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carn4g3 · 4 months ago

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Ooh okay, so I thought of an idea! I guess you could call this your first request on this account, but any possessive headcannons about the li's from the night shift?

(I assumed they'd be possessive from what you mentioned at least)

Creepypasta Relationship HCs

Characters - Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu (& Sully), Ticci Toby, & Eyeless Jack x GN Reader

Summary - How they are in a relationship (w/ a "healthy" dose of possessive tendencies)

TWs - Descriptions of yandere behavior, cheating (and otherwise unhealthy polyamory), abusive or toxic relationships, manipulation, possessive and jealous behaviors, mentions of murder and other violence, & very brief mentions of sex.

Word Count - 3.4k (500-700 each)

A/N: Part 2 is now up folks :)

Part 2

Jeff the Killer

Almost definitely has a thing with control. As an unwilling pawn to a creature he can't defeat, he tends to approach all things in life less than civilly.

You would likely have to be under Slender's control as well. While he could possibly tolerate someone who has been with Slender for longer than himself, Jeff prefers a more rookie member. Especially if you're being trained as a proxy, he feels a sort of satisfaction knowing his own influence is somehow intermixed with Slender's closest pawns.

Getting into a relationship with him takes time, and, even then, the term relationship is used very loosely. Jeff has interests for short periods of time before moving on to something else that catches his attention. Assuming this is a more long lasting type of relationship, that manifests as him basically disappearing for anywhere from days to months at a time.

He doesn't quite ignore you. If you pass him by chance, he'll acknowledge you with a smidge more endearment than just anyone else. Even if you seek him out, he might agree, albeit on his terms and free time. However, it certainly rivals the near infatuation he exhibits when he's most interested.

That being said, monogamy is not to be expected. If you wanted to discuss it, you probably wouldn't get a straightforward conversation even if you beat it out of him. Jeff doesn't answer to anyone in his mind. He gets to do whatever he wants, when he wants to. If someone else catches his interest, you're the last thing on his mind.

On the other hand, you do have to answer to him. Being stuck in Slender's woods as well, there's only so many people around you, and Jeff feuds with them constantly. If you were to be seeing one of them, that's something they could hold against him, and, to Jeff, that's worse than sin. For that reason, he absolutely policies your other relationships, and, if anything escalates, you're the sole one at fault. Though, Jeff, behind all his boasting, is not the smartest and it is very easy to lie to him if you're even somewhat decent at it.

Jeff is also not the most affectionate in traditional senses. While he understands the general norms of a relationship, he tends to perceive gestures of affection as begrudging requirements rather than something he enjoys doing.

His main aim in a relationship would be sex, any other things falling as secondary or lower.

Non-sexual physical affection is generally stiff or completely non-existent. Depending on his temperament, he can be a little bit sweeter. If you were to ask for a hug, he would (given you two aren't in any sort of public setting) allow you to give him one. He, on the other hand, would stand there like a reluctantly breathing mannequin.

Words of affection are also few and far between. He absolutely won't say he loves you, and it would be like pulling teeth to get him to call you any endearing nickname. But, Jeff does speak to you a bit softer than he does others. His compliments aren't outright but rather a less critical version of his usual vindictive comments. Not to mention, if he's feeling especially placid, he might refer to you by your actual name over whatever bastardization he normally uses.

His most likely form of affection would be in gift giving. Jeff is kind of a kleptomaniac, deriving a weird sort of joy in taking "souvenirs" from those he's killed. If he just so happens to notice something that you've offhandedly mentioned before or (god forbid) even something that makes him think of you, he'll pass it on. Usually, that means finding it on your doorstep (like he's a cat giving you a dead mouse) or having it tossed off to you under the guise of it being "junk."

I will add one concession which is that it's not entirely impossible to get some complacency out of Jeff. One thing that he tends to forget is that you're not completely weak and docile. After all, you interested Slenderman in some way beyond being prey. The most effective would be straight-up physical violence. Jeff doesn't understand emotional cues, and he hardly respects verbal boundaries. A fist to the gut, though? He understands that well. It'll make him think twice.

Overall, things would need to be toxic on toxic.

Homicidal Liu

Hardly as volatile as his brother, Liu is probably the closest you'll get to a "normal" relationship

While he holds a lot of insecurities about his appearance, he has much more room to interact with others in the real world than some of his companions do. He doesn't have a particular preference for who or what you are. If you're under Slender's control, that makes things easier. But, he's just as willing (if only a little hesitant) to form relationships with people outside of the creature's sphere

In my characterization of Liu, he has a bit of a destructive need to be close to Jeff. Some of it stems from his desire to return to a normal life while other parts of it is because he feels a need to be treated poorly somehow. Either way, his agreement to Slender is purely out of a need to be closer to Jeff. For that reason, he doesn't really view the creature in as negative of a light as others. Liu might even encourage you to submit to Slender if you haven't already, though who knows how that might actually go for you.

A complete wannabe romantic. If he sets his eyes on you, he'll go about the motions in the hopes you'll like him back. On the good side, you'll get a couple of nice dates and a bouquet of your favorite flowers for any sort of special event. In the case you don't reciprocate the romantic feelings, however, that does nothing to deter him. He just needs to try harder and eventually he'll wear you down.

Liu doesn't see himself with anyone but you, and he hopes you feel the same. However, he's a bit more flexible if you aren't interested in being exclusive. He fears that denying you fully might turn your interests away from him, so, instead, he'll try to convince you that he's better than whoever else you set your eyes on.

Compared to others, Liu isn't particularly the strongest. He's killed, but he doesn't feel any great pleasure or disgust towards it. It's something he has to do to be near Jeff, that's all. So, he's not one to go straight to physically harming anyone who gets close to you-- that might upset you too. But, he is one hell of a gossip. Any possible dirt he has on the person in question, he'll tell you all about it, maybe even twist it to seem like they hurt him personally. At the end of the day, you love him, don't you? You wouldn't want him to get hurt again, right?

On the more fluffy side, he’s the most consistently affectionate compared to others. Physical affection and words of affection are the main ways he would show his love in a relationship.

He's most physically affectionate when taking you on a date. Holding your hand and kissing your cheek, he does everything the sweet, picture-perfect boyfriend might. Liu's also very willing to indulge whatever requests you have of him. Whatever you want, his arms are open-- literally. In public settings, he gets a bit shyer, a pink flush taking over his features as he reaches for your hand or hastily presses his lips to your own.

When it comes to words of affection, he's quite the poet, like an actual love poet. Is his poetry good? That's subjective. If you indulge him, he might slip a love note or two your way. Although, he was far from a straight-A student. You're pretty sure some of the big words he uses don't quite mean what he thinks, but the thought is generally there. Even if you don't indulge his poetry, he'll still let the words "I love you" fall in your direction alongside a slew of other compliments.

Sully

I don't imagine Sully fronts very much, but, when he does, it's usually for a decently long period of time. Because of this, Liu keeps a diary of sorts so that the other can be a little less disoriented when coming to the front. Sully begrudgingly respects the diary. He doesn't keep up with it like Liu and writes far less, but he keeps the important details in mind.

If you're Liu's partner, he's not too interested in you. Inevitably, he'll be curious at first upon reading about you, but, if you don't catch his interest, he'll move on just as quickly. In that case, you probably won't see him until he fronts again.

In the off chance that he does see you as more than some side character, that doesn't really change much. Just because you're Liu's partner and somehow attracted to their host body (even though Sully is doubtful to believe that), he doesn't just get free range on you. He'll hang around you a bit longer, maybe indulge in a conversation or two. If Sully's relationship with you does develop into something less passive, it would likely be purely sexual in nature.

In general, Sully is unlikely to pursue a romantic partner of his own-- especially if Liu already has a partner. For Sully, Liu's needs matter more than his own, so he gets the final say on romantic relationships. But, he's not incapable of experiencing romantic attraction for another person.

Unlike Liu, you'd have to be under Slender's control for Sully to even consider you. He admires powerful people, so, if you were a more experienced member, that would only be a bonus.

If he did let an actual relationship form between the two of you, it would probably be pretty loosely defined. He wouldn't call himself your boyfriend, but he would scoff if you didn't see him that way. With that, Sully wouldn't entirely mind you were with someone else-- as long as he found them worthy.

(I'm not decided on writing NSFW on this account yet, but there's something there... remind me)

That doesn't dissolve the possessiveness entirely. Sully would still feel like he has some say in your other partners if it's someone he doesn't like. Rather than take that disapproval out on you, he'll go right to the source, and he is not opposed to violence.

In terms of affection in a relationship, Sully is a lot like Jeff in most ways. He's not a fan of initiating softer forms of affection. You would have to be dying in his arms to get him to hug you and most kisses would need to be initiated by you (it's not like he minds, though).

Sully's most valuable asset is his time. When he's fronting, he gets no more than one or two months to get everything done. So, if he chooses to spend his time with you, you better appreciate it. Even if you don't, that might not stop him if he's in deep enough.

Liu would probably be similarly indifferent to Sully's partner whenever he fronts again. He takes a bit more time to get to know you, Sully writing much less about you than Liu would, but he certainly wouldn't grow more fond of you than that.

Ticci Toby

Truly a rollercoaster of a man.

Toby is damn near infatuated with Slender, seeing it as something of a savior to him. Whether you feel entirely the same is irrelevant, you would have to be another proxy. Toby is often trapped in his own mind, not really too observant of things he doesn't need to be. So, you would need to be someone who's a bit more relevant in his life than just an occasional mission-buddy.

Surprise, surprise, Toby struggles with authority. He hates when people have power over him and he knows it (*cough* Tim *cough*). He'll fight any order quite fervently whether that be by outright defying it or just doing something his own way instead. At the same time, he feels the innate urge to be validated for his efforts and garner respect from the very same authority figure. Shockingly, he finds himself gravitated to someone who's been around a bit longer than himself.

You would have to be the one to establish any clear boundaries or definitions in a relationship. Once Toby thinks something, that tends to become his version of fact. He thinks you two are partners? You are. No need to inform you of that, you must already know.

Toby is incredibly insecure in himself. As a result, everyone is a threat to his relationship with you. Anyone could swipe you away if he's not watching carefully enough, so he's on high alert around others-- whether you want him to be or not. At the best of times, he can keep his mouth shut. But, at his worst, he sics himself on others like an untrained guard dog. The offense in question? Causing you to smile in a conversation.

This sort of variety tends to describe most of your relationship. Sometimes, he fails to see any of your flaws, pining any issues he has on either himself or others. Other times, everything is your fault to the point he almost despises you. Those times don't equate to necessarily him distancing himself. Rather, he takes increasingly more frustrating means to get you to change for him. You love him, don't you?

Toby doesn't know much about relationships apart from the stereotypical and heteronormative examples he saw as a child. Regardless of your gender, he tends to think of himself as the "dominating man" of the relationship. Despite that, he tends to be weak to you. It's not the hardest to knock him down a peg or two, depending on his mental state.

His most likely forms of affection are in gifts and acts of service. He's not exactly an artist, but he likes to think he is as he combines various rocks, sticks, and acorns together into some atrocity for you. Almost like a courting bird, he most prefers giving you the pretty or shiny objects he can find throughout the woods. As for his acts of service, those go back to his desire for you to be proud of him. Doing things for you is a natural way for him to achieve that, no matter how ridiculous or damaging your request might be. This aspect of his is almost too easy to exploit.

Toby is very awkward with physical affection. Being around you heightens his nerves and, in turn, his tics. He worries that he'll jab you too hard with his elbow or accidentally smack you with an involuntary hand flick. So, he stays close but never too close: hovering is the best way to describe it. Toby exists near you like a presence, just a few feet away and fiddling with his hands as he waits for you.

Words of affection are also difficult for him for similar reasons. He despises the way his voice comes out cut and stuttered and saying such big things like "I love you" takes a lot of effort out of him. On that note, he can be quite the talker once you two get closer. When he's comfortable around people, he likes to tell them about his interests in long, rambling ways with a little glimmer in his eyes. It's almost comical how easily you can initiate such word vomit from him.

Eyeless Jack

EJ has been a personal fav of mine for many years now.

While I'm an absolute sucker for the beauty and the beast trope with this guy, I think a relationship with someone else under Slender's control is most likely. Despite that, he would definitely be more likely to fall in love with a more human member than another supernatural one. Jack craves nothing more than the nostalgia and familiarity of humanity, so, if a human partner is the closest he can get, then so be it.

A relationship with Jack is beyond a slowburn. He wouldn't admit feelings for you even if it killed him. Jack despises who he is and thinks that every nice thing around him should feel the same. For that reason, it would take you to be the catalyst for the relationship. Good luck doing that though when Jack starts avoiding you like the plague, a pretty common occurrence. Even if you do voice the thoughts for him, he might still hide in the hopes you'll forget them.

Once in a relationship, he's the most likely to make it clear that he wants you two to be exclusive. While I tend to hesitate on making his more demonic traits too animalistic, I think it's reasonable to suggest that he has quite the strong nose. You have a scent, perhaps even one beyond whatever hygiene products you wear, and so does everyone else. If you don't smell like, well, you, it unsettles him in a certain way. That's his reasoning, at least.

