They were screwed, Jeff was sure of that. Completely and utterly screwed.
He just hoped LJ would keep his promise and delete his internet history for him if he didn't come back alive.*
"Left left left left left!" He hissed when Nina and Jane rounded a right corner. The ravenette (the one that hated him, that is) glared at him heatedly.
"Why should we listen to you?" She asked. Jeff gritted his teeth.
"Because I have more experience running from coppers than you do?" he asked rhetorically, crying out when the knife still buried in his back was jostled. (Jane did that on purpose.)
"Jeff, do you want us to take that knife out?" Nina asked. Jeff immediately shook his head.
"It's the only thing stopping me from dying of blood loss," he said.** "Leave it in."
Together, the three of them rounded another corner, only to find themselves at a dead end. Jeff cursed violently.
"Fuck," he muttered, desperately trying to think of a way out of this new situation. "Fuck fuck fuck." Jane glared at him.
"Shut up!" She hissed. "They'll hear us!" Jeff glared right back at her.
"They'll find us anyways!" He snapped. "Let me think out loud, it helps my thought process!" Jane huffed in irritation, evidently becoming more and more panicked as the wail of the siren grew nearer and nearer.
"Hurry up!" She hissed. Jeff glowered at her.
"I am hurrying!" He said. "It's not exactly easy to think with a knife buried in your back though!"
The three of them lapsed into silence, broken only by the wail of the siren or Jeff's incessant mumbling.
"I've got it!" He said suddenly. Jane and Nina rounded on him.
"What is it?" They asked in unison. Jeff winced when the burning in his back tripled in pain.
"Right," he gasped. "Here's how things are gonna go: you guys are gonna run, and leave me here," he glared at the shocked looks on their faces. "I'm serious." Nina looked heartbroken.
"B-b-but-!"
"But what?" Jeff snarled. "Look, I'm only going to slow you down! Take Jane and get back to Slender's mansion. Get help from somebody, god, even the Slenderduck*** would do at this point." Nina still looked traumatized. Jeff exhaled and turned to Jane.
"Oi. Jane," she looked at him. He sighed. "Get this mess of a fangirl back to the mansion, will you? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Jane glared at him.
"You better be," she muttered. "'Cause I'll kill you if you die." Jeff rolled his eyes, not bothering to point out that if he did indeed bleed out, it would be because of her. (She stabbed him, remember?)
"Good luck with that," he deadpanned. "Now shoo!"
The two ravenettes gave him one last look, then ran off into the night.
As soon as they were out of sight, Jeff collapsed against the wall, crying out when the action jostled the knife still buried in his back. He'd been doing his best to hide it from the other two, not wanting Jane's looks of contempt and Nina's looks of pity, but the truth is, he thinks he crossed over into 'ok-im-actually-running-the-risk-of-dying' land a long time ago.
"Well this is it then, isn't it?" He muttered. "The infamous Jeff the Killer, left to bleed out in a dark alleyway." He dimly realized the wails of the sirens had slowly faded away. How ironic. As soon as Jane and Nina leave, so does the threat. How. Fucking. Ironic.
Jeff sighed and slouched to the side slightly in hopes of somehow easing the pain (pain was definitely screwing up his sense of judgement- sober him would never think that would work) then scowled and hissed in pain when it did just the opposite.
Alright, screw self-preservation, he thought ruefully, reaching behind him and ripping the knife out.
Which wasn't probably suck a good idea, if be was being honest with himself, but it was driving him insane. Besides, creepypasta anatomy was different from human anatomy. Who knows, he might even survive this?
He snorted at the thought.
As his vision began to dim, he turned over the knife in his hands. He knit his eyebrows when he realized it was one of his.
So Jane had stolen from him then? That little shit…
The knife fell out of his hands with a clatter, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"I can't believe we had to leave early," Undyne grumbled as she and Alphys stalked down the narrow streets. The scientist nervously nibbled on her claws.
