Ben, you said you'd like Checkmate, any other creep or oc you'd like to... urhmmmm "get with"
Floating upside down. “Well one I start saying a bunch of stuff when I’m high, but I’m not really attracted to people that way. Although if I would be in any type relationship the people I would pick is Toby and Jane. But it would be more like a Beetlejuice scenario."
{{What about lulu?”}}
“The hippy? Ya I could go out with her as well."
{{Wrong lulu ben.}}
Takes him a moment then his eyes widen then poofs.
I'm coming from the creepypasta vigilante AU blog and I was wondering since they're shipped on that blog,,, could this blogs Imani and Jeff meet? I wonder how these versions of them would interact. I dont know if this blog does those kinds of requests at all because I'm very very new and just know that she's here and obviously so is he... if you dont feel free to ignore this. I hope you have a wonderful day!!
Imani’s eye was closed, her hands in the air as she moved her body to the beat. She could feel in the air surrounding her, and she felt people’s sweaty bodies touching hers. She would shy away from people touching her usually, as it reminded her of the night that made her what she now was, but tonight was special. She was out on a mission, a mission to find a target. She was in one of the shadiest nightclubs she had ever been to, and by that alone, it was her favorite. The horny, drunk, and high people surrounding her weren’t bothered by her scars being that they were too faded to give a fuck and that’s what she liked about it. Not only that but they didn’t ask for an ID.
She moved from the center of the swarm and to the edge, finally breaking through the throng of bodies and she walked over to the bar. She smiled at the bartender, a friend of hers from a few nights ago. The woman on the other side of the bar poured Imani a shot of whiskey and Imani tilted the shot to her out of respect- that woman was a real one. Downing the liquid, it was like ambrosia to her and there was a familiar warmth that came with it spread throughout her body. She placed the glass upside down on the bar and then turned around, sitting on a stool with one leg crossed over the other with her short dress riding up. Not that she minded. She eyed the crowd with interest, a determined and manic glow in her eye. She was going to find someone to amuse her tonight.
In the crowd, a white dot was moving through the dark, almost as if it wanted to be found. It weaved its way in and out of sight until it disappeared. That’s when Imani heard a slap on the bar and a voice calls out to the bartender.
“A single barrel of the Knob Creek.” The bartender took a 50-dollar bill off the bar and hands the whiskey with a shot glass to a man. He was in a bright white hoodie with its hood up over his head, not letting too many people see his face. At least, what haze most could see though anyways.
“Ah, the good stuff.” He pours himself a shot and downs it. His head shakes with satisfaction and proceeds to pour another shot.
Imani turned towards the man in the white hoodie, a small but amused smile on her face. She watched him pour another shot and then determined then and there that he was going to be her entertainment tonight. If he knew it or not, after all, you don’t dress like that unless you were a drug dealer or into some shady shit. Either of those was good enough for her. Imani beckoned over the bartender once more and slid cash over to her with a smile on her face as the redhead opposite of her poured her another shot of whiskey. Without hesitation, Imani leaned her head back and downed it, closing her eye and relishing the feeling of it traveling down her throat.
“One of the gods’ best gifts to man.”
“Amen to that sister!” He yelled and takes another shot, then follows up with another, then another. Jeff paid no mind to the woman. He is out to relax and not deal with shit at the mansion. Being the person who everyone picked on was a bore. Even more so when he couldn’t gut them like they deserve for making him as irate as he is.
Imani, meanwhile, twirled one of her coils around her finger, eyeing him with interest. She’s bored and wanted entertainment for the night. She chuckled a bit and looked over to him, a smile on her crimson lips. Her accent coated her words as she spoke to him.
“You look like you can handle a few rounds. So, I challenge you,” she pointed one finger at him, “to a drinking contest. Because I’m trying to get fucked up and I need a valid reason. Winner gets…” She reached into her purse and pulled out two 50-dollar bills and set them on the bar, “one hundred dollars. Loser gets to wake up tomorrow with a headache and no hundred dollars.”
Jeff was not listening to the woman, thinking she another drunk cunt. That was until he heard her say drinking contest and the winner gets a hundred bucks/
‘Not a bad idea. Free cash is free cash. Not to mention I could get a free kill when she is knockout drunk.’ he thought to himself. A real smile on his face formed, unseen by the woman sitting close to him. The thoughts only became more devious. He took one more shot, turning the glass upside-down to signal he’s finished. For now, anyway.
