ask, my hands on the wet grass.
"You won't understand.." She angrily says, and then I get reminded of Jeff. His anger and how he doesn't want other people in his business.
I sigh and bump the side of her butt with mine, sitting down beside her. "Oh please, don't act like Jeff right now." I rub my right and left wrist, knowing they're still gashed up. She turns to me, surprised as if I was trying to make her smile. Ah yes, she has a crush on Jeff. The creepy-pasta idol, and I smile. "Jeff, the killer. He's real you know." I quietly say, people walk past us.
"He.. he is?" Maddie then stops crying, frantically rubbing her eyes. I nod.
"He is real, and well.. I sort of lost him. He's probably somewhere now inside the school. Did you know, the people who are insane the see those "things", can actually see the true forms of creepy-pasta characters?" I take a deep breath in, "so.. the ones who can't see their true forms. Actually see their human forms, like.. Jeff for example. Instead, they see him as a pale emo or goth boy. His burnt body and his Chelsea smile doesn't exist to them unless he attacks a normal person." I am finished explaining and Maddie nods, and then.. silence. I get up, and dust off my stomach. Seeing my belly jiggle. God I'm chubby.
As I walk away, Maddie grabs my ankle. "C-can I help you find him?" She looks up at me, giving me a puppy-dog look. I sigh, and nod.
"Yeah yeah, come on. Who knows where he is now." I wait for her to get up, and she happily claps her hands. "Don't get too happy.. you'll be disappointed." I nudge her, and keep walking. Walking out of the field and towards the school doors. I gulp, and look around. My body bubbling again, and a small line of blood leaks from my lips.
Maddie notices and taps my shoulder, "you okay?" She asks. I feel the change, and my mind begins to change too. I shake the feeling off, and I vomit up blood and digested food. "Eugh." Maddie winces back.
I turn to her and smile, "come on." I tell her to move forward, my voice raspy. Maddie takes her phone out, and looks around. I stand up straight again, and point at her iPhone. "What are you doing..?" I ask.
"Hm? Oh! I'm waiting for someone." She blushes, "Bryan of course.. Oh and, question. About yesterday after school.. So, we're slaves to you. And, you're a demon, correct?" I nod, "okay good uh.. What does that make us? And, can I see your demonic form?" Maddie blushes and tangles her fingers together. Her smile, small but joyful.
I blush, and rub my nose. My.. demon form? I shake my head, "maybe later." I say, and she goes aw, knowing I ruined this moment. As we walk into the building, I don't remember what day it is.. huh. Last day of school? Oh shit-.. "Hey Maddie. Is it the last day of school..?"
"Uh, yesterday was. But, everybody usually hangs around after school is over. It's.. uh, kind of a thing." Maddie shrugged, and pointed at the front doors. "See." I look at where her finger and where it's pointing. She was right, a lot of teenagers and those who graduated are still here. How odd..
I think of what to do.. Oh god, I just remembered. Jeff! As I start running, I ditch Maddie behind. Running as quick as I can, pushing people off the way and sliding against the waxed floors. Frantically looking around for Jeff, I start blushing. And people begin noticing me, "oh hey! You're the new girl right? Want to come back at my house? We're having a party." I hear a guy say, and I turn to him. My face slowly goes red, and I nod.
"U-Uh.. a party? Sure!" I gladly accept the invite, and he starts to come closer to my face. I blush, and gulp. He then slowly corners me, and his smug look reminds me of Jeff once again. I slowly stop fighting back, and I look up at the blue eyed man. "Who are you..?" I softly ask.
"Me? I'm probably the best lover ever, names Johnathon." John moves his lips just a few ways from mine, and I shiver. I can barely breath, and his smug face reminds me of Jeff so much that I feel like making out with this stranger. "And you?"
I gasp for breath, "Blake.. so, you think after this hang-out is over. You'll wait here and pick me up?" I ask, and my face is sweaty. This guy is so close I can barely breath, he's crushing my boobs. Most importantly, my lungs.
"Sure, see you later sweet-cheeks." I hear him say as he kisses my neck and walks back to his friends.