"W-Well, perhaps it's b-b-because of how you k-k-kind of d-destroyed the place?" She suggested meekly. Undyne moodily blew her fringe out her face.
"Maybe," she grumbled. "But can they really blame me? They cancelled the anime convention just because of 'poor weather.'" Alphys sweat-dropped.
"Un-Undyne, there was l-literally a heatwave." She said. Undyne rolled her eyes.
"Pfft, a mere heatwave wouldn't stop me!" She replied, pausing when she saw a trail of red across the floor. She grabbed ahold of Alphys. "Alphy, look…" her girlfriend put her hands to her mouth.
"Oh dear," she breathed. "That's- that's not what I th-think it is, is-is it?" Undyne nodded gravely.
"I'm afraid it is," she said, taking Alphys' hand in her own. "Come on- maybe we can help."
Together, the two women raced through the streets, following the trail of blood. As they grew closer and closer, Undyne grew more and more concerned. There was quite a bit of blood, and she was beginning to wonder if whoever its owner is is even alive.
Nevertheless, she and Alphys plowed on, until they came to a narrow alleyway.
They slowed down as the trail of blood slowly came to an end. Looking ahead, Undyne caught her breath when she say…
A boy.
He didn't look very old- in monster standards, of course. Maybe a couple years older than Frisk, 16 or 17?****
And he was surrounded in a pool of his own blood.
Undyne cursed and rushed forward, healing magic already forming.
"Stars above, what the hell happened?" She muttered to herself as she set about healing him. Alphys' nervously knelt down beside her.
"M-Maybe he was att-attacked?" She suggested meekly. Undyne frowned.
"Maybe," she muttered. Alphys frowned and gently eased the boy forward. She gasped at what saw.
"Alphy? What's wrong?" Undyne asked, momentarily stopping her healing magic. Alphys gulped.
"Un-Undyne?" She asked. "He was stabbed." The fish monster cursed.
"Maybe ab-about half an hour ago*****…" Alphys frowned. "No… th-that can't be possible…" Undyne frowned.
"What's wrong Alphy?" She asked. The scientist twisted her hands together.
"Look how big this puddle of bl-blood is," she gestured to the puddle of blood they were currently sitting in. "He was bleeding out pretty quickly," her frown deepened. "Which also shouldn't h-have been possible, th-there aren't any major arteries in the back*... but that's besides the point. He should h-have bled out by now. H-he should be dead. Not to mention…" she leaned the boy forward.
"See how the w-wound is jagged around the edges?" She asked. Undyne nodded. "Th-this would im-imply that the knife has been in him for a while, as if-if it had been a quick stab, it would be a cl-clean cut." Undyne frowned.
"How do you know?" She asked, genuine curiosity reflected in her tone. Alphys gingerly picked up a large butcher's knife she had somehow overlooked.
"I-I'm inclined to believe that this is the w-weapon used, simply because of-of the mass amounts of bl-blood on it," she said. "But that-thats not the point." Gently, Alphys ran her finger along the blade. Undyne was alarmed to see beads of blood pop up.
"It's a re-reinforced chef's blade," she explained. "Like th-the ones you have, b-but sharper. As such, if this was a quick st-stab and run, the entry w-wound would have been v-very clean. None of th-this jaggedness." She gestured to the wound again. Undyne nodded slowly.
"Right… so the knife stayed in him…" she said slowly. Alphys nodded.
"Ex-exactly." She said. "Wh-which is more than a little concerning." She ran her fingers over the side of the blade. "B-based on the amount of dried blood on the blade, I-I'd say it was removed not too long ago. So he's been running around with a blade in his back for 30 minutes or so." Undyne frowned, and with a nod from Alphys, continued healing the victim.
"But… because it's a chef's knife… he'd be dead." She realized. Alphys nodded.
"Exactly." She said, just as Undhen finsihed healing the wound. "W-we'll ask him about it when he wakes up." Undyne nodded.