“Sure. Why the fuck not? I’ve been having a shitty fucking week. I could use a little fun. What’s our poison of choice?” his voice is a bit raspy from the whiskey and excitement. It is unsettling to anyone who isn’t in the crowd that he goes with. Or to those who are not used to the underworld. He puts his hand in his hoodie pocket and grabbed his knife. He lets go of it right away and grabs a wad of cash close by. He pulls out a 50 from it and slams it on the table. He’s known as the legendary drinker at the house for a reason. Now he is going to show this bitch that. Imani called out to the bartender, a smile on her face, one that was unusual for her.
“Gimme a bottle of Jack, please and thank you…” The woman Imani had fucked a couple days ago set the bottle down on the bar. Imani poured the liquid into her shot glass, holding it up to the man she had challenged. He may be the best drinker wherever he’s from, but Imani had a trick up her sleeve. That trick being her god tier level alcohol tolerance. Whether it was from being brought back from the hands of death by a supernatural being that she couldn’t exactly comprehend. Or not, she didn’t know, and as she downed the liquid she didn’t care. If she couldn’t beat him, she was going to match him drink for fucking drink. And after? She was either going to sleep with him and then tear his innards out and spread them across her home like decorations or do the latter. She’d see where the night took her. And with that, the game began, and to her delight, she wasn’t disappointed.
Jeff takes two shots at the same time, one in each hand. Jeff can’t lose when it comes to Jack Daniel’s with a full stomach of food. He was here to have a long night and relax. This contest may shorten it, so she better put up a fight if she is going to interrupt his night off.
As Imani took shot after shot, she realized something. Whether it be the alcohol in her system or what have you, her paranoia was flickering. Something was off about this man, and she wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not. Part of her was screaming fun, fun, fun! The other part of her wanted to retrieve the gun from her purse and blow his brains out for making her feel even a little on edge. Ultimately, she decided to relax. She had plans for tonight, and the plan was to relax and then kill someone, and she would do both. She hummed as the game ended, and they polished off the bottle and she spoke, her accent coming out strong.
“It seems we have a tie, huh?” she had to admit, she’s impressed by how much he could put down. Maybe she wouldn’t kill him. She thought about it for a second. No, she was going to slit his throat regardless of his amazing drinking ability.
“I’ll let you have the hundred, for buying that nice bottle of Jack. Ciao.” She hopped from her stool, heading towards the door of the nightclub. If he didn’t follow her, he would live she decided. If he did? He’d either eat a bullet or get his throat slit.
In the contest, Jeff saw a moment of panic in her body movement. That made him grin during one of the shots. This caused the liquid to pour out of the slits in his mouth. When she started to leave, he waited for her to leave sigh.
“Not bad…not bad at all.” He said to himself. He grabbed the money he won and decided to tail her. This girl might provide a good night after all, either as a kill or even more money.
“Now for the real fun.” He started to follow her 50 feet away making sure he blends in the crowds of people. If not then the shadows. She never left his sight as he caressed the handle of the blade in his hoodie. It felt natural in his hands, all too natural.
She could feel his presence, she didn’t have to see him know he was following her. She could feel her whole-body humming, and her breathing sped up. Her pupil dilating in excitement as her body adjusted to the chemical changes it was making as her brain tipped into a psychotic episode. She knew this night would be a fun one. She exited the club, breathing in the night air and feeling it fill her lungs. She walked down the street, to her car, her steps rhythmic. She wasn’t wearing heels tonight, she wanted to be silent. And silent she was. The night was still, and she ignored the man’s presence as she walked. One, two, three, pause. In what seemed like no time at all she reached her car, and as she was walking, she adjusted her body in little ways. She swayed a bit, made her steps more uneven, less polished and perfect. She had to play the part, didn’t she? In all honesty, she knew she wasn’t fit to drive and wasn’t going to risk damaging her baby. She had friends a few blocks from the club that she was going to stay with. But this brought the perfect opportunity and she opened her purse, feigning looking for her keys. What she touched was the cold metal of her pistol. No. She shifted her hand a bit and touched the wooden handle of her favorite blade. He had provided her with entertainment, he would get the knife. In her mind, it was much classier than using the gun. And so, she wrapped her fingers around it, taking it out of her purse, as he got closer and her strength, and high, peaked.
