- Jeff's P.O.V. -
I jumped through the window and land in the master bedroom unseen by the young couple making out. I watch the show for about ten minutes before I speak up.
"Nice show; to bad you have to die." I said while clapping my hands.
"Who the hell are you?!?!" yelled the man. "Why are you in our house?!?!" The man got out of bed wearing only boxers and lunged for me.
"You'll have to be faster than that if you want to catch me." I said while stepping to the side, hands in pockets. THe man lunged at me again and caught me; but only because I let him.
"You freak, I should- Wait, y... you're Jeff. Jeff the..."
"Yep. I'm Jeff the Killer." I said. "Now Go. TO. SLEEP!" I yelled while flipping over and stabbing him through the neck. Then, in one swift movement, I jumped off the man and on top of the girl.
"Please, don't hurt me," She begged while beginning to cry. "I'll do whatever you want, just please, don't kill me..."
"Acutally, there is one thing I want you to do." I said as her eyes brightened up. "I want you to GO TO SLEEP!" I yelled as I stabbed the woman in the heart; killing her instantly.
"Well, that was fun." I said while licking the blood off my knife. "I should head back before Slendy gets mad..." I said while jumping out the window, heading back towards the mansion.
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Training Killers
FanfictionHi, I'm Slenderman. But you can call me Slendy. Not Slendsy, not Slenderp, Slendy. If you call me one of those other names, I'll kill you. Anyways, I've begun to notice that everyone here at my mansion have no self control when it comes to their kil...