The two women lapsed into silence. Undyne winced when she realized how difficult it was going to be to get the boy's blood out of her scales. Exactly what she needed when she gets back from Japan.
She didn't regret helping the boy though, no way could she. She was immensely relieved they got to him in time, and were able to help.
The silence was suddenly broken when the boy groaned and shifted around.
He was awake.
"Are you alright?" Undyne asked immediately. The boy rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah… think so," he mumbled, then tensed up. "Wait. Who are you?" Alphys intervened.
"W-w-w-we aren't the ones who st-stabbed you!" She squeaked. The boy gave the impression of rolling his eyes.
"I know that," he muttered. "But who are you?" Undyne frowned.
"I'm Undyne, and this is my girlfriend Alphys." she said. "What's your name? What happened?" The boy sat up, but kept his head down.
"I'm Jeff," he said. He frowned. "And as for what happened… I don't remember." Undyne groaned.
"Great," she muttered. "Well, c'mon then, let's get ya down to the police house. We'll see if they can catch your attacker." Jeff tensed up.
"No!" He cried, then paused. "I mean… no. Thank you. That won't be necessary." Undyne frowned, suspicious.
"Why?" She asked. Jeff tensed further.
"Um…" he seemed to be stalling for an answer. "They… Don't really… like me… the police officers." Undyne gave him an unimpressed look.
"They don't like you," she echoed flatly. "Well I'm sorry kid, but shit like this cannot go undocumented." Jeff might've scowled, wasn't sure, he kept his head down.
"I'm sure it can," he growled. Both ladies were surprised by his tone. "Leave it." Undyne narrowed her eyes. Victim of a stabbing or not, he had no right to talk to her like that.
"Watch your tone," she snapped. "Now c'mon! We need to go to the police station."
"I said no!" Jeff said lifting his head up to glare at them.
Alphys screamed. Undyne gasped.
This boy… wasn't normal.
For starters, his skin was literally white as snow, and had a strange look to it… almost like it was one big scar.
Secondly, he didn't have any eyelids. A ring of black rested around his each of his eyes instead.
And thirdly, oh god…
He had a cut-in Glasgow smile. Self-inflicted too, from the looks of it.
Jeff galred at both of them, and Undyne suddenly got the feeling that reacting like they had might've been a bit not good.
"What?" He snapped. Alphys twisted her claws together.
"What-what happ-happened-" she couldn't even finish the sentence. Jeff seemed to get the gist of it nevertheless, as his enraged look tripled in velocity.
"My face?" He asked quietly. "What's wrong with my face?" His eyes darkened. "There's nothing wrong with my face. I'm beautiful." Undyne scoffed.
Immediately, Jeff leaped at her, previously abandoned knife clutched tightly in his hand. If Undyne has been anyone else, she'd be dead.
But she wasn't anyone else. She was Captian Undyne, and had years of battle-hardened reflexes on her side. As such, two blue spears immediately appeared and pinned Jeff to the wall behind him- by his clothes of course. Frisk would freak out of they found out she'd killed a human.
The psychopath's eyes widened.
"Shit," he cursed. "Fuck fuck fuck, you're one of them, aren't you?" Undyne narrowed her eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked dangerously. Jeff wasn't fazed.
"You're the fish lady!" He said. "You were on holiday-" he paled drastically. "Oh no, oh fuck, I fucked up, fuck fucky fuck fuck fucknuggets." He squirmed around drastically, even after Undyne's spears started cutting into him.
As for Undyne and Alphys, they were confused. Confused and angry. Just what was wrong with this kid?
"Let me go!" Jeff snarled. Undyne snorted.
"Fuck no!" She said. "We're taking you down to the police house on the title of attempted murder!" Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Like I've never heard that before!" He said. Alphys' eyes widened.
"Y-y-you're a serial killer!" She realized. Jeff paused. Undyne was starting to wish she'd sent the spears through his flesh instead, angry Frisk be damned.
