(Cameron's POV)
FLASHBACK!!
Sam the Smasher. The name is just right for me. My black hair tickles my forehead, and I brush it away. I cannot see anything, for it was very dark out. I hide in my tree, a weeping willow with pink flowers. I love weeping willows. But I hate pink. But I don't want to change anything about this tree. I hear a sound, the sound of footsteps and I crouch down, ready to pounce on my very first victim. I have never killed before, so I'm a little scared. I don't know if I really should kill he/she, or if I should just leave it. I clutch my sledgehammer until my hand started to hurt. The sledgehammer was the reason behind the name. I'll send a warning to the world, show the world what happens when you don't care. I am only nine, but I am fierce, strong, and ready for battle. The footsteps get nearer, until they are right in front of my tree. I jump down, landing behind them, making them jump.
"Hello," the person says. He has a mans voice, so I know the gender. I cock my head to the side.
"Why aren't you scared? Don't you think I'm ugly?" I asked.
"No. Shouldn't I asked that question?" he asked. His skin glowed, because it was pure white. I saw his face, a grin carved on his face, his eyelids were burnt off, and his long black hair made me jealous. He was wearing a white hoodie, black pants, and black boots. He was cute. I waved my hand in dismissal, making a pff sound.
"You look fine," I said. I didn't know who he was, but I had heard about a killer. I heard the shifting of feet, and the thud of a back hitting bark. He crossed his arms.
"Get off my tree," I snarled through clenched teeth.
"I don't see your name on it," he said. I shoved him aside, knowing I had carved my murderer name on it. I felt around until I felt the scratched name on it. I point to it.
"You didn't have to be so literal," he grumbled. I smirked. I felt fingers brush my cheek and I winced, not liking it when people touch me. I heard rustling, and I tensed when I felt hands on my hips. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and my hairs stood up.
"I find you very attractive Cameron . . . Melody . . . Spratt, so I made up a little tune just for you. Would you like to hear it?" He asked. I hesitated, than nodded, curious how he thought I was attractive. I froze when I felt his body close to mine, and I tensed when I felt something poke me in the back, because he was so tall, and I was so . . . short. Is it what I think it is? He chuckled in my ear, and kissed my neck.
"H-how d-d-d-do you f-find me a-attractive? H-h-h-h-how d-do you k-know m-my n-n-name?" I stuttered and moaned out the question.
"That's a good question. I guess the heart wants what it wants. And I've been watching you Cameron, and I like what I see," he said, and I blushed, deeply.
"I promise to warn the world about who you are," he reassured me.
"Sing me the tune, please," I said politely.
He hummed a beautiful song. I climbed my tree, and stared up at the sky, listening to him as he hummed to me. He climbed the tree and pulled me into his arms. I curled up like a ball on his chest, and realized . . . I think I like him. Like a big brother. Like Carson, my big brother that protects me, who trusted me, until I hurt him. Anger had taken over me, and I hurt him. And everyone else. A centimeter of sanity came back before I was able to get to my sisters house. I almost hurt my one sister. I had cut people's backs, others . . . I stopped thinking completely when I felt his breath on my neck. He shifted and kissed my forehead. His phone rings, he answered, yelled at the person on the other line, and told me he had to go. I frowned, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. Than, I kissed his jaw, and work my way to his neck. I bit his neck, the flavor exploding in my mouth. He groaned, and I put my cold hand in his shirt. He yelped and flinched.
"God! Your hands are freezing!" He yelled. I winced.
"There's no need to yell," I stated. He cleared his throat and nodded. I went back to kissing his neck, and found his sweet spot. He let out a low moan, and sank deeper. I continued to bit his bare collarbone, and his moans were music to my ears. After awhile I went back to his neck. He guffaws.
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you a little young to be doing that?" He asked.
"It matters. How old are you?"
"Thirteen. And you? No wait. I already know. Nine. That means you're too young," he said. I frowned. Didn't he like it when I kissed his skin?! I guess he doesn't love me. I fought back tears. He pulled me from his arms and set me aside.
"What's your name?" I asked and my voice almost cracked.
"Jeff the Killer," he answered, and left.
(Jeff POV)
I wished to stay and see what else she knows to do, but she was too young. My neck still tingled from her lips and teeth on it. My body still hummed her name when she found my sweet spot. God! She knew my body too well! I love her. I want her. But, I'll have to wait. Maybe another day. She's mine! MINE MINE MINE!!! I will protect her until she is ready. Ready to be mine. But for now I'll let her grow up. I continued to walk in the direction of the Creepypasta Mansion. I opened the door and was attacked by black and red. I ruffled Smile Dog's fur. He let out a pleasured grunt. I laughed and shoved him off of me.
"Hey, ass-face. Slendermans looking for you. Ooh! You're in trouble! Lol," Ben (the fuck-face) teased. I shoved him aside and went to my room thinking about Cameron. She was pretty. Pretty cute! Ooh! Damn, I'm becoming Ben. I got to get away from here. I heard stomping, and fear - FEAR - overwhelmed me. Slendy appeared before my bed and grabbed my throat. Gurgling sound came from my throat.
"You never ever call me Slendy, and you NEVER TALK BACK TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screeched. His grip tightened. Trenderman popped his head - thankfully - around the corner.
