Okay, so I know I haven't updated in a while. I'M SO SORRY! I had school and tests and projects and...well, you get the idea. Please don't hate me.

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Defeat and seal Zalgo.
Slenderman's words, his request, or rather, his ultimatum, rang through Annabeth's head, rebounding off the sides of her skull. She gave a faint sigh of irritation, too tired to growl or curse like she normally did, as she sat on Jeff's bed and tried to get a hold of herself and the situation and the sheer unfairness of it all.
Honestly, how the fuck did the faceless entity – how did anyone – expect her to somehow defeat and seal Zalgo? It was obviously something even the Creepypastas were unable to do, as none of them had attempted it because it would be a fool's errand (at least according to Slenderman).
Why did I say yes? Annabeth bemoaned, mentally slapping herself for her utter stupidity. The success of this mission was about, she estimated, 2%. Nah….less. She was only a fifteen year old teenage girl, for crying out loud. And now she was expected to seal away this eons-old demon-god-entity-being thingy that she knew virtually nothing about. Not even Slenderman had known adequate information about Zalgo – just that he was the Ruler of the Underworld, and very, very powerful.
Very.
And that was saying a lot. Slenderman was so powerful that the Creepypastas obeyed him (some against their will, *cough* Jeff *cough*), but not even he could face Zalgo and guarantee victory. So the cowardly bastard had dumped the duty on her because of her "magical potential".
What fucking magical potential? Annabeth wondered furiously. If she had magical potential, her mother might still be alive. Annabeth might not be in this situation in the first place, forced to take on an impossible task because some supernatural being had threatened the only two people she had left, Emily and her father.
Speaking of them, were they okay? How was Emily feeling about her abduction? Did her father know? Did he even care?
Reaching into her pocket, Annabeth studied the tiny bottle that Slenderman had given her. The one that she was supposed to seal the King of the Underworld into. What a terrifying weapon, she thought sarcastically. A fucking bottle.
He is my main rival, and the only being who is my equal in power. Of course, with the exception of "them".
Who is….them? thought Annabeth. Jeff was supposed to tell her, but the asshole was out doing his "hobby", dodging every attempt she'd made at asking the question.
As if her thoughts summoned him (haha), the door to the room squeaked open. Annabeth turned her head warily as Jeff stepped in, slamming the door again behind him. As she took in his appearance, her eyes widened.
The killer had his knife in one hand, its deadly blade covered in crimson liquid, as well as his white hoodie, his hands, and a little bit on his face. Annabeth didn't suspect it was Hawaiian Punch. The words tumbled out of her mouth, "What the hell happened to you? You look like a menstruation pad!"
At the simile, Jeff snarled, his cerulean orbs snapping to Annabeth's face. "The real question is what have you been doing, doll." The killer retorted. "You expect me to believe you've been sitting on my bed this whole time, not doing shit?"
In fact, 'not doing shit' was exactly what Annabeth had been doing, and she told him so. "Bingo." She replied sarcastically. "You've finally developed some brain cells."
Shit, that was a bad thing to say. the girl realized a moment later as fury flamed on Jeff's face and he threw the knife. The shining blade whizzed past Annabeth's face, nicking her cheek and drawing the slightest amount of blood. Then, with a clank, it embedded itself into the wall behind her.
"Learn to watch your fucking mouth, doll." Jeff spat, glaring at Annabeth. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now."
Oh really? Not in the mood? Then why'd you kidnap me, asswipe? Are you not annoyed enough in your sad life? the girl snapped back, at least mentally. This time, though, she, for once, kept the outburst in her head and took a deep breath. Her heart had accelerated to unbelievable levels – partially from fear (yes, Jeff was scary), and partially from anger that he said he was tired of her when he insisted on keeping her here as his "pet".
But now wasn't the time to let her temper get away from her. Jeff was pissed, and crossing a certain line could get Annabeth killed. That in itself wasn't the most appealing idea, but her main drive was this: if she died, then what would happen to her father and Emily? Would Slenderman order them killed as well?
So, she forced herself to make her voice level. "I've been trying to ask you," Annabeth started, "who are 'they'?"
At her inquiry, Jeff's eyes flickered with some negative emotion. Whoever 'they' was, he didn't seem to like them, but there was also something else in his icy orbs. The same kind of look that took over his face around Slenderman was present.
'They' were powerful, then. 'They' were people who intimidated Jeff.
Said boy turned away, and Annabeth slumped slightly, thinking that he was going to disregard the question that she so desperately wanted the answer to for the millionth time. However, to her surprise, a few minutes passed, and he spoke.
"They're gods."
Annabeth froze, her puzzled, stressed, sleep-deprived mind trying to wrap around his answer. "G…gods?"
"Are you fucking hard of hearing, doll?" Jeff retorted. "You heard me the first damn time."
Ignoring his downgrading comments, Annabeth lifted a slender, blonde eyebrow. "I didn't know there were gods in this universe….or something like that. This world. This dimension."
The killer snorted. "If there weren't gods, what do you think Zalgo is?"
"Uh…..an entity, like Slenderman?"
Jeff chuckled, the laugh tinged with maniacal glee. "You're honestly such a dumbass sometimes, sweetcheeks. Yeah, fuckface is an entity, but he's not the only one – there's a lot more. Examples – Splendorman, Squanderman, and Trendorman (A/N: I think I spelled those wrong XD), his brothers."
"Slenderman has brothers?"
"Yep. Hard to fucking believe, isn't it? One fuckface is enough." Jeff snorted. "They each inhabit their own realities, though, and rarely come to this particular one."
"And what about the gods?" Annabeth asked tentatively, not quite able to process that she was having Gods, Spirits and Entities 101 with Jeff the Teacher. "What are they?"
"Gods are gods." Jeff responded plainly, making Annabeth groan and roll her eyes at him. "Fair enough." she conceded reluctantly. "Slenderman said Zalgo is his equal in power. So that means entities are just as powerful as gods?"
The boy coaching her on the secrets of the universe chuckled. "You're talkative all of a sudden, doll." he purred. "Developing Stockholm Syndrome already?" At his playful mockery, Annabeth snapped, "Just answer the fucking question, asshole."
"You're such a spoilsport, doll ~" Jeff whined. "Fine. In honor of your major hotness, I'll answer your questions."
"Stop your shitty flirting and just get to the damn point, will you?" the girl retorted irately. She didn't have time for this – she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
Jeff rolled his eyes – or tried to, since his lack of eyelids made it rather difficult. "No, hotness." the new pet name made Annabeth cringe mentally, but she pushed the discomfort aside. There were other, more important things to focus on right now than such petty matters. "Entities, at least average ones, aren't anywhere near as powerful as gods. Fuckface and his brothers started out as normal entities, but they managed to surpass the limit and become as powerful as gods. That's why Lord Pointy Horns and fuckface are equals in power."
"Lord Pointy Horns?" Annabeth echoed. "You mean Zalgo?"
"Who the fuck else would I mean, doll?"
The girl processed the information she'd gleaned for a moment. There were gods in this world. There were entities, which was what Slenderman and his brothers were. But they'd managed to gain enough power to become like gods.
"Do you know any other gods besides Zalgo?"
"Not personally, dollface. But I can name them all."
Annabeth blinked. "You memorized all the gods and their names? I've never pegged Jeff the Killer as such a scholar."
"Very fucking funny." Jeff spat. "The only reason I know them all is because fuckface saw fit to take us back to school and force us to learn all the gods and their names."
The girl snorted at the thought of Jeff diligently studying. This insane bastard? Studying? Learning anything except how to spread misery, pain, and fear? The notion was nearly impossible to picture. He was a killer, and nothing was going to change that.
"Can you name them, then?" Annabeth asked.
To her surprise, Jeff did so without hesitation, without even a snarky comment. Annabeth thought she saw something – a terrifying glint in his eyes, but then it was gone and she concluded that she'd imagined it. She was tired, stressed, and sleep-deprived, after all.
"There're twelve gods." Jeff informed her. "Their names are Alexiel, Kyle, Prima, Lilia, Caspar, Jacin, Celesta, Nyx, Astrolia, Gilbert, and Arth."
Somehow I expected their names to be more….godlike. Annabeth thought. But they sound pretty normal. Then a realization dawned on her. "Those are only eleven names." she pointed out.
Jeff nodded. "There's one more, but her godhood in controversial."
"Why?"
The killer hesitated, as if wondering if he should disclose the information before he continued. "A little less than a century ago, she – her name was Irina – vanished. "
Annabeth frowned. "A god….vanished? Are you saying she's hiding somewhere?"
"That's what everyone thought at first, doll." Jeff said. "But if that were the case, they should have found her by now. They can't. She hasn't been seen or heard of since the day she disappeared."
The teen paused, letting the knowledge sink in. So a god had vanished less than one-hundred years ago and should have been found, but never was. "Huh. Weird." she muttered, then looked back at Jeff.
These next words are going to make me hate myself. Annabeth thought. Good-bye, my dignity.
"Well…." she practically choked out. "Thanks….for telling me….Jeff."
Silence.
Annabeth tensed.
Jeff was staring at her, a predatory, crazed look in his eyes. It cause goosebumps to erupt over her arms, and her hackles stood on end, muscles tensing and ready to spring into action.
"You don't have to thank me verbally, hotness." Jeff cooed. "I'll collect my debt another way."
"What….." Annabeth's mouth was dry as a desert. She tried to swallow, but only ended up exhausting her throat muscles. "What…..other way?"