In reality, he's more possessive than he lets on. To an extent, it's not a complete ruse on his part. He does truly believe the things that he asks of you are because his demonic nature makes the alternative impossible. It would be a lie to say there isn't some almost inexplicable mental gymnastics to get to that point, however. He can handle you having platonic relationships with others, no matter how much he feels his hands twitch unpleasantly at the thought. Jack struggles to fully commit to making you "all his" given that he doesn't think he deserves anything.

Expanding on his self-hatred a bit further, Jack is most vocal about these feelings with you. The sheer amount of time it took for the two of you to get together allowed for the establishment of more than enough trust on his part. He'll rarely dump it all at once. Instead, he makes comments here and there about hating certain features of his, or, if that's too much, he'll look so obviously sad about it. The reassurances feel cute, almost more domestic than you expected... at first.

Jack doesn't actively seek praise or compliments from others. If anything, he tries to practically disappear in most social settings. So, to have someone reaffirm him so readily, it's almost intoxicating. It would be a lie to say he doesn't fish for compliments on occasion, highlighting some insecurity of his to an unnecessary degree in the hopes you'll dote on him over him. Honestly, you might have swayed his worries on the issue entirely, but he'll be damned if he doesn't hear you say it again and again and again.

Acts of service and quality time are his go to forms of affection. Jack is guilty of hovering even more so than Toby is. If you're doing something, he's willing to help with whatever it is (there's very little he can't do) or at least linger around you if you don't want the help. When you're not busy, he still likes to linger near even if you two are doing separate things. Another heightened sense of his is hearing, so he basks in the quiet. As his partner, hearing you is a big comfort to him, even if it's just your soft breaths.

As is customary now, Jack doesn't think he's deserving of physical affection even though he craves it. He's shockingly strong willed and won't initiate anything unless you specifically instruct him to. He's most partial to being held by you, but is willing and happy to act as your personal pillow if need be. Sometimes, he can be a bit too cautious with his expressions of physical affection. Between his claws, his strength, and the inhuman black substance that drips from his eye sockets, he's a big fan of hover hands.

For words of affection, Jack is not a talker whatsoever. Despite his transparency on his insecurities, it flusters him greatly to share how he truly feels about you. He can only bring himself to say he loves you when he's sure you're deep asleep. Regardless, he'll manage to throw around an occasional compliment or two. Usually, it's uttered painstakingly quiet and you'd be lucky if he ever actually repeated it for you to hear better.

I fear there is some favoritism between these characters and I need to write more asshole EJ hcs.

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bloodblanks · 5 months ago

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masterlist — creepypasta + marble hornets

characters: eyeless jack, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

all works are reader insert [character x fem reader]

author's note: dead dove: do not eat. the following works may contain dark, explicit content, including rape/non-con, dub-con, stockholm syndrome, ‘yandere’ tropes, abuse, death, violence, and similar themes.

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creepypasta boyfriend quiz

eyeless jack

tili tili bom | one | two | three

a field of red spider lilies | one | two | three | final

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

hoodie / brian thomas

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

masky / timothy ‘tim’ wright

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

ticci toby / tobias erin ‘toby’ rogers

pumpkin head | one

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

jeff the killer / jeffrey woods

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

ben drowned

30 frames per second | one

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

slenderman / the operator

feverish and faint

first encounter

when you’re sad

punishment

kinks

miscellaneous work

creepypasta pet headcanons

creepypasta video game headcanons

creepypasta pet name headcanons

creepypasta height headcanons

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intimidating-fettuccine · 1 year ago

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What drew some of them to you as yanderes

For Toby, it was your kindness. Toby in general has always wanted someone to fully accept him, but that is multiplied tenfold when he's a yandere. I think you two probably started out as friends, maybe naturally, or maybe he spotted you being especially kind in a park one day and orchestrated your entire friendship from the beginning. Regardless, once Toby spots you and decides you're the kind, loving individual he's been searching for, there's no getting away from him. He's the only one deserving of your kindness, and he'll make sure you understand that if it's the last thing he does. Even when he has to show you repeated unkindness in locking you away, injuring you on a regular basis, it's for your own good, and one day you'll understand that.

For Jeff, it was how docile you were. Yandere Jeff strives to constantly be in control of you and everything around you, and after witnessing you being particularly docile, regardless of the situation, his mind convinced him that he could do it, he could control you easily. Regardless of whether that is true or not, Jeff is one of the fastest moving creeps when it comes to abducting you as he moves on impulse, and you'll be in his clutches whether you'll be nice and docile for him or not. Unfortunately, it's not like it matters how you behave, as his control and anger issues can hardly ever be toned down or stopped, but you can certainly try your best to make life more bearable.

For Slender, on the opposite side, it was how confident you were. Slender wants a darling that can be conditioned into behaving, but also still retains a backbone. He doesn't want your spirit to wear down, no, he wants a fighter, someone to push back so he has a reason to constantly remind you of your place and the fact that it's below him. Whether it was how kind and excitable to those around you that you were, or how strong and resilient you appeared, the fact that you were clearly confident in who you are as a person drew him right into you. Of course, ever the master manipulator, Slender has no qualms in turning the tables in his favor and getting you to be his. He just hopes you'll put up a good enough fight while he does so, so make sure to keep him entertained.

For Helen, it was how strongly you shined in his eyes. Helen is the most reverent as a yandere, viewing you as a God he has to praise, rather than a human being he's keeping locked away. Everything about you just seems so holy to him, so absolutely perfect, so beautifully made, and something like that has to be protected. You're so precious and delicate, you have to be hidden away from the outside world so nothing can sully you or taint you. It's up to him as the only person who understands your true worth to keep you locked away and safe, where he can praise you every day and make sure that beautiful shine of yours never fades away.

For BEN, it was how entertaining you are. When BEN decides to lock you away and hold you prisoner to himself, he does so because he finds you so inexplicably entertaining. No matter how you react, no matter what you do, he just finds so much enjoyment and entertainment in every single thing you do. It doesn't matter if you hate him or if you love him, or if you decide to just ignore him altogether, he just can't stop getting a laugh out of the whole situation. He supposes he'll just have to keep you all to himself forever, that way he never has to miss out on any of those absolutely adorable reactions of yours when he holds you prisoner, when he destroys anything you once held dear, when he puts anyone interfering with him holding onto you in harm's way. You're just so cute it's laughable.

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 7 months ago

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Paid Internship (Part 2)(Prison AU)

Author's Note: This is a Prison AU that the viewers of my blog seem to be pretty fond of. The main focuses for the romance parts will differ depending on the part. The reader is gender neutral and uses She/He stuff, but sometimes depending on what's going on I'll use stuff like Tits. Also, Sully will be in the fic, but I won't use his name. Pay attention to how Liu talks.

Author's Note 2: If you wanna be tagged for part three, leave a comment, or reblog.

Series Summary: Welcome to your paid internship at Roosevelt Federal Prison. After being seen for your potential and skills by your instructor at the Academy, he decided to give you opportunity of working in the US' most dangerous prison despite the disapproval and rejection from the higher ups. However, due to miscommunication and faulty paperwork, you're gonna up working with some of America's most danger serial killers for the semester.

Warnings: Implied Non-con, Murder, Lying, Deception, Descriptions of crimes, Perversion, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Gore, Sadism, Violence, Implied Nudity, Mocking, Humilation, Threats, Mood Swings, PTSD, Alcohol, Mental Illness, Dealings, Attempted Murder, Cursing, Sleep Deprived Workers, Stress, Agression, and More. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Links: {Part 1} {Masterlist} {Series Concept}

"Oh god, what would Gibbons think of me if he saw me doing this," You said, rubbing you eyes as you stood infront of the door separating you from the inmates.

Liu didn't even tell you what Jeff stole from him, for all you know this could be some sick set up to get you hurt. However, you were slowly growing desperate. Toby's implication that Abbie Grace was still alive was filling you up with concern, she could be alive and out there, terrified, alone, probably hurt. Liu promised to tell you what he knew about Abbie if you gave him whatever Jeff stole.

Getting into solitary wasn't going to be easy. When you were first brought in, you saw a large line of men running into the ward. Based on this, your best assumption was that mostly security personnel were allowed in the ward, and if officers were let in, it was most likely with some kind of clearance. (A clearance you didn't have.)

"Ok Y/N, think, think. What are the pros of doing this... you get info from Liu, but he's already on your roster, meaning you'll be interviewing him some time down the road. But, he seems stubborn, so he won't tell me anything easily. You get to explore solitary! But, there's an extremely high risk that you'll get caught, expelled from the academy, fired from your internship, and most likely get charges placed against you."

You almost took back the deal. Almost.

"But if you don't fuck up, if you do everything right, if you solve this case, you'll be legend. You'll...get praise from Gibbons, from mom, from...," You paused, looking up with a shine in your eyes. "From...dad. I'm doing this."

Walking away from the inmates quarters, you made your way back to the little office Mandel assigned you. Closing the door as you entered, you looked at the little map posted up against the wall, looking for any security storage rooms.

Your plan may seem crazy, but it could work. Your plan was to somehow sneak into a security room, put on a uniform, grab some gear, find a keycard, and get into solitary. You'd be lucky if you even found the security room. The map was hard to understand, nothing was written in words, instead they used symbols as labels for rooms. You assumed that the orange coat for a symbol for some kind of inmate section.

"What would a symbol for the security room look like?" You asked yourself as you looked at the map.

Suddenly, you flinched at the sound of knocking coming from your door.

"INTERN! YOU IN THERE?" A masculine voice yelled from the other side.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door. You couldn't but admit that you were a little on edge. What if they caught you sneaking into the inmate quarters through the cameras (But now do you think about it, where there any cameras to begin with?). That idea sent you into a panic, but you did your best to keep a neutral composure.

Opening the door, you were greeted by a large man. If you had the guess, he was probably was around 6'3, 6'4. You didn't take note of his appearance however, because you were more distracted by the large gun in his hand, and the large word "SECURITY" written on his chest.

"Um, can I help you?"

"Do you have a TV in here? We're checking all offices and rooms."

"...Yeah, why you ask?"

Without saying another word, the man pushed you to the side and grabbed the large TV from the corner.

"Hey! Dude! I need that," You stated, Marching towards the man as he lifted up the TV.

"Don't know if you got the news, intern, but any technology is strictly forbidden on prison grounds."

"...A prison...with no tech? How the hell is this legal, hell, how is this safe?"

The guard didn't say another word, walking off with the TV as you chased after him.

"If it's not allowed, why did I get it in the first place, hm?"

"From some dumbass I bet. Now, leave me alone; I have more bullshit I gotta deal with for the night."

Giving up on trying to get information from the security guard, you watched as he walked off into the distance. But, what he failed to notice was the fact that you were able to steal his keycard from his pocket. One of you cousins was a notorious thief back where you grew up, and he taught you a thing or two about pickpocketing.

"Never knew that dumbass' methods would work," You joked to yourself before quickly making your way to your office.

Opening the door, you took one last look at the map. After a few seconds of quick skimming, you saw the security room wasn't too far from the inmates quarters. It was a few doors down from the entrance to solitary, a pretty smart and convenient spot to hold the room.

Doing a quick check of your surroundings, you locked the door to your office and casually made your way to the security desk. You learned from when you snuck into the inmates' quarters. Even though you were an intern, looking scared and nervous drew attention, making you look suspicious, but if you kept a casual and calm expression, no one would suspect a thing!

"Just stay calm. Stay. Calm," You mumbled to yourself as you used the stolen keycard to open the door leading to the office area you saw when you first walked into the pasta section of the prison.

Taking a left, you did another skim of your surroundings before opening the security door and quietly making your way in. However, the first thing you were met with was the strong smell of sweat and iron.

"Shit...it smells like a high school locker room," You groaned as you pinched your nose. "Jesus...never heard of deodorant."

The security room was set up like a locker room. A few random uniforms were hanged against the wall with various numbers indicating their sizes placed above them. Some were hanged neatly, while others looked like they were placed in a rush. On the opposite side of the room, locked up in a glass container, where various guns, cuffs, shields, and batons. Even though the weapons were placed behind, hopefully, bullet proof glass, you couldn't help but feel like the glass wasn't going to prevent anything from being stolen. One thing you didn't notice at first was how dim the lighting in the room was. It wasn't so dark you couldn't see, but it was dark enough for some things to be barley noticeable. The last thing you cared enough to note was on the wall directly infront of you, a few lockers had their locks still open, meaning either someone was going to be back soon to get something, or someone forgot to close it, either way, you didn't want to stay long enough to find out.

Grabbing the uniform that looked like it would fit you best, you quickly changed into the security uniform. Looking at yourself in the mirror, the uniform was practically riot gear. Using the keycard to open the glass, you grabbed one of the guns from off the wall.

Walking out of the room, you took a deep breath before quickly making your way to solitary.