I sigh, and look around. Maddie isn't following me anymore. I'll have to show her Jeff later.. I get out of the corner and rub my neck. As I keep walking in the flooded hallways, seeing people making-out in small corners and friends laughing loudly. Oh god.. Jeff, where.. where are you? As I keep walking, my body twitching and shaking. I can feel the pain in the back of my head pound and rattle my brain around. I feel like throwing up right now. But good luck for me, as I stop for a moment to breath. I hear girls giggling and talking loudly, asking some guy questions. A crowd of females and young teens are just a few steps away from me. I shake my head and think of it as some sort of group of females seeing a male who looks like their dream boy.. W-wait a minute.
Jeff's human form looks like a very "hot" male.. Don't tell me.. JEFF?! I quickly walk over, and push some girls off the way. Seeing Jeff, his long smile slowly turns to me. "Hey there, Blake! Meet my new fiances." I hear him say, I begin to blush and look at the girls who are behind him. Their boobs look fake.. their faces are covered with make-up and their hair is scene kind of looking. What the fuck..? "Blakey wakey, where have you been?" He walks over and leans on me, I feel his knife stabbing at my stomach. I blush, and softly moan. "The fuck? Blake, what the hell?" Jeff moves away, and I cover my mouth awkwardly.
"Nothing.. Jeff, I need to talk to you for a moment." I look up at the pale man, his messy hair probably looks scene as a human male. He sighs, and looks at the girls behind him, who look like messed up rag-dolls.
"See you lovely ladies later." He sexually says and yanks my arm. Walking quickly away from the group, and I can tell, they want to follow us. And I think they are.. As we get away from the group and enter an emptied gymnasium, Jeff turns around and grips my shoulders. His nails digging into my skin. "What is it?" He angrily says.
I blush, and I can tell my face looks like I'm about to cry. "W-well.. I'm going to a party tonight after this whole school trend is over.. And.. and.." I stop, and I push him off me. "And I don't want you guys following me!" I scream in his face, and his knife swings out of his sweater pocket. I stare at his knife, and I see the somewhat thick wet blood on the tip. M-my blood..
"Why not Blake? Something you don't want to tell us?" Jeff points the knife at my neck, and pushes me against a wall. I cannot get out of this mess. "Another question, what did you do with my knife, I know you did something other than just cut your arms up." He wipes the knife off with his left sleeve, and shows me it as if I haven't seen it before. "Tell me." Jeff quietly says.
"Okay, first answer. I just don't want you guys in my life anymore, I-I think I want to actually try this "new generation" shit." I gulp, and start blushing. "Second answer.. I uh.. used it for.. uhh.." I awkwardly look around, trying to avoid eye-contact. "P-pleasure?" I shrug my shoulders and look back up at Jeff who looks disgusted but somewhat aroused. Oh god Jeff, don't you dare.
He backs off, and puts his knife back in his pocket. "You know the first answer is a lie, right?" Jeff suddenly says, I.. I.. he's right. I need Masky, Slender man, Hoodie, and mostly Jeff in this demonic life of mine.. But as I look down, he walks over to a couple of bleachers. Sits down, and stares at me. I walk over too, and sit down a few inches away from him. It's quiet.. and awkward. I wish Johnathon was here to make Jeff jealous, but of course. Jeff doesn't think of me like that.. Or does he? I gulp nervously, and he turns to me. "Blood stuff in your throat, again?" He suddenly asks. I blush.
"No.." I reply, and think of something to say. I turn to him, and smile. "Has Liu said anything yet?.." Jeff quickly turns to me, and gives me an angry look as always. But then he calms down.
Shaking his head, "no.. nothing. Liu hasn't said anything for the past three years." Jeff takes his knife out, and twirls it around. Looking at the faded out blood stains, and the sharpness of the blade.
It gets awkward again, and I sigh. But just like that, as if the all mighty Zalgo heard my prayer. Johnathon pushes the doors open, and looks around. "Ah! There you are, Blake! The girls told me you were in here." As he approaches us, the lights flickering on. He then turns to Jeff, "who's this dork?" As he said that, I put my hands up; gesturing him not to say anything rude to Jeff. But he doesn't notice the gesture.
"Blake.. who's this fag?" Jeff points the knife at John. I blush, and I try to say something but John jumps up the bleachers and sits beside me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, his hand just a little ways from my right breast. My face gets red.
"This fag has a new girlfriend, and her name is Blake. Ain't that right, babe?" John then puts his lips against my neck again, softly kissing me. I try to push him off, Jeff's look is getting me scared. His face doesn't look jealous at all, it looks twisted and evil. Jeff then snatches my arm.
