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Decided to draw you guys one last CreepyPasta pic before I take a break of the fandom.
Not going to completely stop drawing CreepyPasta, just saying.

Anyways, I've always wanted to draw a pic of everyone becoming their pasta story.

Jeff is currently killing Liu, Jack lost his eyes (for my canon story on how he turned into 'Eyeless Jack'), Ben's body near his house, Jane coming home to her dead family from Jeff killing them, Sally's crime scene after being discovered, Masky and Hoody with their master, Slenderman.

So yeah. It's half-assed all around, I tired having that sketchy look in the beginning. But I think it only worked for Jeff cause... well.. he's a character that can be pulled off with sketchy lineart...

ANYWAYS. Hope you guys like it! :'D

Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, BEN, Jane the Killer, Masky and Hoody, Slenderman © Their rightful owners
Sally/Art © Shilo Rose/ *Kiki-Hyuga
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Don't Go to Sleep... You Won't Wake Up

(Jeff the Killer and Jane the Killer are from a series of anonymously authored short horror copy-pasted (Copy-Pasta) stories, known as Creepy Pasta. Other well known Creepy Pasta entities are Slender Man and the Rake)

edit 7/22: However, Jane the Killer's stories are authored by :iconangrydogdesigns:
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The reason why they were gonna drink non alcoholic was because they were going on a killing spree later; but dammit Kage is right, watching Jeff dance around drunk is more entertaining.

はい~! - Hai~! - Yes~!

Jeff is singing a section of chorus from this song [link] 'Up in smoke' by Hollywood Undead. Been looking for an excuse to put a reference to this song.

Question by :iconrainbowskittlesxd:

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And I had to cut Jeff off with the answer box because if I drew all of him it would take to long and I need to go to sleep it's late.

And sometimes they have the zip type hoodies, and sometimes they have the other kind. That's so they don't have to take it all off sometimes.
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Jack is the only one who's willing to sing XD The others are like 'I'm not singing for you guys screw you.' Maybe it's because Jack is the best singer out of those three.

And Jeff is still paranoid, it might be getting worse; poor guy. He should just get drunk and calm down.

Interesting thing is; I've never actually heard that song. I've heard people singing it, over and over and over and over and you get the idea. But I've never actually heard the real thing. Same thing was with the song 'Friday', until I did hear it, and I'm like 'the other people sing it better :I'

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Slenderman usually isn't freaked out by fangirls, but if he has to be stuck in a room with them. All the touching and hugging and groping and squeeing; he just can't stand it. Sacrifice Jeff, that's his answer.

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Oh Slendy, you love walking around with no shirt don't ya?

Poor Jeff, this is the second time Slenderman threw him against a wall. But the first time he had a good excuse because they were high and the cookies were in danger; now there's not a very good excuse, bad Slendy.

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Pyramid head can drive; who would of thought that he could. Must of been hell to get in there, and would be hell to get out. Poor James lost his car, the maybe the idiot will learn not to leave the CAR DOOR OPEN. Seriously; why is he so damn stupid. Well, that's why I call him 'Lame James'. And Harry Mason is 'Scary Harry'.

So anyway, explanation if you haven't watched/played/know Silent hill 2; the protagonist James Sunderland starts out at a roadside restroom, when you walk outside, you see his car. Which he left the door open. The keys were probably in there too. Then he grabs the silent hill map from the car and leaves. He never closes the friggin' door. Someone probably stole it, unless in one of the endings. Then you see that he still has it.

It's kind of funny because Jeff looks like he's smiling, because Pyramid head driving a car is a pretty funny sight.

And I'm not good at drawing cars. And I'm also not good at vehicle to person proportion. So the car might be a bit to big or small.

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Remember IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST. It often answers questions that most people ask me, if your possible question is not answered in the description, then feel free to ask. I'm getting sick of people asking questions that were clearing answered in the description.
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Creppy Pasta.
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*snifffff* Changed your conditioner? I love it!
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Laughing Jack belong to :iconsnuffbomb: 

Girl (Shedd) it's me -,-
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Rainbow Laughing Jack belongs :iconsnuffbomb:
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This was pretty fun to do, took longer than expected though. The shuffling of the songs is a little off, my media player needs a new brain :I one time I had a list of EDM songs in the order of artist, it was on shuffle. It played four Bloody Beetroots songs in a row. I'm like :iconwthplz:

Anyway, with Kagekao, Jeff the killer, and Eyeless Jack; comments:

Song #1: Hollywood Undead - City

If you've never heard it before, some of the lyrics go "Let's watch this city burn, let's watch this city burn the world" and "The city looks so pretty do you wanna burn it with me?". That's why Jeff is on fire.