Opening the door, you instantly felt a shift in the atmosphere. Outside of solitary, there was always some kind of noise. May it be the sound of people walking, the noise the lights made, or just random white noise, there was always something. But here, here it was dead quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. For some reason, you felt terrified to even make a single noise, to take a single step, hell, to even take a single breath. You felt regret hit you like a bus, you could feel your body begging you to go back, to take off the uniform, to figure out Abby'a case without Liu's advice, to do anything but fucking continue in solitary, but the idea of getting praise from Gibbons for solving such a hard cause, the idea of making your parents proud, the idea to prove to everyone at the Academy that you were capable of handling this internship blinded you from your body's judgment. So, as if your body went on autopilot, you started your journey down the halls.

The sound of the heavy boots of the uniform echoed throughout the hallway. Solitary was very bright and clean, walls perfectly white, and the lights lacked the ugly yellow tint the other parts of the prison had. It was such a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the prison. Not only that, but you haven't seen a single prisoner yet. All the rooms you walked past were either empty or locked, none of them had a single sign of life in there. So, it left you wondering, was anyone even supervising the prisoners? None of the rooms were labeled, none of them. No signs telling you were to go, nothing. So, if someone found you wondering around like a duckling without its mother, you'd be caught red handed.

"Hey! You!"

Flinching at the loud and sudden noise, you slowly turned around as you saw a woman dressed as a nurse power walking towards you.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to dealing with Jeffery."

"Jeffery?"

"Yes! Ever since he's came back from his interview with that intern he's been out of control. He bit a chunk out of Elisa's arm when she tried to give him his medication. And his behavior starting to get...Ben relied up, and we can't have that! I refuse to deal with that fucking freak again."

"Oh shit... Where's Jeffery right now?"

"In his room left of here, just follow the noise."

"Ok."

"Thanks. Now I have to deal with a few injured prisoners in the normal section, have Goosemen radio me if things get bad."

As the nurse walked off, or more so ran off, you quickly took a left and followed the faint noise of screams and laughter.

What you saw made a chill go down your spine.

Jeff was running around his room with three security personnel chasing him as a nurse yelled for Jeff to calm down. Unlike earlier, Jeff's mouth was bleeding, his shirt tied around his waist as he ran around, revealing the fresh scratches all around his arm and chest, and for a quick second, you saw the flash of something shiny on his back.

"Jeffery! Please sit down and take you medicine! Afterwards you'll be left alone for the night, ok!?" The nurse yelled as she waved a bottle a pill in the air. "We've been at this for hours...tasers don't work, pepper spray don't work, and we can't shoot him nor use fear..."

"Is this common?" You asked, catching the nurse's attention.

"When he first got here it was, but he hasn't acted like this in years. Even when he didn't take his medicine, he wouldn't act like this."

"Maybe he's getting bored," A guard commented, causing the nurse to nod her head in consideration.

"Maybe, or maybe it was that intern. I don't know what happened when they spoke, but maybe they said something to cause him to act like this," The nurse said, a look of annoyance written on her face.

The nurse's statement made your blood run cold. After all the events that happened in the past few hours, you were starting to accept the fact you weren't the most liked by the staff.

"What did I even do?" You thought, a look of hurt and confusion in your eyes. "They don't even know what I look like!"

"I'm going to talk to Mandel about getting them off this case, or even out of this section in general. I don't know what Gibbons sees in them, but things where running as smoothly as they can run until they showed up, and now all the prisoners are acting up."

"Fresh meat," The guard added, causing the nurse to chuckle.

"Fresh meat in deed, sharks they are."

"Hey, it's their first day, give the kid some slack. Once the prisoners get used to their presence they'll simmer down," You said, shifting your gaze over to the various cells in the hallway.

"I hope you're right."

As you looked at the various cells, one cell in particular stood out. It was at the very end of the hallway, the light right above it flickering rapidly. Not only was it locked with a different kind of door, instead having the ones with a simple hole with a few metal bars to peek through and a small hole to slide food in, the entire thing was closed, no one could peek in or out. It was also kept shut with a wheel, and alongside the wheel was a bunch of chains, each tie holding a different lock. Whatever the hell was in there, nobody wanted it getting out.

Suddenly, the sound of a large thump drew your attention away from the door. Lying down on the floor, Jeff was being pinned down by the three guards that were chasing him previously.

"Ugh...I'm tired," Jeff said as he let out a yawn.

Taking out the knife from the back of Jeff's waistband, one of the guards slide it over to the guard you were talking to prior, who then placed it in a zip lock bag.

"OK Jeff, just take these and we'll be done," The nurse said softly, trying her best to hide her agitation.

Based on the nurse's appearance, she was exhausted, not only physically, but mentally as well. Her eyes had dark purple bags, her hair was a mess, and her uniform as practically in shambles.

"Fine," Jeff mumbled before swallowing the two pills.

"Finally," The nurse said under her breath. "OK boys, get out."

As everyone cleared out the room, you made sure to be the very last person to leave. Once everyone turned the corner, you quickly made your way back to Jeff's cell. Peeking through the small section of bars, you watched as Jeff spat out the pills he just "swallowed."

"Airheaded bitch," Jeff joked as he let out a chuckle.

"Jeff," You whisper-yelled, causing Jeff to turn his head.

"Awww, you missed me," Jeff teased before making his ways to the bars.

"No. You got something of Liu's, give it."

"Took him long enough."

"Huh?"

"I took that idiot's scarf a week ago and now he wants it back? Is he slow?"

Walking over to his bed, Jeff lifted up the mattress and pulled out a black and grey scarf.

"Here, and tell him that he owes me big time," Jeff said before hitting the door two times, causing the sound to echo throughout the halls.

"Ok."

As you walked off, you heard Jeff burst into laughter.

"How crazy is he?" You thought.

Howver, you froze in your tracks at the sound of chains hitting the floor. Turning around ever so slowly, you saw a pile of chains and locks sitting infront of the door at the end of the hall.

You knew not to go knew it, your brain was sending you all the alarms.

"Leave it be," "Go back," "It has nothing to do with you."

Those words rung in your head over and over again, but your body started to move on its own. It was as if the door had a magnetic field to it that caused you to get closer and closer, your mind was begging for you to go back, but your body was consumed with curiosity.

Every day you wish you never took a step near that fucking door.

Picking up the chains, you examined the material. Pretty standard chains, amazing quality, but still standard.

As you looked up at the door, you felt your mind begin to fog up. As if you were a puppet on strings, your hands reached towards the wheel, and before you could process what was happening, the door was already open.

There was a single light bulb in the room, dangling from the ceiling. As the light bulb flashed, you could make out the figure of someone tied to a chair. However, the moment your body took a step into the room, closing the door behind you, the lights stilled, and you could control your body once more.

"What...?" You said, turning behind you.

Sitting in the chair was a man, couldn't be older than 25. His head was facing the floor, his blonde hair hiding his features, but it couldn't hide his pointed ears. Heavy chains were keeping him bound to the chair. There was no bed, no sink, no toilet, no trays, nothing. The room was completely bare, the only things taking up space was you, the chair, and him.

As if he could sense your fear, the man slowly lifted his head, his head remaining tilted to side as he looked at you. His bright green eyes bored into your soul. The chill that went down your spine was indescribable. And that smile. It was something you could never forget. The dilated pupils, his wide, sinister smile, and the crazed look on his face. It still gives you nightmares.

"What...are you."

You didn't even think about your words. Whoever he was, he wasn't human.

CRACK!

You flinched as the sound of chains hit the floor once more. He broke off his chains.

Gibbons never trained you for a situation like this, saying that they would teach you once you got a job in a prison. So, all you could do was stare, pushing yourself as far back against the wall as you could.

As he made his way towards you, you felt your life flash before your eyes. The only thing you could think about was never being able to show your parents your certificate from the academy, how they'd never see you walk across the stage, and the sight of them seeing you body in a casket.

As he stared down at you, all you could do was cry. But then, all you heard was...

Laughter?

Looking up, all you saw was him throwing his head back in laughter, clapping his hands as he did.

"YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!" The man yelled as he sat down in front of you, holding his stomach.

All fear you had was traded with confusion.

"...What?"

"You're, you're that intern, right?"

"Uh, no?"

"Liar," The man said before booking your nose. "You're hot for an intern."

"..."

Standing up, the man reached his hand out towards you. "Name's Ben."

You swore you had heard that name before, but you couldn't place your hands on where.

Taking his hand, Ben pulled you up with a suprising amount of strength. Due to the how hard he pulled you, you ended up stumbling into his arms, causing his to wrap his arms around your waist.

You knew better than to think this, but you couldn't ignore how attractive, or more so how cute he was. Despite being in prison, his hair was relatively neat, and his smile and freckles were adorable.

If only you knew...

"I, uh... I didn't mean to come in here."

"I know!"

"...How?"

"You got a phone in your, left, no, right back pocket, along with a keycard that you stole," Ben said before leaning in, a teasing but flirtous look in his eyes, "Pretty illegal Little Miss/Mr. Intern."

Oh my god you could die right now. You were never one to fall so easily for someone's advances, but the way he spoke, the look in his eyes, and the way his arms wrapped around your waist made you melt.

"Can I see your phone?"

"O-Ok."

You didn't even think twice.

What was he doing to you? You were always reasonable, you rarely allowed yourself to fall into such emotions.

It didn't matter how he made you feel or react, he's a criminal, and if his room was this this locked up, that meant he was dangerous from the rest. Despite how fogged up your mind was, that was the one thing that you could think straightly about.

While you were distracted by your conflicting emotions, Ben was quickly slipped your phone into the pockets of his pants.

"Why don't we take this off," Ben said before pulling the helmet off your head.

Now that he had a good look at your face, Ben could feel his smile only growing wider. Thoughts raced through his head as he looked at you.

Disgusting.

Suddenly, he kissed you. You wanted to push him away, tell him that you couldn't put this opportunity at risk, but you just couldn't. Instead, you leaned into it, your body moving on its own.

"No, no we can't...I can't lose this," You said as you pulled away from the kiss.

"No one's going go find out " Ben responded, pulling you closer. "No one comes in here anyways."

You shouldn't believe his words, he's a criminal, you know better. Don't let every Gibbons taught you be all for nothing.

"...ok."

As Ben kissed you again, much rougher this time, you felt your mind go blank. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, his hands taking off the guard uniform, your hands made their way under his shirt.

Stop. Stop now. Go back. Leave.

The two of you then sunk to the floor, you straddling his hips as he gripped your hair.

As his hands pulled down your pants, you felt as if none of this mattered. The internship you worked months to get. It just, didn't matter anymore. Your mind was blank.

The room then went black, the only thing you could see was his eyes. All you could feel was his hands roaming your body touching every last bit of you. All you could remember was you straddling his lap, one of his hands holding your arms back as his other gripped your hair, forcing you into a kiss. You felt everything. And it all felt sooooo...painfully good.

"M-Mh fuck baby~ I ain't ever gonna stop..."

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You never hated yourself more.

The entire event was a blur. Your mind and body weren't even on the same page, hell, they weren't even reading the same book. You didn't even feel like yourself during the whole endevour, it felt as if someone was wearing your skin, acting as you while you watched from the outside.

You had the power to stop it, you were an officer afterall. But the look he gave you, the touches, the words of reassurance, it was all intoxicating and so painfully mind numbing.

Did you even want it? You didn't even know. Moments before, when you felt in control of yourself, all you could feel was fear. He wasn't safe, he wanted to hurt you, but why didn't he? You were right there.

You didn't want to see him again, not at all. He was fucking with your head. You can't trust him, but anytime he's around it's as if all logic and sense leaves your body. You were completely at his will and he barely had to try.

But, something about him made him addicting. The way he's making you feel isn't normal, the way you so blindly opened the door wasn't normal, the patchy memories weren't normal. HE WASN'T NORMAL. He's doing this to you, but how?

"Y/N!"

Shooting up, you were no longer in solitary, but instead you were back in your office. Liu's scarf was placed neatly on you lap, and on your desk was you phone.

Standing at the desk was a very tired, but concerned Mandel.

"Ma'am?"

"I came in to check on you two hours ago, but you weren't here. Came back an hour ago, still not here. Came back five minutes ago, still not here. But when I come back now, FAST ASLEEP. Where. Were. You."

"...I was...I... I was trying to get my TV back from a guard..."

"One, for two hours? And two, who gave you one to begin with?"

"Um...Yeah, and I don't know..." "...Ugh...Wait, why the hell do you have a phone?" "Why wouldn't I?"

"Our prison doesn't allow tech due to a certain inmate."

"Why?" You asked, your blood going cold.

"He's able to control any kind of technology in a twenty-five mile radius. He's able to travel from tech to tech, he's one of our nonhuman inmates."

"What is he?"

Mandel looked around in the hallway before fully entering the room.

"We're not allowed to talk about him...but I'll tell you," Mandel said before taking a seat in front of you. "I won't say names, but he's a ghost. He was sacraficed by a cult, and came back as a vengeful spirt. He died relatively young based off what he told us, but he seems to be aging even as ghost. The longer we keep him, the harder it is to keep him under control. Not only that, but he's getting stronger too."

"...Will I be interacting with him at all?"

"What?! No! Are you crazy? You may be handling the Abbie Grace case, but he is far too dangerous for you. He's already on death row, Y/N, have you noticed that no one else is despite their crimes? I want you to focus on this case and nothing else. I don't want you interacting with inmates outside of the ones I assign you," Mandel said before leaning into your face, her eyes glaring into yours. "And I'll know if you do."