"Let's go Blake." He angrily says, his grip getting tighter and tighter.
"Hey! Blake is staying here with me!" John grabs my left arm, and they both play tug-of-war. I get angry myself, and my body begins to shift. My hair disappearing and two wolf like ears grow out. A bald but stitched head of a wolf is made, my body then gets larger and my clothes rip off violently. My hands get larger just a tad and my fingernails turn into sharp daggers of agony. My legs snap back into wolf sort of hind-legs, and my body is fully stitched. I don't.. remember what happens next but-..
As my eyes slowly open, the light flooding in. I wince back and cover my eyes. "Fuck.." I mumble.
"Well, miss cheater is now awake!" Jeff yells in my face, and his sweater is off. His rib cage in view, it looks like he barely eats.. like one of those African kids. I wonder where his sweater is, and as I sit up. My body feels bare and wet. I look down and I see Jeff's sweater. It's baggy and it covers my chest and half of my bottom part. Blood leaking off my nose and I try to remember what happened. I remember.. ripping a body into limbs and nothing but muck. John? I look around, and see his thin body. I must have sucked the living soul out of him.. I wonder if Jeff got some too. W-wait.. Miss Cheater? "So, how did you meet this fag, who's now a dead fag." Jeff looks down at John's disembodied limbs.
I rub my eyes, and sit up. Hugging myself, it feels like I'm hugging Jeff but.. I'm just wearing his sweater. "Mm? Oh, I was just running into the building to find you and well, he got.. uh.. Touchy with me. He even kissed me on my neck." And he reminded me of you. I almost said, but stopped myself. As I kneel down beside the sucked dry body limbs, I look around. "I was also going to a party.. you know, for soul sucking." I pick up the limbs and put them into a pile.
Jeff lifted up the sweater and stabbed my in the side, I groan in pain. "Yeah right, you said you wanted to try get a new life without us in it." Jeff's angry voice was back again, and then he slowly took his knife out, and put down the sweater. Sitting back on the bleachers. I want to sit with him, but I just.. don't feel like it.
Maybe it's time for me to stop loving such a violent creepy-pasta and fall in love with another demon or human. I sigh, and I stand up. "Jeff.. I.." I softly say, and turn to him. "I'm a little bored." I laugh, and sit beside him. Rubbing the blood off my thighs and face.
Jeff turns to me, "what the fuck do humans do to pass by the time?" Jeff suddenly yells, and leans back. I shrug, "want to try sex?" Jeff once again blurts out, and my face goes red.
"WHAT?!" I yell, and move away from him.
"You do.. know what that is right?" Jeff pokes the knife at my shoulder, and starts stabbing deeply into the tissue. I wince back and the knife slides out slowly. "Well?"
I sigh, "whatever." I shake my head, and get off the bleachers. Slowly walking out of the gymnasium, before I feel Jeff's knife stab my in the back. But it's not a stab of pain at all.. it feels nice actually. I blush and cover my mouth, softly moaning. "W-why..?" I mumble, as Jeff grabs the front of the sweater and pulls me back. The lights turn off, and I wonder why. As we walk into the darkened area, my eyes glow and so does Jeff's. I can see in the dark, and so can he. Of course.. he loves the dark.
I am pushed against the wall, and I slowly slide down, sitting against the wall. Jeff sits down in front of me. He's on his knees, and then he sits down. Me and him are in a staring contest right now, I gulp. "So uh.. now what?" I ask nervously. Jeff brings his face up to mine, and I turn my face away from his lips. I don't want to kiss him, I just don't want to! But Jeff angrily moves my face to his, and then we kiss. But instead of saliva I taste, I taste the rich thickness of the blood that fills out mouths. I place my hands on his bare chest and try to push him away from me, I don't want to kiss him! Or else I'll love him even more and he'll just keep hurting me!.. I don't-.. I stop fighting and my hands slide on his back, his bones and his spine sticking out. I can feel them..
Jeff, I love you.. As we stop kissing, we stare at each other again. The blood pouring out of our lips. I'm still up against a wall, but we're sitting right now. My knees up high, and he's sitting on his calves. I move the sweater just a little up so it shows my bottom half, and I blush. "D-do you think you can give me small baby cuts..? They feel amazing to be honest.." I confess as I look away from him again.