Song #2: Daft Punk - Digital love

"Last night, I had a dream about you~ in this dream, I'm dancin' right beside you"
Lookit them taking a nap, so cute. All having the same dream.

Song #3: Daft Punk - Face to Face

"You are - Face to Face now - face to face - you are - face to face now - with me"

Jack Vs Jeff staring contest, we're gonna be here a long while. Kage's gonna run out of wine.

Song #4: Deadmau5 - Ghosts N Stuff

Them three dressed up in a similar fashion as Deadmau5 in the 'Ghosts N Stuff Feat. Rob Swire' Music video. That kanji on Kage's sheet is kanji for 'ghost'

Song #5: IYAZ - Replay

This one isn't colored because I only thought of the idea a bit after the song started. Yep. That's a poorly drawn Ipod.

Song #6: Flobots - The moon

"For now I'm just gazin' at the moon"
Really love this song, very pretty. And that's a platypus there, because this song is from the Flobot's album 'Platypus'
(If you aren't familiar with them, the Flobots are the ones who made the song 'Handlebars', "I can ride my bike with no handlebars-")

Song #7: Hollywood Undead - Hear me now

"Look into my eyes and I see, what do I see? Nothing at all!"
That's 'cause Jack doesn't have eyes. Nothing at all.

Song #8: Pachelbel's Canon in D

My favorite classical song, never fails in making me calm down when I'm angry or stressed. Beautiful song. And Jeff doesn't know how to violin.
And something funny, I was talking with someone, and I mentioned 'this song has violins', they thought I said 'This song has violence.'

Song #9: Hollywood Undead - Kill Everyone

"F*CK IT let's kill everyone! - Don't even try to take this weapon from me! I like you more and more the less that you breathe!"
One of my favorite songs from HU's new album. 'Cause you know. You've got the motherf*cking right to stay violent.

Song #10: Daft Punk - Touch it/Technologic

"Touch it, Bring it, Pay it, watch it, turn it, leave it, stock-format it - F*CK IT F*CK IT F*CK IT F*CK IT!"
One of Daft punk's songs from their live album, damn that song is insanely good. Always makes me headbang :I. The only Daft Punk song I know that swears.
Them three wearing Daft Punk helmets, Kage with a Guyman helmet, Jack with a Thomas helmet, and Jef with a Guyman helmet. Don't they look sexy.

And there's another platypus. I think someone sat on him.

See what'd I say, My media player loves certain things; The bloody beetroots, Daft Punk, and Hollywood undead. Poor Gangnam style didn't make the cut :I ah well, there were plenty of questions asking about it; plenty of more opportunities to make them dance.

Songs (c) Rightful owners
Meme (c) [link]
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I could have thought of something worse than Kage being a stripper, but that was the farthest I was willing to go.

Damn I didn't think this would take so long, but it did. Maybe next time I won't color.

Was inspired to do this by :iconcorgi-moon-pies:, lots of fun :3

Yes, I am a push over. A doormat like Fluttershy. Still trying to improve there.

And I do prefer the game cube controller to a Wii remote, because it's just easier for me.

Blank meme - [link]

Kagekao, GingaAkam (C) :icongingaakam: (lol)
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Merry Christmas to all of you! :D I had a good Christmas, I got these wonderful new headphones that are awesome and pretty; I also got a bunch of Daft Punk and Deadmau5 posters for my 'work area' around my computer, they're not here yet but I can't wait for them to arrive.

Anyway here's all of these guys turn into caribou (or reindeer, which are caribou). Caribou are my favorite type of deer, they are so beautiful! Look at their lovely horns and cloven hooves, so cute!

The only names I could think of were Slenderdeer (or Slenderbou, lol.) Pyramid horns, and Jeff the rutter (rutting is where the male deer fight with their horns [Lol someone told me that rutting is actually a sexual excitement, but I'll leave this here anyway for the lolz XD I've always heard rutting in the tern of fighting so I dunno lol]). And HC likes to trample people. That's why he's still all bloody. He needs a shower.
And Slendy will always have his tie whenever I draw him as something else. And poor Bob, he looks like some kind of dinosaur. And I love Hoody and Masky's horns, they are pretty, so are Jack's horns. And Rake has beautiful hooves. Rake and Bob are a bit more torn up because they just seem more reckless then the others, that's why they're both missing sections of their horns.

Slenderman has the most detailed horns because he's the oldest, next being Rake and Bob, then HC, and then PH and then the rest which are around the same age.