He stopped almost on cue when she grabbed the handle of her weapon. He stands under the street light and behind her. Jeff finds it funny that she tried to act drunker than she was. With his years of drinking, he has become an expert of the drunken movements and language. It’s also funny she can’t hide the blood lust of hers. No woman in their right mind would challenge a guy to a drinking contest unless she has friends with her. Although she will say she has balls. She pulls a weapon in public and ready to kill.
“Well…what are you waiting for? I’m ripe for the taking.” He taunts to her, trying to get her to attack first.
As she turned, she couldn’t control the wide smile on her face, and she let out a chuckle. She wasn’t scared, no, she was very interested. Who exactly was this man? She didn’t know if she would consider fucking him now, after all, he looked like the Joker had sex with Deadpool and he happened to be their lovechild. Imani didn’t know if she was into that. She also wasn’t sure how she should let her behavior swing, manic or calculated she eyed him, sizing him up, an occasional manic chuckle escaping her lips as she did so. It was then that she decided to let her fucks blow in the wind and dropped her purse on the ground with a thud.
“Oh, darling. I know you are. You wouldn’t follow me out here for nothin’ would ya?” Then, she launched herself at him. Well, not at him at the street lamp he was standing under. She didn’t know who she saw him as, the many men who had raped her in her lifetime or a plain enemy. But she was going to give him something to fear at night if he made it passed tonight, and with the way she was moving and advancing and toying with him, some may doubt he would.
Jeff stands there as she heads her way. He grabs her knife arm at the last second.
“Must be hard to see with one eye.” he chuckles and with unnatural strength punches her in the gut and goes to try and same here on the ground. Jeff is going to have fun tonight the best way possible and if the cunt is lucky he’ll do her a favor and make her beautiful like him.
Imani felt pain radiate through her torso when he punched her, and the breath knocked from her lungs. He was strong, she’d give him that. Unnaturally strong, like a woman she met in the alleyway of Denny’s one time. She had to admit as she looked at him that she was impressed. But not impressed enough to spare him a left hook. For once she didn’t know if she was going to win this one or come out mostly unscathed and that was what made this fight fun. And oh, was she having the time of her life as her fist connected with his face faster than he could block.
He got knocked back, letting go of her as he stumbled, putting a hand on his cheek. He had to give it to her that she could throw a punch, but that was it. It was only a simple punch in the face. He looks at her with eyes of glee but with worry in them. The worry is because he hopes that this won’t be a letdown like the last few kills he’s had.
“Come on. Is that all you got? I want to have fun and take my time with this. I was expecting to fight a wolf, not a puppy.” He mocked her, hoping to rile her up.
“Here.” He pulls a knife out of his hoodie. Dropping it on the ground, he kicks it towards her with precision. Imani watched him kick the knife over to her, and she kicked it to the side away from herself, tossing her own knife next to it. She preferred hand-to-hand combat anyway. Chuckling to herself before speaking, knowing damn well that he was baiting her. She had grown up with seven stepbrothers, she knew that game well. She also knew that he was a being of brute strength, but she didn’t doubt that he was fast as well. But she knew how to beat someone stronger than her, it’s how she beat her daughter without fail. Turn all their strengths against them.
“I don’t fight like a wolf or a puppy, nguruwe, I fight like a woman. Now make your move, big man.”
‘Interesting.’ Jeff thought to himself. Not taking the bait mean she been through this type of game before. No matter, he had met people who played this game. He always won in the end anyway, no matter the other person’s experience.
Jeff took a step, then two, then he made a mad dash at her. Going low below the stomach to knock her on the ground. If he could get on top then it would be game over for her, but that’s no fun. So, he shuddered at the last second to see if she can counterattack. No point on ending this so soon.
The scarred woman knew he was holding back as he charged at her but didn’t mind it. After all, he was still proving to be rather entertaining. She was hyper-aware of everything going on around her as she feigned to the left. She then changed her movements at the last moment, going right, drawing her fist back before slamming it into his side. She backed out of his immediate range of motion, she knew he was stronger than her. So, she knew that she had to use her speed. She had places to be, and sugar daddies and mommies to leech money from.