"Stop looking away or else it'll feel like rape." I hear Jeff say, and I start giggling. "And stop giggling too, it sounds as if I'm making love to a twelve year old." Jeff is trying to unzip his black dress pants right now, but I can't help but giggle at it.
"God, you take forever." I sigh, "I like the making out session better than this." I groan, and he groans angrily too. So he then starts kissing me again, but more furiously. His tongue tricking mine just so he can bite down on it. I groan in pain and I try to make him stop. But it doesn't work. As he stops kissing me, I can feel something poke at my nether region. "Jeff? Please tell me that was your hand or knee." I nervously ask, trying not to think of the other word..
He moves a little closer to me, my chest blocks him to go further and he pushes his crotch forward instead of his chest. The hard shaft of his member slowly entering my throbbing inside. I start crying, "o-oh god Jeff.. why are you giving me this again?"
"Just to pass.." He grunts and starts thrusting forward and back, going smooth for a minute and then going a little faster the next. "..the time." He replies, and we both start moaning. Our hot breath feeling awkward, and I look up at Jeff. His face red and his lips still smiling at me.
I can't help but smile too. My tongue slides out of my mouth and hangs there, my bloody saliva dripping onto his sweater. And I wipe it off with the back of my left hand, apologizing and then we keep moaning sexually. My body feeling unsure whether it wants to ejaculate now, or later. Jeff keeps pushing back and forth, and I can tell he wants another position. So I let him move me however he wants me to.
He then takes himself out for a moment, and turns me around. I'm on my knees and I push my butt out, he grabs a hold and pushes himself in harshly. But it feels nice, and then I feel the small cuts on my back forming. He starts cutting me, and it feels amazing.. I'm such a weird demonic being. As he keeps pushing in, getting deeper and deeper. I hear Jeff say he's almost ready, but his voice is covered with our moans.
"J-Jeff, not inside. O-outside." I try to say, and he sort of understands. As I keep trying to breath correctly, but it comes out as hiccup like breaths. My inside feels bubbly and ready to explode. As we keep moaning for a few minutes, he takes himself out. Rubbing his shaft up and down, and I ejaculate myself. Feeling the sticky white fluid leaking down my thighs, and the blood flows down as well, tickling my sides. I also feel longs strings sliding off my butt. I don't want this to end, not just like this. I turn to Jeff and take off his sweater. Placing it aside, and then I tackle him. My tongue cuts in half and the blood pours from my mouth and onto his face, "ready?" I hear my tormented voice growl. But I didn't let him have time to reply, and I push him in once again. Bouncing up and down, penetrating deeper and deeper. I grasp his shoulders, and I don't hesitate one second. I keep violently bouncing up and down, my breasts trying to keep up with my movement. "Waste time huh? How clever." As I talk, more blood comes up from my oesophagus and onto Jeff's face or chest.
Jeff's long smile then becomes longer as his actual mouth grins as well, "well look who's coming out of her shell." He angrily says, his voice makes me snap out of my sexual rage and he pushes me backward, my head hits the gymnasium flooring and blood leaks out. "Well, I think your head was just filled with unnecessary blood." Jeff licks my forehead, and the small puddle forming beside my ear.
"Hmph.. whatever." I groan, and he starts moving back and forth again. Enjoying the feeling this time, last time I was allowing him just to "pass time". Yeah whatever. I open my mouth, and realize my tongue is still sliced in half. I cover my mouth, and recover my diced tongue. Jeff starts increasing his speed, and his genitals start to slap against my butt. My face goes red, and he grabs onto my left breast. Groping it intensely. "F-fuck.. c-calm down Jeff." I moan, my knees move a little upward. As I feel my climax coming closer again. I want Jeff to cut my neck, just a bit.. I want him to. I know the deadly scar he left on my neck is heart-breaking for me. But.. I want him to cut me just slightly. Enough to let blood seep out. "J-Jeff, before you c-come.. I want you to just cut my neck, just to let blood run through." I blush. And Jeff grabs his knife that was by his feet.
Our moment has come to an end, and I'll never be able to feel like this again. Not until a million years. Jeff, will never love me like this, ever.. again. The cold blade touches my neck and he pushes down, it stings for a little while and feels nice afterwards. A deep gash on my neck begins to squirt out blood as I try to breath normally with this cut here. And I finally ejaculate. I feel the ecstasy just like last time. But more effective.. maybe because Jeff is here. And just like that, Jeff comes too.. b-but..
It was on accident.