It was funny because when I was drawing this the snow was removed so it was just the night sky with the stars, they looked like they were floating in space XD.
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Poor SCP-173, he will sit there forever until Jeff gets bored or hungry.

I like to pick on SCP-173, just like how I like to pick on BOB, they are both so funny looking.

If you don't know who SCP-173 is, here's some info on him [link] He's also in a video game
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Decided to do one of these challenges (page is here [link]) I thought it would be a fun little side thing to do when I don't want to do the things that I'm supposed to be doing.

1.Names - I'll be doing the themes with all of these characters, a selection of creepypasta monsters, Pyramid head and HC Pyramid head (I call him HC for short), Guyman, Thomas, Joel (Deadmau5), maybe meowingtons, and Alex Mercer.

2.Hardship - HC likes to drink. When he's drunk and they run out of beer he freaks out. And PH gets concerned about his mental condition during these times.

3.School - Reference so Deadmau5's song 'Maths' and Daft Punk's album 'Homework'. And Deadmau5's album '4x4=12'

4.Opinnion - Shutup Slendy. BOB looks fancy in his hat.

5.Break Up - Don't break up with Jeff, or else Jeff will break up you're face.
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I really don´t know so much about the game, but I just watches the gamer´s videos and that inspires me for a quicky art. Have fun!


Me basé en esa reacción que tienen videos de los jugadores cuando se encuentran a Slenderman. Ya imagino... vas caminando por un bosque y de pronto te sale un tipo de negro.
Yo insisto ¿seguro que no es un auditor de Hacienda? al final te cae por no tener todos tus papeles.

Si llego a armar mi tercer Sketchbook voy a incluir éste dibujo y para las Convenciones la impresión en grande.
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I'll just start out by saying Smile dog X Mira isn't a legit shipping, it's just kind of a cute thought. And the imaginary puppies (Imaginary as in I like to draw them because they're friggin' adorable but they aren't 'real') are fun to draw, 'cause lookit them. so adorbs.

EDIT: SCREW IT! I'm making Smile X Mira a legit ship for me XD they're so cute together
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A drawing I have finished of these four peoples because I like them. -u- Well, I am absolutely terrified of Smile.jpg, so... Yeah. :c BUT! I will get over that fear eventually. ^u^ I will finish all of the requests soonm, loves! As for now, I hope you like this. c:

(c)Jeff the killer

Art by me! :3
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Hello new webcam

I dunno, just derping around with Jeff and Smile.Dog

Jeff the Killer and Smile.Dog © CreepyPasta
Art © Me
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My poetry sucks, I know OTL

Just felt like drawing up some BEN/Sally. They have their own little masks that 'define' them.

Sorry if you can't see them through all the effects I put on this thing. Check out the second version on my CreepyPasta Tumblr, and you'll be able to see it more clearly. XD

So yeah! Hope you guys enjoy it ;u;

BEN © His rightful owner
Sally/Art/Poem © Me
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I'm sorry, I just fucking love this guy.He's so classy.

Also no I am aware that he would never be someone's honeybun (like many fangirls seem to think, making him blush and shit, wtf)

If he were real he would rather pluck out my intestines one by one slowly and painfully, twisting them at impossible angles and then sprawling them out beside me neatly while I can only watch. And you know what? I'm cool with that. Well, not if he'd actually do it. That would hurt. But let him remain a monster, goddamnit. He's not some goddamn kawaii desu shoujo ready for teh hentai kya.

Rant mode off bye

Art © Me
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Pewdiepie as a pony! :D (and Slendermane!)
This took forever to do, mostly because I was lazy... But all my school work pushed it back too.

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Because I needed to draw something to get used to my girlfriend's tablet... and apparently Slendermane is the logical choice.

[link] for shirts/hoodies/iphone cases etc featuring this piece.
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Still kinda crappy I know, but this is a milestone for me. It's my first completed project using GIMP ever.
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I was originally going to scrap this, but decided to finish it otherwise as a journal doll. 

Hoodie character © Marble Hornets
Art © me. 
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Too many people wanted it, so i did a sketch after an another ask on the livestream~

Hope you like!
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Yei for random demon-thingie! Enjoy! :ninja:

Artwork © Otto Lehtonen
Facebook page[link]
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For christmas! Enjoy!