"...Y-Yes ma'am."

Picking up a file on the table, Mandel skimmed through the folder before speaking to you. "How did Toby's interview go?"

"Ma'am, have any of you guys thought of the possibility that Abbie still might be alive?"

Mandel's posture immediately straightened as she looked up at you, the atmosphere of the room changing into a more serious tone. Lowering the file, Mandel spoke, "What happened?"

"Getting Tobias to talk was a challenge. He kept teasing and refused to corporate. I asked him a few questions just to get a rough idea on his personality and patterns, just to get to know him better," You replied, sitting up straight as you played with the hair tie that was wrapped around your wrist. "When I bought up Jeff he finally started talking. Gibbons taught me to look into the way someone spoke, and when Tobias was talking about Abbie, he was talking about her in the present tense. When I asked him if she was dead, he said that he never said she wasn't."

Mandel's eyes widened in shock after you spoke. You neve saw Mandel so expressive due to her face being caught in constant exhaustion. "Never... We never found her body so we assumed she was dead. But, I'm not sure if we can take his word for it."

"How so?"

"He may not look like it, but Toby is a pretty good liar, anything he says we take with a grain of salt."

"Who else if involved in the case?"

"Jeff, Toby, and this Boss character from what we know."

"What if we get someone besides Toby to tell us if she's dead or not?"

"Hm... Jeff might, but his awnsers really depends on his mood."

"What about this Boss guy?"

"Here's the thing, we don't know who he is."

"What? What do you mean?"

"We've caught every pasta we know of, except for the guy they call Boss. But, there's also the possibility that the Boss isn't just one guy. Based off what we know about the proxies, one of their bosses is a man known as Slenderman, but we don't even know if he's real. He's only a legend, there's no picture of him, nor has he committed any acts himself. But, when Timothy and Brian first got here, they heavily implied that there way another boss. They didn't say any names, but that's what they implied. We also don't know if they're all working for the same boss. When Jeff calls someone the Boss, he can be talking about a completely different person than Toby," Mandel stated before hiding her face in her hands. "This case in so confusing..."

"Tell me about it," You said before looking up at Mandel. "So, what should we do?"

"Hm?"

"I mean, if Toby's right, this changes how we'll go about the case. It wouldn't be a murder case anymore but instead a missing person's."

"How we'll go about it isn't much of your concern. As you have interviews with the suspects, we're also having interviews with them as well, just to compare and contrast statements and behaviors. Keep in mind, you're still in training, and this is an internship afterall. Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I knowww, but this is such an exciting experience! I've been trusted to work with the worst criminals in the country, it's truly an honor."

"It's an honor til your working 22 hour shifts," Mandel stated bluntly before opening a redbull that she pulled out of her pockets. "I'm going to leave you to your devices."

"Is their anything you want me to do in particular?"

"Hmmm... Ask Chief Salloum for some evidence we collected on Abbie's case, I want you to look into and see if there's one, any clues on where she can be if she's still alive, and two, just look for anything you think is important. In the mean time, I'll try to get you an interview with Jeffery by the end of the week."

"OK Ma'am. Also, um, where can I find Chief Salloum?'

"Salloum is next to Banklin's Office. Salloum is leading the investigation while Banklin is handling the officers, he might have some information, but I'm not entirely sure," Mandel stated as she opened the door, "Good luck, Kiddo."

As the door closes after Mandel, you didn't even notice how long you were holding your breath for. What Mandel said about this ghost inmate really sent your mind into a frenzy. Whoever he was, they clearly wanted to keep him a secret.

"OK. Should I meet up with Liu or Salloum?" You asked yourself as you looked down at Liu's scarf.

After interacting wuth the Woods brothers, you couldn't help but notice how different they were from each other. Jeff was loud, perverted, sadistic, playful, and emotional, while Liu was more quiet and reserved, but his behavior was flipping. When you first met Liu, he was playful and painfully teasing, but when you met with him again at the cells, he was quiet and acted like he didn't want to speak with you at all. To be honest, you didn't know what was scarier, Jeff's weird unapologetic personality, or Liu's bipolar one.

"Liu."

Standing up from your desk, you wasted no time as you made your way back to the inmate quarters.

Checking the time in your phone, you noticed that it was 2AM. When you got here with Gibbons, it was around 6 or 7, and based on the waiver and contract Gibbons had you sign, you wouldn't be let out til 7AM.

As you walked towards the door of the quarters, you flinched at the sound of banging on the glass. Turning your head, you felt yourself ease up as you made eye contact with a pair of dark green eyes.

Raising up the scarf, you could feel Liu smile from beyond the glass. Liu's smile was different from everyone else's, it was soft, it was genuine.

Entering the quarters, Liu was waiting for you on the other side. Handing him the scarf, he stared at it for a bit before putting it on.

"Fucking asshole."

"Sorry it took so long, stuff came up."

Liu only glanced at you before rolling his eyes.

"This isn't even all of it," Liu said bluntly.

"What? This is all Jeff gave me. What else does he have"

"My gun."

"...oh... So uh, deals off?"

Liu didn't say another word as he grabbed your wrist, dragging you towards a cell.

"...ugh," A voice from the top bunk said.

Looking up, all you saw was the top half of Toby's body dangling from the top bunk.

"Are you drunk?" Liu asked honestly, poking at the man's face.

"Maybeeeee," Toby said before reaching out to Liu, making kissing noises as he did.

"Go to bed, Tobias," Liu said, pushing Toby's body back onto his bed. "Got any more?"

"Under the desk," Toby said as he face planted into his pillow.

Picking up the bottle, Liu sat down on the bed as he opened it. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything you know."

"Pretty vague to be honest."

"Alright then... What did you do to Abbie?"

"Even more vague."

"How?!"

"Cause I said so," Liu said before taking a sip of his alcohol, hiding his amusement as Toby giggled.

"He ain't telling you shit!" Toby yelled before bursting out into laughter.

"Shut up, Ticci," Liu said.

"Don't call me that," Toby slurred.

"Whatever."

"Enough! I don't have time for this. Where is Abbie?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know."

"I wasn't the last one to have her."

"Last one?! How many people was she with?"

"Too vague."

This man was going to be the death of you.

Groaning into your hands, you thought about your most important question.

"Is he awake?" You asked, pointing to Toby.

Peeking over the bunk, Toby was sound asleep, snoring into his pillow as he did.

"No."

"...Is Abbie Grace alive?"

That was the first time you saw a reaction from Liu. The best you could describe his face was stumped.

"Why you ask?"

"Just awnser the question."

Liu's face went back to his numb expression before glancing upwards.

Without saying another word, Liu nodded his head. That was all the conformation you needed.

"Where is she, Liu."

"I don't know, and this isn't an interview, so I have no obligation to anwser."

"How would you feel if I told the head of this side that you have a gun in your possession?"

"One, you don't even know who that is, two, I don't have it, Jeff does, and three, how would you feel if I told Mandel that not only did you sneak into here, did a favor for a prisoner, but you also slept with one as well?" Liu said, leaning in so close to your face that your noses were just barely touching. "That's pretty punishable."

You felt your blood run cold, and he could see it on your face.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Liu said before pushing himself against the wall. "Don't talk all big when your small, sweetie."

"How did you know..."

"Know what?"

"W-What you just said."

"I didn't say anything."

Both of you knew what he said; you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"Ooooo, what'll happen if Banklin finds out that the intern slept with dear old Benjamin...Intership go bye bye," Liu joked, waving his hand before laughing. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't. Secret safe."

You never thought you'd be blackmailed by a prisoner, but today was already full of surprises.

"Now, is that all, princess/princie?"

"...Yeah."

"Don't be so sad," Liu said before grabbing your face with his hands, his touch being painfully soft. "You're the only one."

You felt sick to your stomach.

Standing up as fast as you could, you quickly made your way out of the room; Liu's giggles echoing throughout the halls.

You were so dumb.

You were supposed to logical, practical, and you normally were, but ever since you stepped into to this hell hole it was as if a switch was flipped in your head. You would never be making these many mistakes. Gibbons would kill you if he found out, but you just wanted to make him proud, he's worked his ass off to get you here, you didn't want to waste it.

"What's wrong with me?"

"OW!"

You were so caught up in your train of thought that you failed to notice the man in front of you.

"Oh I, I'm sorry. Let me help you," You said, quickly bending down to help the man pick up his files.

Pushing up his glasses, the man revealed a soft smile.

"No no, it's ok. You're the intern, correct?"

"Um, yes!"

"What's your name, kiddo?" The man asked as he started to walk towards the offices.

"Y/N L/N, sir."

"Call me Salloum. I'm one of the leaders of the case we're having you look into. How is that going?"

"It's been a Rollercoaster to say the least."

Salloum pulled a key out of his pocket as he opened the door to his office. "Hm... How so?"

"I thought I had the case figured out. But, when I was interviewing Tobias he said something interesting. "

Sitting down at his desk, Salloum pulled out a small notebook as he leaned back into his chair, placing his feet on desk in the process. His tired, empty eyes stared into your young, stressed ones as he looked at you and his notebook. "I'm listening."

"He implied that Abbie Grace is still alive."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"He implied-"

"No I know I know! It's just. Fuck! How could we miss that, how could we overlook that? How could I overlook that?"

"Um, Salloum..."

"Not now kid, just. Ugh. Thank you for bring this to my attention, but I need you to leave now. There's a lot of stuff I need to get done."

"Yes, yes, of course, of course."

Once you got back to your office, all you did was sit down and think. It was all so overwhelming.

However, all you could feel were hands roaming all of your body as you zoned out entirely. Faded whispered slowly growing louder and louder as your body went limp.

You don't even know.

Such a good girl/boy you are.

You're mine now...

My perfect little whore.

You're so pathetic.

Stupid.

Dumbass.

Useless.

Useless..

Useless...

USELESS!

What did he do to you. It wasn't natural. You weren't in control. You were a puppet. He controlled you. But why? Why you? For what reason? Why does he have your phone? Should you tell Mandel? Why are you crying? Why are you shaking? Why is the world spinning?

BEN. The most dangerous inmate in the entire prison. His power: technological manipulation.

You were so stupid. Did you really forget, or did his control fog your mind? But if he did control you, how?

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed to go home for the night. Now. You needed to leave now. He couldn’t reach you if you left, right? He couldn't touch you again, he couldn’t control you again, he can't hurt you again if you leave. You'll come back tomorrow with a fresh mind and be ready for work. Yes. Yes. Just, leave.

"Miss," You said as you walked into Mandel's office.

"Yes?" Mandel responded, not looking up from her paperwork.

"I need to go home."

"What? Now? Your shift isn't even..."

As Mandel looked up at you, her words froze. You looked tired. Traumatized. Souless. You looked done.

"Kid what happen?" Mandel asked, standing up as she made your way towards you.

"I need to go home for the night."

"Look at me kid, what happened."

"...home... I want to go home," You stuttered out as you burst out into tears. "I'll be back tomorrow I promise but I need to go home."

Mandel just stared at you before nodding in approval. She got you an Uber and you were able to get a ride back to your dormitory at the Academy.

"Hey! You're back early, how'd it go?" Your roommate asked as you walked in.

However, you just walked past them, closing the door to your room as you plopped down onto your bed.

You were exhausted to say the least. You didn't even notice you fell asleep. But, for some reason you woke up in the middle of the night. You were still kind of sleepy so you weren't fully aware of your surroundings, but after some complicating of whether or not you should get out of bed, you slowly became aware to the sound of a TV.

Looking at your clock you saw that it was 4:45 AM.

"Lillian's never up this late," You grumbled as you stood up.

Your position on the bed was kind of awkward. Your upper body was laying on the bed while your legs dangled onto the floor.

"Lillian, can you turn it down please?" You asked as you rubbed your eyes, standing infront of your door as you faced the TV.

But, much to your suprise, no one was there. The TV was the only source of light in the entire room, and playing on it was just static.

"...I'm too tired for this," You mumbled before grabbing the remote.

But, the TV wouldn't turn off. No matter how many times you slammed down on the button the static would just continue.

"Are the batteries dead or something?" You asked yourself as you examined the remote.

In the back of your head you knew something was wrong. But, all you wanted was to get a normal night's rest and in the morning you could go back to work like nothing happened.

In what little time you were at the prison for you were able to deduce one thing. That place was full of secrets. Secrets that everyone knew but were never brave enough to discuss. Everyone you interacted with just held this vibe of uncertainty, anxiety, fear. It was like everyone knew that this place wasn't secure, and it didn't look like it either. What kind of prison doesn't have cameras? Or evenbetter, what kind of prison holds some of Americas most dangerous serial killers all in the same prison, in the block, knowing damn well that all of them are acquainted with one another.

If you were any other intern you would've just quit the moment this happened, but you were just any other intern. There was a reason on why there were here, a deeper reason. A reason that surpassed even government control. Maybe you were better off being a detective. Maybe you wouldn't be where you are now.

Rotting away. With Mom and Pa staring at you from the other side.