The blow knocked him off balance but he was able to catch himself by putting his left hand on the ground to form a sideways three-point stand. He pushed himself back up and charge at her again, with more speed this time. His arms are wide open ready to grapple the girl like the bug in a Venus-flytrap. Still not going all in. Still making his assault flawed. Although he looks a bit aggravated despite his smile.
She analyzed him for a brief second before meeting him head-on. One step, two steps, and… three. She delivered a fast kick to his chest, her right foot flat against his sternum, leaning into it to make sure the kick didn’t roll off him. He was leaving himself wide open when he rushed at her. Why?
“You deliberately leave yourself open. Either you’re an idiot, or you know that if you kill me right now, you’ll get bored after. Or it’s a little of both. Either kill me now or stop stringing me along. I’ve got shit to do. And I’m cold.”
He snorted with aggravation, responding, “I was hoping you were holding back, but now I see you aren’t-”
He pulls out the second knife from the seat of his pants and stabs it in her leg as he recoiled back from her kick. He then shoves her off and get on top of her and aim the knife at her face and strike and yells, “You should go to sleep then!”
She felt the red-hot pain and uncomfortable near itchiness of the knife entering her leg and she gritted her teeth in frustration, drowning out the pain. That was going to be a bitch to heal. Before he could plunge the knife into her face, she jolted her head to the left, seeing it go right next to where her head had before been. She was fine with getting stabbed and dying. But by a knife that already had her leg blood on it? No sir. She reached into her mouth, getting the razor blade under her tongue and slashing at his hand that was holding the knife, aiming to force him to drop it. She didn’t want to kill him. She knew someone who would adore tearing into him. Especially after he had, you know, fucking stabbed her.
He was not expecting a for a razor from there, so he had no time to mentally ready himself. The blade released from his grasp and it dropped next to her head with me the sound of metal hitting the concrete. This made his mood changed like a coin flipping over. His smile grew wider, almost too wide.
“That’s more like it!” He goes to grab the knife again and puts his right hand on her throat to makes sure she can’t move her head again.
She had to resist the urge to scream like a banshee when his hand wrapped around her throat. She did not like that, no she did not. Fuck that noise. Her eyes darted to his other hand reaching for the knife by her head. She balled up her left hand into a fist, swinging as hard as she could in the awkward position, aiming for his jaw. She hated not being on top, she really, really did.
It hits, although not very effective it did stun him for a second. She felt his hand loosen around her throat and felt slight relief. But he still wasn’t from her, and she wanted him off. She counted each hard thump of her heart as she became too anxious for logic. This situation was all too familiar for her comfort. That’s when she heard it- sirens. Police sirens, close by. She didn’t know if they were for her and her opponent, and she didn’t care. She didn’t want to be here if they came, that’s for certain. So, she settled on the last resort. Her nails. If she couldn’t get him off, she was sure as hell at least going to take at least one of his gross eyes with her. She wanted out.
He looks away seeing the red and blue lights coming their way and a sigh of disappointment came from his lips. It then turned into a loud groan of annoyance as more air fled his lungs.
“Well. Shit fuck that sucks. Just when it was starting to get fun. Sorry to eeeeeeeeeeeend!?” He sees the nails coming for the nope zone. He hopped back and stopped her chest hard.
“BITCH!!!”
“FREEZE!” An officer points a gun at Jeff.
Jeff smiles at him and b-lines at him. Bullets shoot at him, some hitting their mark, but it doesn’t slow him down. He scooped up the first knife he dropped earlier and tackles the cop. His knife plunged down on him many times. Hearing metal pierce flash, then hitting bones as the cop fell to the ground dead from the impact. He then looks at the girl on the ground showing her on how much he was holding back.
Imani saw this as an opportunity to get up and book it. Yanking the door open, she jumped into the car peeling away from the cops and the parking lot. This was already a stolen car, all she needed to do was ditch it in a lake or something. Yes, it was her baby, but her life was more necessary than anything else. It’ll get rid of the evidence for a while, and she needed to duck down at a friend’s place. That’ll work, for now.
Oh fuck I just got some evil angsty ideas: what’s Jeff’s (and everyone else’s I guess) reaction to Ben or EJ being kidnapped by the SCP in one of their raids
Jeff: “Fuck, we lost the doc!”
Toby: “And Ben too!”