Facebook -> [link]
Artwork © Otto Lehtonen
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yo! Meet my good friend Claw-face! =)

My FB Page [link]
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so got this idea from :iconpkmn-freak:
and i just loved tryng this out
i know i suck on backgrounds, always did XD need to sharpen it up a little XD
anyway, to the ones tht read past sins fanfic, youll know this part, i wont spoiler it, wanna know, go read it XD wanna remember where tht part was, go read it again, im aint sayng nuthin :D
MLP:FIM by Lauren Faust and Hasbro
Past sins by :iconpenstrokepony:
Enjoy :3
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This is an adorable PewdieCry moment
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:icontorijazz: Torijazz
arghh, I wanted to change the blinking a little but the file was too big for photoshop >///<
I keep using high resolution canvas'
//can't be bothered to animate everything all over again
I probably should of drawn a background...

(C) Art to me
(C) Pewds and Cry to... uhh... themselves?
So no stealy! :stare:
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I just watched it was hilarious!!!! xD so i decided to draw a fanart of it OwO
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remind me not to make myself draw stuff next time, please =_= i can´t believe it turned out THIS bad ;______; but…whatever…

happy V-day, i guess <3

i love you all <3

tumblr: [link]

More Cry:

Cry´s YT channel: [link]
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y-yeah...i ...i guess the hand is a bit too big =_=
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More Cry:

Cry´s YT channel: [link]

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Jeff: Samael dosen't exist!

Jack: But once I met this guy, who knew this guy who knew this guy, who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy; who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy; who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy's cousin-!
(. . . )
-Samael attacks-

Kage: quick! Jump inside out Anti Samael circle before he comes back!

Jeff: I'm running for my life! -Samael attacks-

Kage: Don't run! Samael hates that!

Jeff: I guess I'll just limp home then. -Samael attacks-

Kage: He hates limping more than running! -Samael attacks-

Jeff: What was that for!?!?

Kage: I don't know I guess he just doesn't like you.

Parody of a scene from one of my favorite Spongebob Squarepants episodes, the camping one with the Campfire song song and the Seabear. If you're not familiar with this episode or can't remember here's a clip - [link] (it's the best quality I could find)

And for those of you who don't know, Samael (also known as Incubus) is one of the Final boss variants for the 'Silent hill' game, he's not that easy to draw because there aren't many good references of him. I don't think he has a large mouth like that, but for the sake of him looking really pissed off I gave him one here.
You fight him if you're going to get the good endings. I, sadly, did not fight him. I got the other variant, and got a bad ending, because I forgot to do the side quest. Dammit.
I don't know, I really like Samael he's cool looking; one of my favorite SH bosses, along with Pyramid head, Split worm, and Sepulcher.

Jack: I'm glad it was just Samael, this circle would never protect us againt Siam!

Jeff: What attracts him?

Jack: The sound of Samael attacking.

Siam: -growls-
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A young boy sat in the shade of a tree in his backyard. Not much could be said about him. He was a somewhat ordinary child with reddish brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had fallen asleep about an hour earlier while reading a book. Now his slim frame rested against the trunk of the large oak tree, his chest rising and falling as he breathed softly. A woman walked out the back door of the house that the yard belonged to and approached the boy. She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He opened his eyes a little and rubbed the left one with the back of his hand. His vision came back into focus and he saw the smiling face of his mother looking down at him as she said, in a sweet and kindly voice, “Jack, sweetheart, its time to get up.”
He got up shakily, his body still half asleep, and asked, “Hmm? What... What time is it...?”
“About six o'clock, dear. Your dad will be home any minute.” she answered.
Jack nodded then stooped down to pick up his book. It had fallen off his lap when he stood up. He gripped the worn pages in his hand and followed his mother inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes on the way.
When they got inside he was almost awake. Jack noticed as he sat in one of the dining chairs that his mother had already set the table and that there were more plates than usual. He yawned again before asking, “Mom, why did you set four plates?”
She looked over at him, bringing food into the room and carefully placing it on the table, “Your dad's bringing a friend over for dinner, sweetie. You remember David, don't you?”
Jack thought for a minute, trying to recall who David was. Then it dawned on him and he replied with, “You mean Dad's work friend? The one who came to my birthday last month?”
She nodded and left to finish preparing dinner. Jack's father came in the door about ten minutes after all the food was on the table with a tall man with black hair behind him. This man was skinny, but lean, and he had a happy, kind face that always bore a caring smile. The two men entered the dining room, Jack's father kissing his mother and sitting down, and David patting Jack on the shoulder before taking his seat. A conversation started up almost immediately. David smiled at Jack and said, “How's it goin' champ?”
Jack shrugged and answered, “Ok, I guess.”
The rest of dinner Jack was silent. He always became like this when David was around. He wasn't sure why, but something about the man unnerved him. He listened to the adults talk about work until his mother took the dishes away to the kitchen and everybody retired to the living room. The preteen sat at the end of the couch with his knees close to his chest, drawing, while the two men watched an incredibly boring game of golf on the telly.
Around eight David left. He hugged Jack's mom and said, “Dinner was lovely, Miranda. See you at work tomorrow, Jonathan. Goodbye, Jack!”
He waved at the boy and then he was out the door. Jonathan and Miranda sat on the couch and his mom asked Jack, “Would you like to watch a movie, sweetheart?”
Jack shook his head though and told her he was tired and would just like to get to bed. That night he lay in bed awake, staring at the ceiling. Jack didn't like David. For some reason that man gave him the creeps and he just felt like there was something off about him.