I should've quit.

"Nope, nothing wrong with the remote," You said before setting it back down. "Imma just put my headphones in."

But, as you turned around, you felt your blood run cold as you heard an all too familiar voice come from the TV.

"Baby~"

That glitchy, raunchy, mocking voice. You didn't dare turn around.

"Awwww, don't be scared."

Footsteps.

How? How the hell did he get here? How did he escape without anyone noticing?

Hands....hands. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as you leaned onto you. It felt as if he was towering over you.

"I ain't gonna hurt you," Ben said before placing something in your hand. "Just wanted to return this."

Your phone. A part of you just wanted to throw it out of your dorm window, something about it just didn't feel right, but, you stopped yourself. You didn't have the money to just buy a new one, and this was the only way you can communicate with your parents.

"How'd you get out...?" You asked.

"Oh, I'm not here. You see, I can travel a little bit of my soul to anywhere I want within my technological reach. I'm like a little hallucination while my body remains in my cell. I could come here right now if you want."

That voice. That feeling. Your world started spinning.

Not again.

"Have a little fun," Ben whispered, rubbing your arm as he talked. "We could do way more here than out there... You'll be fucking screaming."

Stop.

Your mind and body was fogged up. You couldn't think, you couldn't move.

But suddenly, you felt normal again. All of a sudden you came back to your senses and pushed him off you.

"No! I don't want any of this. Go back before I file a report that you escaped."

"What is that going to do? I can just report that you had sex with an inmate. That's pretty immoral, Y/N."

He wasn't wrong. But, Liu told you this wasn't the first time something like this happened, so maybe you'd have a chance at saving your career.

"I'm not the immoral one. Go. I don't want to see you again, you hear me?"

All he did was laugh. That glitchy, high pitched laugh...

"Loud and clear!"

You watched as Ben floated back into the TV, causing it to shut off completely.

Exhausted, you made your way back to your bed. As you laid down in your bed all you could think about was Abbie. Despite the Rollercoaster you had today all you could think about was her. She was out there somewhere. Sad, scared, alone. You had to look into it more tomorrow. You had to get a sit down with Toby and break him. Maybe you could look more into his file and figure out some weaknesses you could exploit. Out of everyone you talked to, he seemed like he'd be the most easy to crack. Jeff is too violent, trying to crack him would probably leave you with a cracked skull. Liu is way too unpredictable. Sometimes he's wacky, sometimes he's quiet, sometimes he's cold, sometimes he's compliant, sometimes he wants to just fuck with you point blank.

Plus, Toby was pretty interesting to talk to. A little manic, a little unhinged, but he had a surprising amount of life and personality to him. Charming? No. Chaotic and fun? Definitely. Maybe a talk with him can lighten up your mood. You still had to figure out how to talk to him. He was the inmate you wanted to have a bond with. An inmate who trusted you and would be honest with you. An inmate you could rely on.

You made up your mind. You were going to talk with Toby.

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"Feeling better, kid?" Mandel asked as you walked into her office.

"Much better," You said as you sat down in front of her. "Ma'am, I'd like to have a meeting with Toby today."

"Why?"

"I talked it over with Salloum and I'm pretty sure I got the go to dig into deeper."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

No you were not.

"OK, I'll have him ready by 10."

You knew lying to Mandel was going to bite you in the ass later, but you had to do what you had to do. Some of the best officers are considered the best because they did things differently, or at least that's what Gibbons taught you.

You spent the next three hours analyzing your interview with Toby. You analyzed his awnsers and behavior in order to come up with a solid approach.

You were able to come up with a series of questions that weren't too obvious in showing your motives. One thing you learned about Toby was that he was stubborn, and you had to navigate through that. Was it going to be easy, of course not! This man is the definition of a maniac.

Back to room 111.

You sat there anxiously as you heard footsteps slowly approaching.

"Don't make me regret this, don't make me regret this," You mumbled to yourself.

Rule number 1.

As the door opened, your breath hitched as you met the manic gaze of Tobias Erin Rogers. As he eagerly took a seat in front of you, you watched as the door closed behind you.

Now it was just you and Toby.

Always take what Toby says with a grain of salt.

"How are you doing Toby?" You asked, organizing your question paper as he talked.

"Pretty shitty *WOWIE* until I heard I was talking to you today," He said with grin on his face, leaning into the palm of his hand as he looked at you with admiration.

Hell, don't even consider it.

"That's good I suppose. Now, you want to get straight to it or would you like to talk about your night first?"

"...Straight to it."

No matter how believable he seems.

"OK, so."

Because he's always five steps ahead.

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tang3r1n · 1 year ago

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for @hystixia cause i just had a beautiful brain fart idea 💡

18+, dub/non con, breaking n entering, oral (m->f), jeff being gross, fingering, specifically chubbier reader!!

jeff but with a cute lil shy, chubby GEEKY bitch who wears blue light glasses cause she constantly glued to her phone and laptop. so much so she doesn’t even notice him following her in broad daylight, too engrossed in her latest internet obsession to notice him softly busting open her window and slipping in, definitely not paying attention to him and he slowly walks towards her innocently sinful form splayed out comfortably on her bed, headphone blaring an obscure anime intro so loud he can head the lyrics.

he brandished his signature knife n rips her away from the hypnotic blue hue of her screen, big ol’ doe eyes shining from the glare of her glasses as he grins maniacally and stares down at her, all comfy in her loose, worn t-shirt and skimpy skimpy shorts. he groans as she instantly starts begging, cock already throbbing in his tight jeans at how adorable her sweet pleading sounds.

jeff with a cute chubby geek who promises she won’t tell anyone if he just leave— even when he’s ripping her obviously sentimental short in two and using his (most likely bloody) knife to slice her shorts dangerously close to the puffy little prize between her thick thighs. he feel his body practically vibrating with pleasure at the sight of her fat jiggling while she pathetically squirmed as sobbed, horrified and knowingly docile in the face of his terrible, terrible evil.

jeff who folds his lil cute geek in half and dives into her chubby pussy, nose clumsily bumping against her little gem as his impossibly long tongue barged its way past her tight hole. the sensations were too much for his geeky loser, she thrashes more harshly now, whining and trying to push him off. his scars, marred and mangled as they were, tickled her thighs and his blunt nails dig in so hard they left thin trails of blood that slowly slipped past his pale hands and onto her bedsheets as he devoured her.

the disgustingly salacious noises of him eating her cunt made his geek’s tummy flutter as she felt queasy and horny all at once, body betraying her mind as she fought not to come apart in his heinous hold.

jeff who finger fucks his chubby loner so hard the slap of his palm against her sore clit made her arch, a stripe of pain shooting up her slide alongside the traitorous feeling of pure pleasure. he cooed down at her softly, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed the stray hairs out of her face and fixed her glasses on right. it didn’t last long, the soft touch, as soon he grabbed her jaw and forced her to kiss his bloody, slick covered lips, pulling away just to hock and spit in her mouth.

jeff who loves loves loves it when she finally ums around his slender fingers, three shoved deep in her plush pussy walls as she convulsed around them, her mind finally giving into the forceful pleasure. eye rolled back, back arched beautifully, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and soft tummy shaking with the power of her rushed orgasm as he slowed his hand, massaging the soft walls of her now sticky cunt as she calmed down.

in her post-nut haze, she failed to notice him slipping his fingers out, already dozing off as he disgustingly sucked them clean, using the same fingers to repeat the process a few more times, obsessed with how his chubby geek’s cunt tasted on his villainous tongue.

he grinned as she snores softly, quickly snapping a photo of her disheveled self before pocketing a random pair of dirty (he can only hope) panties and slips back out into the night, locking her window back and leaving his mark on her window frame so no one else can perv on his cute, shy lil chubby geek <33

#got a lil wild with this ehh #[‘v33nxs’ updated her blog!]#[‘jeff’ stopped to say hi!]#jtk smut #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer x chubby reader #x chubby reader #yandere jeff the killer #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere #yandere jtk #yandere x chubby reader #[‘v33nxs’ left a gift for ‘hystixia’!]

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kusagrasskusa · 15 days ago

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Jeff the Killer X Reader - “2008”

It’s the anniversery of the incident. The people come together in sorrow for the lives lost. It snowed that day.

In the mist of the snow, she saw him.

Randy, Keith and Troy were three boys who made Jeff what he is. They beat him, bleached him, set him on fire, and go away with it.

“Oh, I remember the day they moved in,” her grandma spoke lowly, “I knew they were trouble. Shame they did it here, and not some other town.”

A few listeners nodded in unison, some with hands folded neatly in front of them and others hugging one another. Everyone was dressed in black in respect for their dead loved ones. Framed pictures decorated nearly every table in the townshall, with an overbundance of flowers in every corner, nook and cranny. Handwritten letters were dropped into several boxes for the grieving families who lost someone in the incident. The incident in which the town will be forever changed by.

However, the boy majorly involved in said incident was nowhere to be seen. Not a single photo of him alone, or letter, or acknowlegement in his name in this memorial event. Of course, why would a raging serial killer be given a sort of gratitude or positive acknowlegement? After all, his family was too new to the town to be beloved by many people. Thus, their deaths weren’t nearly as impactful as those of the boys who were murdered by this serial killer.

However, there was one photo framed on a table. The flowers and letters given to the Woods family table was a mere fraction of those given to the others- however, it gained much attraction. The family photo taken right before the boy went crazy was the big centerpiece of the table. He was only 17, his birthday just passing by at the time. Him and his brother looked an awful lot alike, although… Jeffery’s eyes were darker. More “unfocused” you can say. Not as in high, but rather in that there was something else he was focusing on- deep inside his head.

She stared at that photo for a hot minute.

“Y/N baby, what are you looking at?”

Startled, she turn to her grandmother who walked over to see where she was looking. “Still thinking about that… boy?” Y/N thinned her lips, pulling her sleeves down past her wrists as a chill went down her spine at the mentioning of the killer. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to reply. Of course, she thought bitterly, having not a day go by without his name in her mind. Her grandmother gave her an unenthuisatsic look before sighing; “you need to let that monster go. Look at what he did to your brother. I don’t want my grandbaby to see the demon who ruined her life. We outta get going before it snows, anyway.”

Ruined her life, Y/N repeated in her head as her grandma wrapped her arm around her to pull her away. That’s one way to put it. A sour taste was left in her mouth as they moved away from the table. But, although she wouldn’t say it, she didn’t want to walk away just yet. She wasn’t sure if the face of her brother’s killer was fully fermented in her mind.

She didn’t want to forget what he looked like.

After all, being able to acknowlege the man who changed her life was hard to find. No consequence, no tension at the mentioning, and no sensitive hearts being broken. Especially since the people of the town of her relationship with him. Everyone knew how close they were; best friends, always together. The looks and side eyes the families of who Jeffery murdered would be overwhelming at times, since people like to hate her by association. As if she didn’t love her brother and wanted her best friend to murder him. She lost everything when it happened: her friends, some family, and beyond all was herself.

…

About 20 minutes passed. Y/N was back home- in her room, where almost nothing changed aside from the clealiness. The organization she once had was harder to keep up on. In the past, her brother making a mess of her room because he was an asshole gave her a reason to clean it; now, she’d rather it look like it he had touched it last. It made her feel less lonely sometimes.

Y/N sighed as she took off her heels and black dress, switching into something comfortable to sleep in. Her band tee loosly fell off her shoulder, with her hair following suit as she removed her hair clip. She stared at herself in the mirror: the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the paleness of her face after a year staying indoors. All the little imperfections and impurities. She wasn’t murdered, but in a way, she was. At least internally.

Pain followed every thought, mention, dream, voice, appearance, memory, story, and more of the incident. It hurt. She hurt.

Then, the reflection of her window in the mirror caught her eye. It was the heavy snow falling despite the fall season. The twinkling white flakes outside made her think: when it snowed this day last year in 2008, white became his color.

Her brother Randy was murdered by Jeffery. Brutally murdered. A hideous grin was slit into his brother’s face and stomach, then his hair was set on fire. Jeffery stuffed Randy’s stomach with some cloth and paper then set on fire. The smell of smoke and bloody iron woke her up that night, then her mother’s scream nearly put everyone else in shock. She’ll never forget that night.

But, there was another reason to remember that night as well.

She visited his home that day after he got out of the hospital. They were close friends and, although she never told him, her feelings for him grew more everyday. But, what she saw when his mother invited her in… wasn’t Jeff.

“Y/N!” the man as white as snow exclaimed in both excitement and shock as he turned over on the couch to face her. Of course he saw it: the way her eyes widened and her smile dropped. Her stomach churned as she looked back at him… or what was supposedly him. His black shirt and pants complimented his black hair and the dark circles around his eyes. And the whiteness of his skin made the darkness pop out, although he had a few tiny red spots where he was burned on his arms and face. Then finally, his piercing blue eyes cut through her like a blade. It was Jeff’s body, but… it wasn’t truly Jeff.

He stood up from the couch in haste, quickly wrapping his arms around her smaller form. She hugged back gently, her expression unwavering. He was acting eratic- twitching slitghly and breathing heavy. His grip was tight and fierce, and his back muslces were strangely tense. He stood over with staggering height as he pulled away, his smile wide and gleaming. He took her hands in his and said, “look at me! What’d you think, huh? Huh? Pretty, ain’t I?”