Jeff: “We lost the doc! Who the fuck is Ben!?”
Slender: “Jeff…..”
Jeff: “Do we have to rescue the green smurf?”
Slender: “Unless you know someone that can use computers and go through them….“
Jeff: “Wellllll there is so soni-AGHHHHH!!!!” Jane spared Windex in his eyes as he was speaking.
Jane: “What do you think will be the best approach Slender?"
Slender: "We need to intersect them at the next gate. Leave no survivors and no chance for them to call for back up.”
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! We got 10 minutes before you all start hiding so shut the fuck up and listen close! I don't want to repeat myself!"
A white, pale man with greasy black, moppy, rats nest head of hair and a permanent, long smile speaks to the crowd of Halloween guests of the Slender's Halloween mansion party. The Slenderman runs this party every year for a time of rest and festivities, but we are not here for that. We are here for the grand finale of the party and tha- "I SAID WE ONLY GOT 10 MINUTES!!!!" Jeff yelled again interrupting everyone's conversations. Once they quieted down he starts explains the rules of the party's legendary manhunt.
"The rules are simple! At 11:40 the hunted will have 20 minutes to hide wherever they like as long it's not in the buildings! Once it is midnight that's when the real fun begins! The hunters will have 6 hours to find and locate all the hunted!"
"That sounds easy enough." a random man said in the crowd.
Jeff retorted immediately, "Wrong! The thing is this is not a simple a tag you’re out!" The smile on his face somehow grows wider.
"You keep going until you get captured! In other words, if we take you back to the mansion then you are out, but don't worry! You can use whatever method to avoid being captured that is not killing! Be warned it's a two-way streak of anything you do will come back! Got it!?" There is a murmur in the crowd of people.
"I SAID GOT IT!!!?" His voice boomed that made everyone jumped and they all murmured, responding yes in various ways.
"Good! Now the game starts now! GOOOOO!!!!" He yells pointing towards the woods.
On cue everyone starts charging into the woods, marking as much noise as possible. It was about 3 minutes until things started quieting down.
"Well this is going to be fun." he says to himself then pulls out a radio and continues, "So I call dibs on the big harry jock."
A female voice responds in a sarcastic manner, "Ooooooof course you do. What is with you and big buff men? Do you swing both ways and don’t tell anyone?"
"SHUT THE SHIT UP JANE!" He roars.
"Shut the shit up? What the fuck is up with your speech pattern? And is there really anything wrong in going against the grain, so to speak?" A calm, firm male speaks up.
Jeff turns around to see who spoke up. The guy was shorter than him but held an aura that could set normal people off. Luckily for Jeff, he was not a normal person. He wore an orange jacket pulled up to his neck and had a mask on with a black outline around the eyes and lips. He even put eyebrows on it.
“Why the fuck do you care how I speak!?” Jeff screamed at him, getting up in his face. The other male stood there, arms crossed over his chest, looking at the ugly man in his face
“Because you make the rest of us look like dumb asses.” Masky retorted, his voice still steady. Jeff growled looking into Masky’s eyes, unblinking. For him, it was because both he can’t and because he didn’t want to back down.
“You know if you keep looking at me like that, people might get the wrong idea,” Masky told to him. With that, he patted Jeff’s shoulder and took a few steps back. Jeff could feel a shit eating grin under that mask of his, and that pissed him off. Jeff watched him take a few steps back and groans. He didn’t care, not enough to start a fight now. He had a hunt to go have fun with, and with that, he pulls out a phone to check the time. 12:00am. Time to start the hunt.
He pulls out a CD that has ‘Spread the Word.’ written across it in black marker. Jeff whistled and throws the disc to where it morphed into a large black and deep red furred dog. It had a smile as big, if not wider, than Jeff's. It came up to his chest, almost eye to eye with the guy. That smile appeared to be near human, only with a few sharp canines to tell the difference.
"Alright, Smile follow the scent of jockstraps and axe!" He barks out as an order to the mutt. After about 5 minutes, visual displeasure was on the dog's face and it looks at Jeff. He whined and gave a small yip to get his attention.
"You got it?" Jeff questioned the obvious. Smile nods with discomfort, not enjoying this sent in its nose.
"Then lead the way!" He yells with excitement. The dog huffed and followed the sent, trotting along.