Warning: Triggering Scene Ahead

Suddenly, abruptly, in the span of a single heartbeat, the girl was pinned onto the bed, unable to move her limbs. Jeff's head was buried in the crook of her neck, his breath tickling her skin. Annabeth shivered, panic, fear, and horror overtaking her body. "What are you….." she faltered, trying to shake him off, but it was no use.
A warm, damp thing slid across her collarbone, and Annabeth's breath hitched as she realized it was Jeff's tongue. He nibbled lightly on her neck, an animalistic growl rumbling low in his body and his teeth closed around her skin.
"S-Stop!" the girl frantically attempted to push him away, to do something, anything, but for all her sass and sharp wit, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl, and he was an experienced, remorseless, psychopathic killer. Her efforts were commendable, but utterly futile.
"It's time for you to pay for the information I gave you, hotness." Jeff whispered seductively in her ear.
Annabeth's vision blurred. Something trailed down her cheek, tracing its way across her face and landing on the mattress of the bed with a soft plick. A tear. This was impossible. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be happening. It couldn't.
"After all…." The killer purred. "You're mine."

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Uh-oh. Bad things are ahead. Look away, kids.
Once again, I am so so so so so so so so so so sorry for not updating sooner. I made this chapter (kind-of) long for you guys.
Please note that the whole entity/god thing is entirely from my own imagination, and it's fine if you don't believe the Creepypasta world is like that.
Thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon! Love you!