"Fuck, didn't mean to give that away." He muttered. "Way to go Jeff." He sighed and glared at the two of them.
"Look, it's been lovely chatting, but I have to go," he said, and, much to Undyne's amazement, vanished.
Turns out he'd only teleported(?) behind her.
"Fuck!" He gasped. A small stone fell out of his hand and onto the ground, though he didn't seem to notice."Slendy really needs to work on those things' energy consumption!" he waved at Alphys and Undyne.
"Seeya!" He called, then bolted.
Undyne immediately started to chase after him, but Alphsy pulled her back.
"Don't," she pleaded. Undyne sighed.
"Alphy, he's a serial killer, I can't just let him get away!" She said. Alphsy chewed on her lip.
"You h-have to," she whispered. Undyne frowned upon seeing the tears in her eyes.
"Alphy…?" She crouched down to her girlfriend's height. Alphys looked at her with tear-filled eyes.
"Undyne, did you s-see his SOUL?" she asked. Undyne paused and thought about it.
"No, I didn't," she realized. Alphys drew in a shuddering breath.
"It was ruined," she whispered. "Doused in bl-blood and cracked horribly." Undyne's eyes widened.
"Just like Chara's SOUL," she realized. Alphys nodded miserably.
"I don't think he's a d-d-demon like them, but on the off chance that he i-is…" she drew in a shuddering breath. "We should leave him alone. Until we get S-Sans anyways. He's the only one that really kn-knows how to deal with people like Ch-Ch-Chara. We'd probably be k-killed." Undyne nodded gravelly and stood up, offering her hand to Alphys.
"Fair enough," she said, then sighed a moment later. "I feel like we've just been involved in something seriously huge." Alphys nodded.
"I know," she said quietly. "M-me too." Undyne exhaled.
"Let's go see Toriel and everyone," she said. "I'm sure they'll want to hear about this." Alphys nodded, and the two of them walked off.
"Wait!" Alphys cried suddenly. Undyne turned around to see Alphys holding the stone Jeff had dropped earlier.
"Why?" She asked as her girlfriend rejoined her side. Alphys sighed.
"I don't know," she said, curling a claw around the trinket.
"But I-I feel like it'll c-come in handy."
*L-Jack and Jeff both promised each other to delete each other's internet history for them in the event that they went out to kill and never came back.
**The knife in Jeff's back was acting as a stopper for the blood, to keep it from gushing out too quickly. I'm well aware that you probs shouldn't go running around with a knife buried in your back, but let's just say creepypasta anatomy allows them to do that and survive, Kay?
***Those of you who read my creepypasta headcannons (if there are any) will know all about the Slenderduck XD (if you wanna go check it out, it's in book two, under the name of kjm126316)
****Yes, I know traditionally, Jeff is 13. In this story, I've made him older. Why? Because… because I want to, ok? I do not want to see any hate in the comments, alright? Behave, and maybe you'll get a cookie.
*****When the monsters came up to the surface, not everyone was very accepting, and monster and monster supporter attacks were very common. Determined to help monsterkind, Alphys threw herself into research about how to tell if someone's been attacked, how to tell how long ago it happened, how to tell the murder weapon, ect, ect. Kind of like Doc. Grace from Murdoch.
*I don't know if there are any major arteries in the back, and I don't have wifi to check. Sue me.
**All will be revealed in later chapters
So how'd I do writing Alphys? When I wrote her in Flowey Was Alone, a lot of you seemed to think I made her stutter to much. (Reading it back, I definitely agree with you. Also, apologies for not fixing her stutter, idk why younger me didn't do that.) Did I do better this time? (I'm well aware she's acting fairly confident… but my headcannon is that she's more confident around her new family (love and support will do that) and even more so when she's talking about something she excels in. In this case, it's body tissue (sort of.)
I was gonna write more… but this is a pretty lengthy authors note as it is. I'll just end it here.
Au revoir, lite biscuits!
P.S- there's a Sherlock reference in this chappy… can any of you find it?