"Then lead the way!" He yells with excitement. The dog huffed and followed the sent, trotting along.
They traveled for 3 miles marking sure not to make a noise. 30 minutes have passed in the travel and Jeff has noticed that smile has been acting skittish.
"Smile. You OK? You not acting like yourself." Jeff asked the dog in a whisper.
Smile looked at him and simply said, "Spread the word......." in response.
"I knew I should have brought my phone. I can't understand what the fuck you’re saying." He huffed in annoyance.
Smile sighed and continue forward, stop in his tracks. The red dog is looking east with a face of unease. 1-2-3 minutes went by. Smile was like a statue, in blinking. Jeff looks hard in the dark woods he can almost make ou- snap! They both look towards the opposite direction and sees a girl freeze upon seeing the smiling duo.
"Well, what do we have here? It looks like a little mouse went out of its hole and then set off a trap." Jeff stated forming a wicked grin on his face.
The girl starts to back away feeling panic and dread the longer she looks at him.
"Let's have fun shall we." Smile bolts after the girl.
The moment that sudden movement happened she started to run from the dog and screaming, "Brian!!!! Brian!!!!! Help!!!!! Brian!!!!" Her cries echo throughout the forest among other screams in the distance.
She can hear the dog snickering to her pleas for help. This made her run even faster not even watching her surroundings as a white blur goes to sidelines her. They both hit the ground and a pair of hands grasp the girl's throat and she sees the shadow of Jeff's face under the moonlight. Her eyes widen as she tries in desperation to fight against his grasp and then punches Jeff in the eye.
"Mother bitching cock shitter!!!!" Jeff relied back in pain. She pushes him off and goes to get back up until a sharp pain flashed through her in her right leg.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" She howled in pain and looks to see the giant red dog sank its teeth deep inside her. She tries in desperation to kick the dog off, but gets slammed down and feels a weight on her back.
"Oooooh, you are going to pay for that bitch!" Jeff says as he grabs her hair and starts to slam her head on the ground. She cries in pain over and over again. As he is about to give the knock out something stops him. The sense that he eyes watching him. He looks at Smile and sees he has taken notice as well. Before Jeff says anything, something slams into the side of his head. It sent him flying off the girl into a tree.
"FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" Jeff shrieks in pain. Smile looks at the attacker and his jaw pried open on the girl's leg. Smile tries to fight back, but the attacker lifts the dog by the throat. It then baseball bat swings Smile agents a tree. A whimper escapes before he turns back into a disk.
When this happened, a force hit Jeff. Jeff saw this happening and realized that its the guy he is looking for. He then gets up rubbing the side is his head feeling blood leaking out. And stares the football player down with both anger and excitement.
"About damn time I found you. I have been itching for a real fight all night." Jeff says now having a good examination of the man. He was a bit, he was harried, and he was angry. Jeff's smile becomes warped.
"You're going to regret hurting Julia." The football player responded brandishing a branch.
"Who? the bitch? Oooooh. You misunderstood. I was trying to pretty up that cadaver face of hers." He snorted at the half-conscious girl lying on the ground.
"BASTARD!!!" The jock howled and charges Jeff swinging the branch at full force. Seeing that he took the bait he doges the blow and jumps onto his back. He did take a fist full of the hair on the back of the jocks head. Pulling it to the left to make his neck exposed. Jeff managed to get 3 good hits on the right of the neck before the football players jumps and drops on top of Jeff.
"Gah!!" Chocked out by having the large man's weight crushing him. The jock then rolls around and sits on top of Jeff. Knees on arms and starts whaling on Jeff's head.
"Ha.....haha.....hahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Jeff cackled after many blows to the face. This made the large man stops his fury of blows. Unperturbed by Jeff's reaction. Then he feels a burning pain in his left leg. The jock yelped that gave Jeff the moment to shove him off and got back on his feet. The jock looks at his leg. It was sizzling and oozing with blood. He then looks at Jeff, seeing him hold a blade gleaming in the moonlight of white and crimson.
"S-silver!? How did you-" he was then interrupted.
"Easy fang face. The moment you charged at me you're eyes when's yellow.
"Who the fuck are you!!!???" The jock demanded an answer.
"Ooooh. Me?" His smile has grown from cheek to cheek.