“J-Jeffery, you, I,” Y/N stuttered, “It… suits you. You look good in white.” Her voice shuddered with uncertainty, but he perhaps he didn’t notice or care. He just chuckled.

“Yeah… It does. I still feel the burning under my skin but- I love it! I love what I am now, Y/N,” he said in a raspy whisper- intense and passionate. “Wanna see what else I got? A pretty lil’ “get well soon” gift. C’mon… Lemme show you!” He gripped her hand tightly as he guided her through his home, up the stairs then into his room as he had many times before. Only this time, she wasn’t… comfortable.

“The two are from Japan,” Jeff explained as he spun the blades from between his fingers delicately like they were glass. Y/N offered a weak smile, her gaze drifting blade to blade as she swung her legs gently on Jeff’s bed. He sat next to her with an open box of blades by his side. He spoke about being good with aiming throwing knives but never a facination like this.

“Oh, that’s sick,” Y/N muttered softly. A particular blade caught her eye- it’s red hint made it different from the rest. Shereached her arm across him to point at a particular knife. “This one looks— Ow! Jeff, Jeff!—“

“Don’t you fucking touch it!—“ Jeff gripped her wrist with strong force, causing her to gasp and grab onto his hand. He sharply turned his body and leaned in close, his face scrunched into a scowl. Y/N whispered frantic apologies, having never been in this position before. He’s never acted this way before. The staring match between them lasted for a moment, until he broke it by looking down onto her lips. Then, he let go.

Despite the extreme discomfort that lingered at that moment… The memory always put butterflies in her stomach and make her heart flutter. Maybe she was just attracted to the strength he had, or the muscles that flexed on his arm, or the way he looked at her lips… Her feelings were only for the features of the man surely. Not the crazy serial killer specifically. “Oh my gosh…” she whined, covering her hands over her eyes. “Can I go a fucking day without thinking about it? And now it’s snowing when I had plans for—”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she looked out the window. Despite the grey fogginess of the outside, the moonlight revealed the whole area. The ground and trees were quickly piling up with snow. It was pretty snow- thick and good for making snowmen. However the pretty snow blankets were disturbed by something when she wasn’t looking, as evidence with the foot prints leading up to the house. They lived in a slightly remote area without many neighbors or trespassers.

“That’s weird,” she said with uncertainty as she stared. “…I’m too tired to worry about this,” she huffed and pulled her curtain over the window. Maybe her grandma left something in the backyard and went back to get it. With a yawn and a stretch, she spun around on her heel and flopped onto her bed, pushing off the pile of clothes onto the floor in the process.

Sleep took over instantly. She even forgot to turn off the lamp.

…

Drrrrrftt…

A loud shuffling shocked her ears, waking her instantly. Y/N lifted her head up and looked around, wondering what had happened as her heart pounded frantically. “What the…” she muttered groggily, slowly sitting up on the bed. It was too dark to see the room aside from the little clock on her beside with the flashing numbeers of 3:02 in the morning. She sighed, still needing to shower and get ready for bed.

She pushed her legs off the the side of the bed, rubbing her eye with one hand as the other reached for her lamp to turn it on.

Then she stopped. Dead in her tracks. And slowly moved her eyes upwards.

A tall, black figure stood slightly hunched in front of her window. It was almost too hard to see, but with the moonlight softly shining thorugh her curtains creating a ring around the figure, it was impossible to miss. It didn’t move. Even as it knew she saw it.

Her lip quivered as she stared with wide eyes. Fearful eyes. She couldn’t breathe. All she could do was, with a shakey hand, turn the nob on her lamp to turn on the light with a satisfying click. Only… the light never came on. She turned the nob again. Nothing. The figure cocked his head.

Her breathing grew louder as chills ran up her spine. Her unfocused eyes scanned down by the outlet saw the wire wasn’t just unplugged, but the plug was cut off. As well as the charger to her 2004 Motorola flip phone. Her phone wasn’t even on her nightstand. She took one last look at the figure… then she used her arms to swiftly move backwards on her bed, towards her door.

The figure moved in haste, jumping onto the bed and grabbing her legs to pull her towards him. She screamed, trying to propell onto the other side of the bed while kicking at him. But the figure was just too strong, gripping her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed before he got on top. He put a leathery hand on her mouth, her struggling with all her might being futile. He was just too strong. He was just too big compared to her.

Then, the thin coldness pressed firmly against her neck. It halted all movement aside from her rapid breathing and flowing tears. The light of the moon dimly casted on the face of the man. A face shape she used to recognize- only, in just one year’s time, the face had lost its boyishness. It was more sharp, more mature, and… distorted. A wide grin was cut into the flesh, and the cast lights of the blue eyes were faint.

And the knife on her neck glimmered.

The figure leaned in close to her ear, his body weighing heavily on her as he shifted into a straddling position.

“Y/N… Long time… No see.”

Her breath hitched as he moved his face closer to hers. Her heart was beating so rapidly as his hand moved from her mouth and onto her cheek. Her arms laid helplessly onto the bed. She shut her eyes tightly, tears pouring out faster than ever. That voice, she thought. It’s his voice. He dug his finger into her cheek, making her whince in pain. “Mmm… Look at me. Open your fucking eyes. Tell me you missed this face.”

Her eyes fluttered open, her face shifting to show the hurt she felt as she looked into his eyes. “Jeffery, you’re…” a sniffle and choke cut her off, before she weakly continued, “why’d you… Why, Jeffery?”

A low chuckle escaped his throat, “I missed you, Y/N, every damn second.” His thumb trailed the tears that flowed freely on her face, then dragging up to her eye then her shakey lips. He tapped his thumb against her lips gently. “I’ve thought about those pretty lil’ lips every damn day. I just wanna devour you- rip you away from this place, ravage you ‘til there’s nothin’ left but my imprints.” Jeff smiled widely, looking up and down Y/N like an animal. Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened, unsure of what he meant exactly. What the fuck was he on about?

“I’m not letting the fuckers in this town ruin you. A sweet little thing like you… You’re mine. Hear me? Mine.”

“Jeff, I-I don’t understand,” she sniffed, blinking away the tears the best she could. “I don’t wanna die, Jeff. I don’t wanna l-leave my mom and my family and—“

Jeff shushed her- leaning in close to her face once more and chuckling lowly.

“Y/N, baby… You got no one left to worry ‘bout now. They’re gone. Done.”

The ice coldness ran down her back. Her heart skipped a beat.

“You belong with me now. Only me. I’ll take care of you the way no one else fucking could.”

He leaned down and kissed her flowing tears. She turned her head, avoiding his lips- making his grip on her tighten. Her crying only grew louder, making her huff in annoyance.

“I’m all you need now. Nothin’ else matters— and I’m gonna make you believe it.”

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tipsynight0 · 7 months ago

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Puppet master //part TWO

Laughing Jack x mother reader

Word count - 2.3k

Author's note - please look at the tags, I tried to make this less gory but like this is creepypastaaa so I’m sorryyy.

TRIGGER WARNING - Graphic violence, gore and blood, body horror, murder, torture, domestic abuse, Infidelity, strangulation, drugging, suffocation, dismemberment, death by asphyxiation, dehumanization, object insertion.

Synopsis- part TWO jacks family, Jack kills (y/n) husband and mistress.

Jack's plan was working out seamlessly.

Tomorrow evening, the only people in the house would be (y/n)’s husband and, judging from his behavior, his mistress too. (Y/n) had decided to spend a few nights at her mother’s, exhausted by the endless arguments that had turned increasingly hostile. Just the night before, her husband had shoved her into the beloved rocking chair where she gently cradled their son Lucas every night. It wasn’t just his infidelity—it was the endless stream of pictures his coworker kept sending him, her smiling face mocking (y/n) from his phone.

That was the night Jack nearly leapt from his box. Rage coursed through him as he watched her husband’s hands shove her down, the urge to wrap the black tie around the man’s neck so overwhelming that his hands twitched. Jack could have ended it right there—snapped the husband’s spine like a twig and silenced his pathetic existence. But Jack knew better. Patience. Timing. Tonight wasn't the night, but it would come soon. And when it did, (y/n) would never suffer again.

The next morning, Jack observed with steely anticipation as (y/n) packed Lucas’s bag. Her hands trembled as she folded her son’s tiny pajamas, tucking them into the suitcase as though each movement might break her. Jack’s insides roiled, every fiber of his being burning with the need to protect her. From his hiding place in the box, he watched her every move, his breath shallow with anticipation.

She paused, turning toward the dresser. Her eyes met the box—met him—and for a moment, Jack could swear she saw through the wood, through the darkness, straight into his soul. Her delicate fingers hovered over the lid, her touch so gentle it made his heart ache with longing. Don’t turn the key, Jack silently pleaded, swallowing hard. If you do, I don’t think I could stop.

But she didn’t. Her fingers slipped away as the door opened. Her husband entered, cradling Lucas in his arms with a smile so empty it made Jack’s stomach churn. “Have fun at Grandma’s, buddy,” he cooed, handing the child to (y/n) as though he hadn’t spent the previous night making her life hell. Then, without so much as a glance in her direction, he grabbed his phone and left the room.

(Y/n) lingered for a moment, her gaze once again settling on the box. That final look was all Jack needed to know. Tonight was the night.

As evening fell, her husband set the stage—a candlelit dinner, soft music playing in the background, the sickly sweet smell of red wine filling the air. He had to make everything perfect for his mistress’s arrival. The room was immaculate, a perfect lie. But Jack had already added his own touch—a small dose of something special slipped into the wine. Something that would ensure the night unfolded exactly as he had planned.

By 9 PM, Jack's excitement was barely containable. Her husband had just hung up after a brief call with Lucas, promising to talk more later. The doorbell rang right on cue. Jack smiled from inside his box, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Oh, this is going to be fun.

An hour later, soft rustling and stifled giggles drifted down the hallway. Jack emerged silently from his box, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he quietly stepped down the hall. He paused at the bedroom door, peeking inside. There they were, naked and tangled together on her bed. The sheets—her sheets—twisted around them as they moved, oblivious to the nightmare creeping toward them.

The scene was almost too perfect. Slowly, he slipped into the room, the shadows swallowing his massive, seven-foot frame. His painted grin widened, the edges of his lips cracking with glee as he approached the bed. The air smelled thick with sweat and sin. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in Jack’s throat.

The mistress noticed him first. Her eyes snapped open, widening in sheer terror as she let out a weak scream. Jack moved swiftly, his hand lashing out to snatch her throat, silencing her cries with a bone-crushing grip. From the folds of his tattered costume, he pulled out a long, coiled string of black and white handkerchiefs, wrapping them tightly around her mouth and throat. The fabric dug into her flesh, muffling her whimpers as her face turned a sickening shade of blue.

Michael—(y/n)’s husband—stirred groggily, his senses dulled by the drugged wine. He turned just in time to see the towering clown standing over him, and panic flooded his eyes. He scrambled backward, naked and vulnerable, desperately trying to escape the bed. But Jack was faster. With a grin that stretched too wide, he yanked Michael’s ankles, dragging him down the bed.

“Well, well, well,” Jack purred, his voice like nails on glass. “Nice to finally meet you, Michael. I’ve been dying to play.”

Michael’s body trembled as Jack pulled a spray flower from his chest and blasted him in the face with a thick mist. Within seconds, Michael’s eyes rolled back, his body slumping as he lost consciousness.

Dragging their limp bodies into the living room, Jack whistled a cheery tune, his grin never faltering. He hummed to himself as he worked, securing their limbs with thick fishing wire, tying it tight enough to cut into their skin. The wire sliced deep, blood seeping from the wounds, painting red rivers down their pale, exposed flesh. Like grotesque marionettes, putting on a show.

Slowly, they began to stir, groggy and confused, their bodies twitching as they regained consciousness.

Jack grinned wider, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. Their mouths, stuffed with candy, muffled their cries as they tried to scream. He yanked on the wires, the tension causing the fishing line to bite deeper into their skin. Blood oozed from the cuts, dripping onto the floor in thick, dark drops. Their bodies convulsed with each movement, the pain sending waves of terror through their veins.

“Good, you’re awake!” Jack chirped, stepping into view, his oversized shoes squeaking against the hardwood floor. Their eyes locked onto him, wide with fear, pleading silently for mercy. But Jack wasn’t here for mercy.

“We’re going to play out a little story,” Jack said, his voice dripping with twisted glee as he clapped his hands together. He pulled on the mistress’s string, causing her to jerk forward violently, blood spurting from beneath her arms as the wire bit deeper. She whimpered, her mouth overflowing with candy, the colorful sweets spilling from her lips in a grotesque parody of innocence.

“Once upon a time,” Jack began, his voice mockingly cheerful, “a beautiful young woman visited an antique shop. She found a delightful little jack-in-the-box, a lovely gift for her precious son, Lucas. A thoughtful mother, indeed.” His eyes glazed over, the memory of (y/n) buying him flashing before his mind.

