Jeff

Chapter 8

Jesus Christ! Why does Slendy have to be such an asshat sometimes? Can't he just pipe the fuck down about what I have to do? I mean, I'm what, seventeen now? He could just…leave me alone. I understand his concerns, but-

"Jeff?" A knock came at the door followed by a girl calling my name. It was creepy sounding.

"Coming!" I shouted as I lifted myself off the bed and walked to the door. As I opened it, it wasn't Kat. It was Masky.

"Hey, Jeff." He said.

"Masky? You sounded like a girl. Can you imitate voices or some crazy shit like that?" I ask him.

"Uh, no. I didn't even say your name, or anything for that matter." Masky tells me, adjusting his mask.

"…" I was silent. Whose voice was that? Was it Sally's? Kat's even? Oh well. "So, what is it?"

"Huh?" Masky asks. "What's what?"

"Why'd you come up here?" I ask.

"Oh that." I sense nervousness or embarrassment in his voice. "I-I just wanted to ask you…a question. I was wondering if y-you could help me with this girl."

I raise an eyebrow and do a slight smile. Wait, I have a permanent smile. Whatever, I tried to smirk.

"Who is she?" I question him. I was guessing it was Sally or Bloody Mary or something.

"Oh…do I have to tell you?" He asks me.

"I'm your bro, so, obviously, you do." I tell him.

"Will you be mad at me?" Masky speaks slowly. What would it take for Masky to just spit it out already?

"NO. NOW TELL ME, TIM." I demand, Masky groans when I say Tim. Only SlenderMan could call him by that, he always tells me.

"Fine…it's-"

"Hmmmm?" I say interrupting.

"It's," Masky sighs. "It's Kat."

Whoa, hold on a second. He likes Kat? THE FUCK? Okay, I promised him I wouldn't get mad, but, Kat was his um, let's just say really good friend that if he dated her it wouldn't be the end of the world sort of thing. It'd sort of be… not bad.

"Oh." I say, trying to hide my emotions. "Cool."

Masky sucks in his breath. "You aren't mad?"

"Nope." I lie. Masky slowly breathes out in relief.

"Oh, that's great. But, how do I tell her? What should I do?" Masky asks me.

"I dunno. I don't have a girlfriend." I mean, how could I when I kill them before our first date?

"Jeff?" I hear Masky say.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the support, sort of." Masky leaves the room, the door left ajar.

"Fuck," I think out loud. "He likes Kat."

I pace the room, wondering what I should do about it. Ruin it? No, Masky's my bro. Tell Masky Kat hates him? Spread rumors about the house? Ughhh…wait. What about Lucius? No he'd murder me if I'd done anything. I guess I'll just see how this shit goes. Hopefully it doesn't go well. I don't have a crush on Kat, that's…that's not right… I don't like her. I don't. I don't. I don't. I sit on my bed. Thinking this over, I turn on the radio. Mr. Brightside by The Killers comes one, an appropriate song for this situation.

I'm coming out of my cage

And I've been doing just fine

Gotta gotta be down

Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss

It was only a kiss

I continue to listen, singing along to the lyrics in my head, tapping my foot to the beat. What should I do? I think, Maybe I tell Masky that I do- I don't. I say again. I don't like her.

Now I'm falling asleep

And she's calling a cab

While he's having a smoke

And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now

Let me go
And I just can't look it's killing me

And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I never

I never

I never

I never

I can't love her. I don't love her. I won't love her. I'll never love her.

And she'll never love me.