"I'm just the guy that's looking for a fun night." At that moment the werewolf felt a drastic shift in the atmosphere. A flood of dread and bloodlust is radiating off of the pale man in front of him and start to see that his feature us become more define. More menacing. Jeff can see the terror on the wolfs face and laughs at it.
"Is the lil puppy going to piss himself? To think that you're still not housebroken at this point." The wolf starts to back away not sure what to do. He is dealing with a killer. His breathing increase to quicker shorter bursts. He needed to run. He needs to escape. He needs to-. He then hears a moan of pain. He looks over to see Julia. She is covered in dirt and blood. Feeling retreats that he got her in this mess, but he will be the one to get her out and make this psycho pay for what he did.
"Oh?" Jeff tilts his head to the side. He now sees the werewolf's breathing has calmed then a growl can be heard. His eyes shifted away from the girl to Jeff. The man finally spoke.
"Well.....if it's fun you want....THEN I THINK YOU DON'T MINED BEING MY CHOW TOY!!!!!!"
The large man started to jerk in odd angles. His bones and tendons started to pop and snap as they shuffled. Pop. Snap. Craaaack! His size to half his normal size. Silver fur sprouted out of his arms, legs, chest...OK, you get it. It's a lot of hair. His skin stretched showing the bones shifting within his body as for his clothes ripped and tear off of him. His mouth starched forward forming a muzzle, along with his ears became pointed and parched on top of his head. Jeff watched as this happened. Amused by the transformation.
"So is the real fun is about to begin?" Jeff asked the werewolf that was the man before him. The wolf responded by pouncing on to Jeff. It's teeth going for his throat. Jeff oofed as he hit the ground. His hand on the wolfs neck. Keeping the jaws at bay, but not it's breath for it smells like decay. Jeff not sure what to do for the beast is stronger than him and is keeping it's maw away. As a last ditch effort. He longed his head flowed and chopping on the wolf's nose. A shriek can be heard from the man dog and jumps back. Giving Jeff the opportunity to make a counter attack. He hops to his feet and goes charging at the wolf at top speed. The werewolf gets on its feet goes for another lunge at Jeff, but sees him shrink right before they impacted. WHACK!!! The wolfs eyes widen and holed in pain and it drops to its side going over Jeff.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Jeff is laughing as the oversize wolf grabs his nether regions. It took a minute for the wolf regain composure. Jeff is still laughing and has not taken note.
"HAHAHAH-GHHHHAAAA!!!" Jeff's laughs of joy morphed into a cry of pain as the werewolf claws at his back and blood gushed out as the skin tars open. Jeff stabs the silver knife into the wolfs arm in response. Getting a whimpering cry out. It turned into a slugfest of blades and claws. Turning Jeff's hoodie and the wolf's claws a deep glimmering red. Both are breathing heavy, staring each other down. Jeff could have killed him by now but would prefer this than dealing with slender's wrath. His vision blurs a bit due to the blood loss and can tell the werewolf is too.
"Just need to figure out how to end this....." Jeff thought to himself. He then sees the girls body. "That's it!" He looks at the wolfman.
"Hey, Fido! Catch!" Jeff throws the knife at the now unconscious girl.
The werewolf did not miss a beat and hurls itself to shield the girl and the knife plants itself dead in the wolfs back. It pulls the weapon out.
Jeff runs and grabs the branch that the wolfman used on him and yells, "SWING BATTER BATTER!!!!!" Jeff swings the branch as hard as he can to the wolfs head. Tt ducked in time and was about to strike Jeff until they both heard a high pitched scream that echoes throughout the woods
This the slight pause was long enough for Jeff to get a second swing in hitting the connecting point of the jaw and throat. This sends the wolf flying back hitting the ground hard.
Jeff went charging up to make a follow-up hit but stops seeing that the beast is unconscious. He then takes a deep breath and drops to the ground."
Well. I know I won't get the jackpot tonight." He said to himself.
Clap.....clap....clap....
A slow clapping can be heard behind the tree line. Jeff takes notice and then stiffed. That sensation of being watched has returned.
"Alright. Who the bitch are you and why have you been following me?!" Jeff yelled out to his unseen spectator.
"Me? Oh, I'm just a fan. That's all. May I say not bad work." A voice responded. It was calm and smooth. It made Jeff felt uneasy.