But then his gaze darkened. His focus shifted to Michael, his lips curling back in disgust. “But you, Michael,” Jack sneered, pulling his strings tighter, the fishing wire carving deep, red lines into Michael’s flesh, “I wasn’t brought here to just watch you ruin everything. No, I was brought here to fix this family. To remove the real problem.”

Jack’s face twisted into something more monstrous as he leaned close to Michael’s ear, his breath cold against the man’s skin. “Spill any of my candy, and I’ll rip your lungs out and make her eat them.”

Michael’s eyes rolled back in terror, his body convulsing uncontrollably, urine soaking the floor beneath him. Jack laughed—a high-pitched, deranged sound that echoed through the room like the screech of nails on glass. “Pathetic,” Jack spat, pulling harder on the strings.

Tiring of the mistress’s pitiful whimpering, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a bouquet of fake flowers. Grinning maniacally, he shoved the flowers down her throat, forcing her mouth open wider, candy spilling everywhere as her face turned blue. She gurgled one last time before her body fell limp, her skin taking on a deathly pallor.

Michael choked back a scream, the candy clogging his throat as Jack stalked toward him. “Oh, Michael,” Jack crooned, “you’re as stupid as they come. (Y/n) is mine now. Lucas is mine. This is my family.”

Jack pulled out a long balloon, inflating it slowly as Michael’s eyes widened with confusion. Twisting it with practiced ease, Jack formed a crude hammer and held it up for Michael to see. A flicker of hope crossed Michael’s eyes—a balloon hammer? That couldn’t hurt him, could it?

Jack’s grin stretched wider, his eyes darkening with malevolence. “Don’t look so relieved,” he sneered, bringing the balloon hammer down with a sickening crack on Michael’s leg. The bone snapped instantly, protruding through the skin as blood spurted across the floor. Michael’s scream, muffled by the candy, was animalistic, raw.

With a vicious snarl, Jack swung again, the balloon hammer smashing into Michael’s other leg. Another sickening crack echoed through the room, the bone shattering under the blow. Michael’s entire body seized in pain, his scream rising in pitch, but the candy stuffed in his mouth choked him, turning his cries into desperate, garbled gasps.

Jack tilted his head, studying the man’s broken body with a mixture of boredom and curiosity, like a child disappointed with a toy that didn’t break the way he expected. “Oh, Michael,” Jack mused, stepping closer. “You’re falling apart far too quickly. I was hoping for a little more fun.” He twirled the balloon hammer lazily, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Michael’s head lolled, his body slumping forward like a ragdoll, blood pooling beneath him in thick, viscous streams. But Jack wasn’t done. His fun was just beginning.

With a wild cackle, Jack swung the hammer again, this time aiming for Michael’s stomach. The balloon seemed to grow heavier with each hit, as though feeding off Jack’s malice. The sound of flesh and bone tearing apart reverberated through the room as the hammer came down again and again, pounding Michael’s body into a bruised, mangled pulp. Blood and gore splattered across the walls, mixing with the colorful candy that continued to spill from Michael’s mouth in grotesque bursts.

Michael’s chest heaved, his eyes rolling back into his head as he hovered on the edge of consciousness, his body twitching violently with each strike. His skin was torn, his insides a twisted mess of shattered bones and blood. He was nothing more than a human piñata now, strung up and broken for Jack’s amusement.

Jack stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Michael hung there, barely alive, his body twitching in spasms of agony. The fishing wire had cut so deeply into his skin that it seemed to blend with his flesh, as though he had become part of the grotesque puppet show Jack had orchestrated.

“Look at you,” Jack sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You thought you could have it all, didn’t you? The wife, the mistress, the lies. But all of that ends now.” He leaned in close to Michael’s face, his breath icy against the man’s sweat-slicked skin. “This is my family now.”

Satisfied, Jack wiped the blood off his hands onto his costume, leaving streaks of crimson on the tattered fabric. He turned to leave, his mind already buzzing with thoughts of how he would take (y/n) and Lucas and make them his own. But just as he reached the door, a noise stopped him dead in his tracks.

The front door creaked open.

Jack spun around, his eyes wide with alarm as he saw (y/n) standing in the doorway, frozen in horror. Her eyes scanned the scene before her—her husband’s mutilated body hanging limply from the ceiling, the mistress dead and blue-faced on the floor, the walls streaked with blood and candy, and in the middle of it all, Jack, his costume smeared with gore, a balloon hammer still clutched in his hand.

(Y/n)’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her face pale with shock as her mind struggled to process the horror before her. Her eyes locked with Jack’s, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Jack tilted his head, his painted grin twitching, a flash of hesitation flickering across his eyes. This wasn’t how he had planned for her to see him. Not like this.

“Well,” Jack said slowly, his voice tight as he spread his arms wide in a twisted mockery of a greeting. “This is… quite the scene, isn’t it?”

(Y/n)’s chest heaved as her breath quickened, her mind racing as she took a step backward, instinct telling her to run. But Jack was faster. In a heartbeat, he lunged toward her, closing the distance between them in an instant. His long, blood-streaked claws wrapped around her wrist, pulling her into the room with a sickening force. The door slammed shut behind her with a deafening bang, sealing her fate.

She let out a choked sob, her body trembling as she stared up at Jack, her wide, tear-filled eyes reflecting nothing but terror. Jack’s grin stretched even wider, his face contorting into something monstrous, a grotesque parody of the joy that should have been there.

“Oh, (y/n),” Jack cooed, his voice soft, almost gentle as he ran a hand down the side of her face. His touch left streaks of Michael’s blood on her cheek. “You were never meant to see this. I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

(Y/n) gasped, pulling away, but Jack held her firmly in place, his grip tightening like a vice. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice taking on a cruel edge. “This was all for you. Everything I did was to make us a family.”

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fromduck · 4 months ago

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Please check out this story it’s so amazing!! My favorite story of all time and that’s from someone who’s read fanfiction for 7 years!! IM DEAD ASS WHEN I SAY ITS MY FAVORITE STORY OF ALL TIME!!! It’s a crossover between Yandere Creepypasta and Yandere Slashers with an overpowered reader insert!!! I can write essays- NAY A WHOLE ASS BOOK ON WHY ITS AMAZING!!

Also please vote “Creepypasta or Slashers on the first question and on the second question please vote “Ghostface Danny Johnson”!! Trust he’s funny asf in this story. And he’s my favorite hehe 🙈. Mf takes shit to 0 to 1,000 REAL QUICK. Also HES DOWNBAD FOR THE READER 😭 I NEED TO SEE THIS MF STIR UP DRAMA AND SET SHIT ON FIRE.

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scary-lasagna · 1 year ago

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Yan!Jeff and reader what would their first encounter be like?

the cliche bedroom window scene AAA I FORGOT TONPOST TODYA IM SORRY

Yan!Jeff

Chances are, he's been stalking you for a few months now.

He knows your schedule down to a pat, and when it may change depending on the day before.

You don't feel the ghost of his breath on your neck while you sleep, nor do you notice the missing clothes replaced by identical pieces.

Jeff has always been smarter than he let on, and now is no exception to that.

He's a criminal mastermind, knowing all of the techniques to keep you at ease while getting what he wants.

You won’t get a choice. He’s locked your bedroom from the outside after slipping in through your front door, that you always foolishly forget to lock until you go to bed.

A simple door block under the frame is perfect for keeping you trapped like a mouse.

And lucky you, the rest of your house is booby trapped!

There’s no escaping <3

Jeff will perch on your bedroom window, allowing the cool breeze to shift you from slumber.

That, and the putrid smell of metal and death drifting off of Jeff and into your room like some sick cologne.

It stores you, and you stare at Jeff’s figure hiding in the moonlight.

“Good morning, lovebird.”

You scream. He waits until you stop screaming.

You bang on your door, and Jeff waits for you to stop.

But instead of unsheathing his knife he approaches you, ignoring your shift in demeanor times and beg for help.

You are grabbed by the sides of your face, and unceremoniously guided to that stuck door, slammed against the painted wood.

“I like you. I love you, I am abso-fucking-lately infatuated with your entire being. I want you to be mine. And I always get what I want.”

From then on, you’ll be held captive in your own home, forced to cooperate with this lovely serial killer until you eventually find a way to escape.

It’s just hard to walk. from how many times he’s carved his name into your body.

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creepypasta65 · 2 years ago

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hello can I request a yandere toby, Jeff and ej with an s/o who is sweet and innocent?

Thank you very much 🙏

Thanks for the request :)

⚠️Warning Yandere themes below⚠️

Yandere Toby, Jeff, and EJ with a sweet and innocent s/o:

Toby:

Your sweet and innocent nature is the reason why Toby fell head over heels for you.

He loves how sweet you are and how innocent you are. He wants to protect your innocence.

Toby thinks the best way to protect you is to kidnap you into his home and keep you there under his view and protection.

He loves you and views you as an angel sent from heaven.

Toby will treat you kindly just don't try to run away from him.

He will kill anyone who stares at you or even tries to touch you.

Jeff:

Seeing how sweet and innocent you are makes Jeff obsessed with you.

He wants you to treat him with care and love.

Jeff will kidnap you and will keep you in his room tied up.

He doesn't want to harm you, but if you misbehave and don't accept the love he has for you, he has no other choice but to harm you.

Jeff will make you break the contract with your family and friends.

Jeff loves you so much to the point that he will harm himself over you.

EJ:

Jack will become possessive over you and want you all to himself.

He will feel bad for kidnapping you and taking you away from your home, but in his mind, it's the best decision for you to be under his watch where no one can harm you.

Jack feels a need to protect you and give you affection.

He will give you lots of love and care.

Jack will do his best to make you happy, and all he wants back in return is your love and affection.

He will not harm you and doesn't dare to put an arm on you.

Jack will be patient with you and will wait until you reciprocate his love.

Have a nice day :)

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lovelove-dere · 16 days ago

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Sin |Yan!JTK x Reader|

-Synopsis: You had thought you'd seen the worst of this monster. That the years you had of entrapment was as hellish as it got and your feebly human mind could not take anymore. It turned out that even he had a weakness. It was a matter of whether or not you were ready to go through with it to be at peace. -Word Count: 3.3k -Warnings: Torture, Unconsensual physical acts, physical, mental, emotional abuse. Reader goes through it. NOT A ROMANCE??? Obvious kidnapping, mention of murder, and finally suicide. -A/N: An old JTK fanfic i wrote on a previous account... Guess who's back??

For a long time, you had convinced yourself that your death would be by Jeff's hands. The hands that had gripped countless knives and stolen lives of anyone and everything. The hands that were callous, rough and strong. The ones that gripped at your neck everytime he was in a mood and decided to take it out on you. For years. You had thought your own life would be taken by those hands. "He's not.." you whispered, voice low and guttural. You winced at the pain that speaking up brought you, feeling the disgusting taste of your unbrushed mouth. It made you want to throw up. The home you found yourself in was starting to become familiar, as you had been living in it for almost a month. It was located in the forest, an hour away from any city. It had belonged to an elderly couple that had the misfortune of opening the door to Jeff. Needless to say, they were quickly disposed of, and you were bitter about the fact that the monster made you hide the bodies. You shuddered, remembering how long you had cried over the bodies as you pushed them into the holes you dug outside.

You stepped out from your chosen bedroom. The feeling of your quickened heartbeat made you paranoid, you took a look down both sides of the hallway. The right end led into the divide between the living room and the kitchen, while the left went into the bedrooms and bathroom. You encouraged yourself with small praises and confirmation as to why you wouldn't risk being seen by the killer. After doing so, you took a step. And then another. You kept your back to the wall, taking small, hesitant steps towards the kitchen, only pausing to listen for anything out of the ordinary. You held your breath. 'He went off on a spree. He said he wouldn't be back for a few hours.' You remind internally and let your breathing flow. It's so close, right there. Your gaze bore into the key sitting right between the glass sliding doors that were covered with long curtains and the door frame. Perhaps it was stupid not to have noticed it before but being with Jeff had cause you to halt your thinking almost entirely. You were more than sure your IQ had gone down, and half of your vocabulary was gone. It didn't help that he made you avoid learning things that were beneficial to you specifically. He was extremely careful to leave you useless and defenseless for himself.

Once your eyes homed in on the small key, you scurried to it frantically. Like a cat taking its food, you snatched the key and took off back into your designated living space, closing the door but not locking it. You were frantic, anxious. You trembled almost as if he were there and you could already taste your salty tears. Now where would you hide it though? There was no way you could keep it on yourself- Jeff would find it too quickly. You spent almost half an hour breaking through the cemented ground to hide the key and spent the rest of the remaining hour, fixing up the room as if you hadn't destroyed it. "Okay, okay," you took a deep breath, putting your hands together to play with them as you tried to stop the shaking. "You're okay, okay," you repeated, your voice brittle, feeling the sting of fresh tears poking at the back of your eyes. For the first time, in years, you finally had one chance to escape. Even an idiot wouldn't sit still. The lying, the crying, the pain, you just couldn't take it anymore. It was too much- he was too much. 'Honestly, does he even care?' You questioned with bitterness that seeped into your shaking bones. Even after all these years- he gave you no hope or sign that he was different towards you. That he loved you like he said he did. You hated him, you absolutely hated him.