"Sly (Slenderman secretly likes the nickname. But no one else can call him the other than his brothers. Maybe Cameron/me will be allowed to call him that. Just maybe), please don't get angry at Jeffrey. Please. It's only a nickname. And he didn't really talk back. He was just curious if he could hang out a little longer with his little future girlfriend," Trendy stated. I gurgled an agreement. It didn't hurt, I was in the habit of breathing, and this was a bit uncomfortable, and ok maybe it did it hurt. A shit ton of pain.
"I HATE the nickname, and he will never, ever, see his tiny little brat again," he said, but dropped me anyway. I cough quietly, and got up. Trendy ran to Slendy and begged.
"Don't be like that Sly! Come on! Please don't be like that! Please," Trendy pouted. God, he's so gay! Lol! Slendy sighed.
"Fine. I don't mean it. But, if you call me Slendy one more time, NO MORE CAMERON!" He snarled through clenched teeth (I think he has teeth. Idk lol). I nodded gladly and shove them out of my room. I slammed the door shut, leaned against the door, and slid on my ass, sighing in exhaustion and sadness. If yøu call me Slendy øne møre time, NØ MØRE CAMERØN!!!! His harsh words made tears come to my eyes. I have to see her. So, when night fell again, I snuck out and found a tiny Cameron, curled up in a ball, sleeping. I pulled her into my arms, waking her. She sat up right and kiss my cheek. I smiled.
"I love you," I mumbled uncontrollably.
"I love you too," she said happily, and kissed my forehead.
TODAY!!
(Cameron's POV)
The plastic blonde bitch screamed for her life as she ran, but I was quicker. Her arms wailed in the are in a gay man way. Her running was so derpy! Lol.
"Run run as fast as you can, for I'm the gingerbread man! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" I caught up to her and smashed her with my sledgehammer. She exploded to bits, now a puddle in the Sledge Forest, aka my forest. Named it myself. Well, not really. Some teenagers named it after they saw me kill, and word got around. Jeff had kept his promise when he said he would spread the word about me. I licked the blood off my sledgehammer. After Jeff had killed this one whore who had slept with her daddy's friend, he had written, in the persons blood on the wall, Beware of Sam the Smasher! God, I miss him. He had written a story about me and posted it. He's so sweet. I heard footsteps, and ran in the direction I had heard it. I was blood crazy. I saw this one had black hair . . . and a w-white h-hoodie. A-and a-a k-k-knife! It's Jeff! I ran faster, catching up to him. I saw he was chasing a brunette. She screamed, and looked behind, her eyes widening . . . and she ran into a tree. What a klutz. I thought. He stopped, and I stopped too. She was unconscious. I watched him crouch down beside her. He slit her throat, whispered "go to sleep" and carved a smile on her face. I clapped, making him jump. He quickly turned, and put his knife to my neck. I rolled my eyes. He froze, giving me enough time to disappear.
"C-Cameron? I didn't mean to hurt you! Please come out!" He shouted at the trees. I giggled, and he looked up. I smiled at him from the top of the tree.
"But you did hurt me. And you meant it. Because you hurt my feelings. I thought you would come back, and we would be best friends. But you let me down. You kept your promise on spreading the word, but you never came back. And it hurt me badly," I said innocently, pouting.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just wanted you to grow up. You were too young," he said.
"What do you mean by 'too young'? Too young for what?" I asked.
"Love," he answered simply. I cocked my head to the side. Love was my weakness.
"I don't do love. I'll never outgrow my hatred for love," I spat out. Now it was his turn to cock his head to the side. I'm not a people's person. I don't really connect, and I'm too different. But . . . I have a HUGE crush on him. I do hate love. But I would love love if love involved Jeff.
"So, you don't love me?" His voice cracked. His eyes teared up, and a tear ran down his cheek. I jumped to the ground, and went on my tippy toes to whip the tear away. I smiled at him.
"I do love you. But only you. And only you love me," I said reassuringly.
"What about the fanboys that want to be in your pants, and the fangirls that want to suck what's under my pants?" He asked. I didn't tell him I was one of those fangirls that wants his cock. I just couldn't. I licked my lips.
"Did they notice us before we became hot murderers? No. Do you see hot chicks lining up at your door before they beat your sanity out of you? No. Do you see boys bending backwards when I fell? No. Did anyone even say hi? I don't think so. They just love us now that we're famous!" I shouted. He nodded understandingly.
"Can I have a hug? Maybe a kiss? It doesn't matter where," he asked. I smirked. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I pulled him close and placed my lips on his. He tasted wonderful. The taste of blood, sweet pastries, and his faded, can barely remember but now I remember skin. God! He tasted capital a-ma-zing! I slipped my tongue in his mouth, and he kissed me back. He twirled his tongue around mine, and my crotch tingled.
(Jeff's POV)
She. Tasted. DELICIOUS!! As. Hell. My cock grew hard. Why didn't I kiss her before. She was
- somehow - cuter than I remember. I pulled away from her lips and bit the skin of her neck. She groaned. My phone chirped. DAMN IT!!!!! I went back to kissing her lips. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she groaned in my mouth. I grinned. She pulled away.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" She asked. I waved my hand in dismissal. I heard someone clear their throat, and I instantly knew who it was. Slenderman. Damn. It.
"You had called me Slendy, and I said you couldn't see your little brat, and yet here you are with your little rat tongue in her disgusting mouth," he said calmly. Usually he growls out stuff he's mad. I guess he's not mad. Until he grabbed Cameron and threw her against a tree. She moaned in pain, but got up and hissed at him. Hissed. She's as mad as a hatter. Lol. I should nickname her Hatter. Maybe I will. Cameron did that thing where she runs so fast you think she disappeared. I smiled.