"Oh? A fan." He gets up and draws his second knife. "If you like I can sign you an autograph. If you like?"
The voice laughs in response "oh thank you, but I already have one. What I'm here for is to invite you to my show."
"Show you say?" Jeff is growing more intrigued.
"Yes. It's about to have its finale and I want you to be my guest star. It will me give me great pleasure if you join." Jeff can't seem to pin down where the voice is coming from.
"And if I refuse?" Jeff questioned. Ready to make a run for it. Knowing full well he can't deal with another fight.
"JEFF!!!! GET BACK TO THE MANSION!!!! WE ARE BEING ATTACKED!!!!" Jane's voice is yelling out the walkie-talkie in a panic. Jeff goes to reach for it and make a bolt for it but stops himself in time feeling an edge of a blade on his throat.
"You think you have a choice in the matter." The voice is behind him now. Jeff tries to react but feels a syringe put in his neck. Afterward, he back of his knee is kicked, knocking Jeff to the ground.
"JEFF!!! JEFF!!! JE-" the walkie-talkie has turned off. Jeff gets on his hands and knees, gasping. The world is spinning around him. He was then pushed over on his back. He sees a figure of a man over him. His vision is too hazy to make out who it is. The figure bends down next to him and simply says,
"Shhhhhhhhh. Go to sleep." Then the world turned black.....
Jeff, Katie, Jane and Ben I really love u all lmao but anywho out of all the creeps and ocs -points the the groul of creeps and ocs- who would u like to meet, hang out with and get to know romantically
“Well, I’d probably like to meet Toby, Jeff, Masky Jace, Jane, Bloody Painter, Puppeteer, and Clockwork. And also hang out with Toby, Masky, Ruby, Jane, Char, and Jeff. Though right now, there really isn’t anybody I want to get know romantically. It’s too much of a risk for me.” Katie says with a shrug.
"YoOoOoOoOo.......checkers chick could hit it offffff.......She is bored games im Video games. It's a match made in heaVEN! Also I'm sure I can calm nerves if we hook uuuuup."
{{Ben you're high off your ass and her name is Checkmate (-_-;)}}
“Mariah doesn’t seem like she would be too much of a bother. Her personality, shy of course, seems rather calm in comparison to the others. Imani would be wonderful to hang out with too.” Jane responded, musing.
Jeff looks at everyone and turns away. "Fuck those ugly basters! All I need the only need three guys in my life to make me happy!" He goes to 3 large mirrors is smiles wide at his reflection. "Me, myself, and I."
((So we decided to start up allowing OC submissions to the mafia or into the world in general! So let’s start up with Mr. ECs OC, Jace!))
Cutthroat Jace is what his full CP name, the full actual name is Jason Romero Rodriguez. He is 24 years old.
A little on him. When he was only thirteen years of age, like how much first time CP OCs are, he was attacked by Jeff. He cut open his mouth and was about to do what he did to Jane, douse him in bleach and set him on fire to “make him beautiful” just like him. As he pulled out the bleach another figure came in and attacked Jeff. A woman in a dark black outfit, black hair, and a mask with black lipstick and black eyes. They fought, and she ended up chasing Jeff off.
More or less from that day Jace was shocked and couldn’t recover, running away. He found shelter where he could, but the loneliness kinda got to him as the phenomenon from Jeff seeped into his mind. It wasn’t his choice to pick up on his attacker’s habits, but he couldn’t help it.
Unlike Jeff, he didn’t go slaughtering everyone he saw willy-nilly. He stalks them, collected a group, and puts on what he calls a “Slaughter Show”. He lets the group decide what is going to happen to them. Normally they turn and start to kill one another, which isn’t what he wants but he won’t stop it finding it entertaining. He wants to give them a fair fight against him, and even tosses down knives sometimes for them to fight with against him despite it possibly being 3v1. If they can survive long enough against him, he will give them a prize and set them free to go back to their lives. This has yet to happen.
The main reason is either two outcomes. Practice for his fight with Jeff or someone can stop his killing spree.
He has loose connections to Jane but lost it when he gave her a warning “You stop any of my shows, I’ll be sure to make you the star in the next one.”
He is still hunting for Jeff to give him some payback for what he did, and how he infected him to this day.
((Vote here if you like him or not ---> http://www.strawpoll.me/16565364 ))