Jeff, 'the killer' was his alias. You knew him as Jeffrey Woods. Had known him. It almost seemed like the time before the accident was a dream, something fabricated by your mind to take you away from the awful reality that you lived in. The memories you had created with the brothers were something you held onto deeply. You reverted back to those memories when everything had become too much. You didn't know how much more you could take, how much more you could keep looking at him. The door to the front of the house opened loudly and slammed shut. Your breath hitched and for a second, you felt paralyzed. His footsteps bounced off the ground, adding a little pause as if he skipped through the house. You swallowed nervously and quickly jolted into action, throwing yourself on the bed and covering your body. It was only when Jeff had thrown the door open did you feel the immense panic seep in. It had you shaking, no matter how you tried to keep still. You had your back turned to him, only jumping out of your skin when his rough, callous fingers skimmed over the skin of your neck. You shut your eyes tighter, biting down on your tongue to prevent any unnecessary noises. It was painful- but you didn't care. his hands ran down your shoulder to your elbow. Pressing into some of the bruises littered on you. 'Fuck.'

Scrunching your face, unable to hide away the pain he was causing you. "I know you're awake. Stop fucking around." His voice made your eyes snap open, but you didn't look at him. For a long while, you could feel his unnerving stare into your form, taking it in with his widening, permanent smile. "Did ya miss me doll? I sure as hell missed you," he cooed mockingly, dropping down beside the bed to his knees. His right arm dug underneath your head , forcing you to turn, his left hand holding onto your hip. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" He spoke again, a dangerous tone that was warning you to reply. Nervously, your eyes locked with his and you gave a shaky, weak smile. "No.. no.. I didn't do much today." He stated at you, his wide eyes boring into yours. Truly, he held the appearance of a monster, disfigured and horrific. The pale white, leather skin reminded you of rough sandpaper, and the wounds of his cut off eyelids looked so grotesque- it was hard to keep eye contact. You inadvertently started to tremble harder, his right hand curling and hooking into your hair like gum. He yanked you towards him, ignoring the squeal of pain that left your lips when you felt some of your bones pop from the awkward position he was putting you in.

"Ye-" you hesitated, a breathy exhale, "Yes, I missed you too Jeff." He seemed satisfied with that and nuzzled his face into your back, tickling you. "I hope you've been a good girl today. Don't want a repeat of last time right?" He pulled a little at your roots. You winced, eyes closing as the memory flashed in your mind. You had made the mistake of trying to escape only to find that it was a trap set up by him. Jeff had beaten you black and blue and chained you to the bed for an entire month. Not that it did much as you weren't able to stand up to walk anyway. It was a painful memory. something you hoped to avoid. "No, I've been good," you respond with a stutter. The hand placed on your hip begins to grow tighter and it's enough to have you frozen in fear. "That's good. You're such a good girl aren't you?" He teased, lifting himself up and stepping away from you. "You have no fucking idea what you do to me doll," he gave a hysteric laugh, and you sat up like he had burned you. Your throat ached as the raw dryness of it began to itch and burn. Your wide eyes did not leave him as he kept going into his hysterical laugh, "Oh, oh fuck-" he wheezed, doubling over his stomach. "You're such a riot babe!" You push upwards to press yourself into the headboard as much as you can.

Cold shivers race down your spine. It was a nightmare when Jeff got like this. He looked insane, scary… dangerous. You didn't want to be here; you didn't want this! "Stop it, Jeff!" You cry out, cutting off his laughter. His black tangled, unclean hair bobbed a bit before he looks up at you. "What's wrong? Don't tell me your-" he skips jokingly towards you. "Scared?"

He stops by the bed, "You fucking should be." A whine comes out of your lips when he grabs your left shoulder and pulls you out of the bed. With a grunt you hit the floor, only to be lifted up by him. "What the fuck did you do huh? I told you not to leave this fucking room, do you ever listen!?" His voice became louder with his angry breathing, and you found yourself out of breath when he suddenly slammed you to a wall. "I swear- I swear-!" You cried, tears welling in your eyes, "I didn't leave-" it takes all of your control not to burst out sobbing when he slaps you with his hand. The sting of your cheek resonates, and you could already feel a headache approaching. "Horseshit!" Jeff shouts, turning to stomp around the room. He furiously pulls at his messy hair, punching through a wall. His superhuman strength creating large uneven cracks. "Didn't you fucking learn the first time? I don't like repeating myself!" You felt overwhelmed with how fast your heart was beating, practically pounding in your ears, it drowned out any other noise. Once again, you felt his callous hands gripping the flesh of your arms, skin bruising underneath his unforgiving grip.

"I'll have to make you listen right!? You need to get it through your damn head," you both fall over the bed, and you gasp for any intake of air as his weight knocks the wind out of you. He furiously clamps his sharp teeth down on your shoulder, biting into your shoulder so violently that his teeth break through your skin. Hot white pain flashes through and you scream. You scream so loud that your throat starts to ache the moment it turns into whimpers, but the asshole doesn't relent. You can already see your blood coloring his teeth. It hurts so bad your body instantly tries to fight back. His hands pinch and cup at your skin, his fingers bruising into you. "Stop it! Stop it Jeff, it hurts!" You beg, kicking him desperately. His right hand slaps down on the side of your right thigh, it has you gasping in pain. He does it over and over, flipping you over at some point to pull your hair. Your ass was getting inexorably spanked, his hand big enough to grab you with satisfaction. You felt humiliated, and scared- more so because in this state he was in, there was never enough excuses to give him to let you keep your life.

"You have to learn- you don't get to leave me." He hisses through clenched teeth before throwing himself over you once more, this time pressing himself snugly against your backside. "Nobody leaves me!" He presses his scarred fast into your neck. A shudder rips through you, feeling the self inflicted wounds he had given his own face. It felt like touching leather, and his wide mouth made you gag. A hand digs under you and he hugs you, jerking his hips into you. A guttural groan leaves his smiling mouth as he begins to hump you on the bed. You could feel his erection, even with the wild, uncoordinated thrusts he gave. "You're mine. You've been mine for years," he grunts once more as he thrusts particularly harder into you and an unwilling gasp left you. You felt heated and stiff, the position making your body ache. You didn't dare try to give off any other noises to indicate you were enjoying this. "I'm, I'm sorry," you croaked, more tears falling from your eyes. Truly, begging for your life was the only thing you could do. Jeff kept pushing, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair. "No you aren't! I'm going to make sure you can't move for the rest of the week!" He barked, lifting his body to turn you over. "You should stop resisting. I'd hate to cut you up."

Your muffled sobs were the only thing that you could hear. For a while, you wondered if you could even feel your legs anymore but you had given up trying to move. The pain was too much, even taking in any air was so painful, you wished he had killed you. You laid on your left side, lifting your head to look over at all the bruises and marks he had left you. Another sob tore through you, shaking as you began to cry more. It was almost you couldn't feel your lower body anymore, as if they were weightless. The dull throbbing of them was the only thing keeping you assured that you still had them.

That bastard, you wanted to snarl. He had kept his promise of teaching you his 'lesson.' The psychopath had even stabbed his knife into your legs more than a few times, getting off on how loudly you screamed for him to stop. He didn't even bother stopping you from leaving angry red mail marks on him. Jeff exposed them with pride- sick twisted ego rising with how little you moved by the end of it.

Honestly, he had thought you were dead once he finished. You were surprised you weren't. This was too much! Jeff was always rougher than this, there were times when you had nearly died during his episodes, but his episodes had begun to be a daily occurrence. You didn't know how much longer you would be alive for. You didn't want to die. Not by him. Not like this. You had more pride than that- to be killed by some psycho who had kidnapped you on a whim. You grit your teeth- suddenly newfound courage, seeping into your bones like warm liquid. Across the room, you took notice of the carpet that you had ripped through beginning to curl upwards. With another choked sob, you began to drag yourself towards it.

No more. You decided, a final croak leaving your bruised lips. No more will he touch me. Reaching the spot, your fingers dug into the carpet weakly, lifting it up and the moving your dominant hand to brush the cement ground. Ice-cold temp poured into your abused flesh, and it stung harshly. Only when you found the key did you snatch your hand out of there. Quickly, you held it with both hands to your chest, lifting your wet, messy face to look around the room. Unfortunately, it didn't have a window, and Jeff didn't allow you to leave the room at all. "Ow," you whisper hoarsely. It took everything in you- willpower, courage, cries and anger- to push you up on your feet. The pain was almost unnatural and unbearable, burning hot, pounding and flashing up and down. It was easy to tell how messed up you were with how your knees shook with every step you took. You wondered how far you could make it if you did get out of the house. Limping towards the door, you pressed your forehead against the door and a hand to the doorknob. It had been almost 48 hours since you had seen Jeff. The only way you knew that was because of the alarm clock the room had inside, belonging to the previous residents here. With a shaky inhale and exhale, you twisted the doorknob slowly, hearing the door squeak. You stepped gingerly into the hallway, looking both ways and quickly hobbling down the left, to the front door. With as much adrenaline that was coursing in you, you kind of threw caution to the wind at the moment. You reached the door, your shaky hands almost dropping the key multiple times as you shoved it into the hole. "You're okay, you're okay," you whispered desperately, calming yourself as the panic began to fill you. The key went in. Relief flooded into you, and you nearly gave a laugh in joy. You were free. You were fucking free! You twisted the doorknob.

Only for a high pitch squeal to emit throughout the house, blaring, loud and alarming. You jumped out of your skin, eyes wide and mouth dropping. Oh... oh no. "Fuck!" You cry, fear making your body tremble. The asshole set up the security alarm. It was a test, it was a fucking- You took down the hall with impressive speed despite how desperate your legs ached. The blaring continued on as you reached the door to your room. Only for it to stop. A shiver ran down your spine and you automatically straightened up. He stopped it. Jeff was here- he had been waiting for you! All of a sudden, your ears picked up his stomping footsteps getting closer and closer and that was all it took for you to run the rest of the way and dive into the kitchen.

"BITCH!!" He shouted with anger, voice booming. "You stupid bitch! You fucking whore!" He slammed his body into the kitchen door, having it swing wildly to the other wall. "No Jeff wait please!" You begged, choking on the tears that rushed down your face. "Bitch, your fucking dead!!" His white face burned itself into your memory, abnormal wide eyes and the smile that stretched from ear to ear. You could feel his fury from where you were. You pressed yourself against the counter, calves hitting the lower shelves. The kitchen island was the only thing separating you and Jeff but he was determined to get to you. "You tried to fucking leave! You tried to fucking leave me!!" Jeff growled, his teeth on display. You shook your head frantically, "No! No! You dont understand!"

A frenzied laugh left him and he brought his burned white hands to his hair and tugged violently. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid!! I was waiting for you- you fucked up," he slammed both hands on the island, laughing, "You fucked up!" He repeated his actions three more times before lifting his head. Tears fell from his eyes, his laughter only increasing. You took that chance to raid one of the shelves and took a large kitchen knife. "Stop it Jeff! This isn't you, this isn't-" you gasped as he rushed towards you. You quickly dived to the other side of the island, giving him a watery frown. "The hell it isn't! What the fuck do you think you know? You're mine, you can't fucking leave me! It's too late for that doll!" He swung his arms outwardly, "Look around ya! I'm all you got! If I can't fucking have you, no one can!"

You broke down in sobs, the knife shaking in your curled hands. You stare at him- at the monster. "You're insane! I don't want this! I've never wanted this!" You shouted loudly, grabbing at your messy tangled hair. The grip on the knife doesn't loosen. "You're the asshole who kidnapped me! You don't even love me! I can't," your voice broke off, nearly dropping to your knees. "I can't do this anymore." Jeff's black orbs snapped to yours and straightened up, ignoring the way you flinched when he approached you. Feet away, he cornered you like you were some frenzied animal. "Give me the knife. Give me the fucking knife," he extended an arm, white hoodie nearly blinding you. "No," you whispered before pressing it against your throat. He froze. "No more, no more," you chanted, tears so raw that you could barely keep your eyes open. "Stop this, dont fucking do it." His voice came out in a haste warning, not bringing himself to stalk towards you with your current threat. "You don't love me, and I know you never will." You take one last good look at him, the cold steel digging in painfully. You knew that he knew you would do what you were trying to do. You wouldn't hesitate.

"I DO! I FUCKING DO!" He shook his head exasperatedly, "I love you! Drop the knife," his voice came out almost desperate, unlike the monster you knew Jeff to be. "I hate leaving you all alone- I want to be near you every second of the day. Fuck I go fucking crazy every time one of those bastards comes near us! They can't, they won't take you away from me! You're mine. Mine!" Jeff took a step, once again holding his shaking hand out. "Dont leave me, dont fucking do it." Your eyelashes flutter, taking a second to re-grip the knife with a much more steady hold. You shook your head and opened your eyes.

You looked at him, and at the moment all you felt was pity. pity for the monster he had become. pity for the dear friend you once knew. You held your breath, readying the knife.

He shouted loudly, diving for you.

"No more." You whispered.

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