Well Hello... (Creepypasta fanfiction)

Training Day #4 ft. Jason The Toymaker

Luna's POV:

"-Are you even listening to me?!" I heard for the third time today, and no, I'm not. I glared at him under my old (and now fixed) mask and raised my middle finger. Felix scoffed.

"Don't worry, sweetie, the feeling's mutual." He said. A look of disgust shown on my face as I cringed. Felix closed his eyes and crossed his hands in front of his chest, a victory smirk showed as usual.

"That has a *cough* double meaning, pervert *cough cough*." And just like that, his eyes popped open and stared at me, his jaw dropped. Immediately, a pink blush spread on his face as I giggled.

"Oh shut up. You know what I mean!" He yelled back and scratched the back of head. I rolled my eyes and sighed. 'Sure Felix, suuure.'

After another hour of lectures on why I left without telling him, I was free to go. I changed into an outfit and decided to go to somewhere. Anywhere seems nice, and that's what I did. I went on a walk.

Swan's POV:

Her outfit for the day and mask included

I saw the cabin up ahead and smiled. I just got back from a little alone time and I need some friend time with Cynthia. The living room light was turned on, indicating that someone is or was home. The smell of fresh baked cookies lingered in the humid air. I took a sniff under my mask and nearly drooled over delight. I wonder how Slender passed by here and never smells it. Maybe because he's so dam* tall? I'm not even close to the cabin yet and the smell is all the way to here! Yum... After thinking about the sweet smell of cookies, I finally made it the porch steps.

"Baby, I'm home!" I sung teasingly as I slammed open the door. What I was expecting, was Cynthia with the cookies on the coffee table, not LJ, EJ, and Jason here! My face sprung in confusion as I stared at the three boys who stopped drinking their beer and stared at me.

"Cynthia! Did you know we have some guests getting drunk on our couch?" I yelled towards the kitchen where I caught a glimpse of her shadow lurking about.

"Yes!" She replied. I nodded and shrugged before slamming the door and sat beside Jason.

"What are you three doing here?" I asked as I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to the news. It was showing the kills from my 'alone time' and who the unfortunate people were that died. Hey, I spared the children, they can at least show that! Plus, it wasn't my fault the victims were home that day, they should've seen it coming!

"Not much. We just came to ask if you want to uh train with us since we have nothing else to do." Jason replies.

Train?

"Well get ready to get that Toy making behind of yours kicked. I'm going to show you a true battle." Jason smirked at my comment. This time, it was no regular smirk. It was his rare smirk.

"Bring it on, little girl."

"Oh don't worry, I'm bringing it pretty boy."

Jason and I ran outside. As soon as our feet touched that moist ground, it was battle. I bring out my trusty weapon as he brings out his... Toys Walking. Toys. If they begin acting like zombies from the Walking Dead, I'm leaving.

"Ready?" Jason yelled from the far end of the field. "Set?" One more word. "Battle!"

And soon, we were off. We ran at each other and I gave the first punch under the jaw. It's pretty easy with a sword in your hand. Jason stumbled back a few steps before his composer returned. The toys were still stuck in place, they haven't moved yet. Jason pulled out a knife from his back pocket and swung it down on me, fast. If I was delayed any longer, you can kiss me goodbye. Luckily, my sword clashed with his knife and it stayed that way for a while creating the usual 'clings' and 'clangs'.

"Give up, sweetie..." Ugh. His voice disgusts me.

"Sorry loser but I fight to win."

"Alright then."

....He hit me... On the eye! I stumbled back but straightened up. Without thinking, I stab my knives in his stomach. The tips rip through the other side of him causing him to bleed badly. We stood there in shock for a while.

"J-Jason... I-I-" I wasn't able to apologize. He collapsed.  The swords just slid out of him and stayed in my death grip of a hand.

"Sh*t Swan! You didn't need to do that!" LJ yelled as he came running to where we were. Wait, they were watching?

"It wasn't purposely done. Chillax!" I yell. Seriously, though. They need to calm down.

"It's fine. We'll call Slenderman and he'll fix this mess." I nod my head and look as EJ who was already summoning him now. Slender teleported a few moments after.

He took Jason and went inside my cabin. He set the unconscious killer on my couch and began healing them up. After a while, Slenderp hands me a bottle.

"If he wakes up, give him this. It's a spell potion. It was made by the finest which before she died. Take care." And just like that he was gone!

Geez, he doesn't talk a whole lot, does he?

"Whatever." I mumble. I grabbed a blanket and chair and put them in the living room. It's dead quiet. Cynthia must've went on a run while we were sparring. Fuunnn... I placed the sarcasm there. Yes. I placed the blanket on top of Jason and sat on the chair. Hopefully all of the bandages will stop the bleeding. And to talk about my health, I am not sick much anymore. Slendy's an actual life saver. I can be the emotionless Swan everyone knows.... Ok I'm not emotionless. And I have no idea why, but it breaks my heart seeing Jason like this. I've never really cared about whether I killed or injured someone.

But...

Why do I suddenly care now?

Are the toys still out there too? Eh, I'll get them tomorrow...