The next morning Jack woke up, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head. When did I get to sleep? He wondered for a moment. He dismissed the thought and headed downstairs for breakfast. There were some waffles on the table at his seat and a note sitting next to them. Jack ate his breakfast and read the note. It was from his mom and it simply said, “Jack, I ran out to the store with Susan. I'll be back soon. Love, Mom.”
When his breakfast was gone Jack went back upstairs to the attic, which he had turned into a studio space where he could paint. Since he was young Jack had loved art and dreamed of one day having his pictures and paintings displayed in museums. His parents had helped him converted the dusty attic into a work area so he might succeed in doing what he loved.
About two hours later he heard the front door open downstairs and his mother call up to him. He hurried downstairs and helped her with the groceries then sat with her on the couch and watched House MD. The day was quiet and completely normal. His father came home early and brought David with him again. They ate dinner and David left. Tonight was the night Jack's parents went out, the second Saturday of the month. Miranda and Jonathan said goodbye to their son as they walked out the door, leaving him alone for the night. Things were normal for him. He curled up on the couch that night, his head resting on its arm and his knees close to him, and slowly fell asleep.
Jack was startled from his dreams by a loud knock on the front door. He glanced at the clock on the coffee table. Midnight. Who would be at the door this late...? he thought, still groggy from sleep. The tired brunette pushed himself up to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. Slowly, he got up and answered the door. His eyes widened when he saw who was on the other side. A man stood on his front porch wearing a deep blue uniform and a badge. On the edge of the street was a black and white car topped with flashing lights. The officer looked down at Jack, his eyes cold and emotionless. When he spoke it was obvious the man wasn't used to talking to children, “Hello, son. What's your name?”
Jack was nervous. Why is there a cop at my house? He answered, sounding quiet and worried, “Its Jack, Sir.”
The cop nodded and asked another question, “And how old are you, boy?”
He nodded again, “Your parents are Miranda and Jonathan?”
This time Jack nodded, not liking where all of this was going. The police officer ran a hand through his hair and looked at the ground for a second. When he looked back up he did all he could to avoid looking Jack in the eyes as he said, “Uh, Kid… I think you should probably come with me…”
Jack’s eyes widened even further and he asked, “Am I in trouble?”
The cop was surprised by this and said nervously, “No, no! Nothing like that! I-I’ll explain everything when we get to the station…”
The preteen was nervous, but he let himself be lead to the cop car. He stared at the back of the seat in front of him the entire way to the police department. Whenever the cops show up at your door it’s a bad thing unless you were the one who called them. Jack had not called them, and now a million thoughts were trying to find room in his mind and figure out what had happened. By the time the car came to a stop in front of a large brick building in the downtown area and he was brought inside Jack thought he almost had everything sorted out.
A man sat in the room he was brought too along with a few cops. A few files waited on the big round table in the nice room too. Jack took a seat at the table at the opposite end, away from the files. He didn’t want to see them because he was pretty sure he knew what they’d say. The man cleared his throat and addressed Jack, “Hello, son. I’m Detective Horus. Do you know why you’re here?”
The young brunette shook his head but didn’t say anything. His insides felt twisted up and if he spoke he was sure he’d either vomit or start crying. The detective sighed and continued, “Son… You don’t know how much it hurts to have to tell you this, but… Your parents are dead.”
Jack looked down and ended up making a choking sound when he breathed in. He tried not to cry but the tears forced their way through and washed down his cheeks. The police officers watched for a minute, sorrow and sympathy in their eyes, before leaving the room. Detective Horus remained seated, now alone with Jack. The old man propped his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers and resting his chin on them. He felt bad for the kid, but business was business and he had other cases to work on, so he needed to get this over with. Horus stared at the sobbing child and said, “Since you don’t have any living relatives we’ll be placing you with a friend of your father, a man named David. He’s waiting out back for you. You’re very lucky, you know. If he hadn’t volunteered to take you in you’d have ended up in foster care.”
The detective got out of his seat and helped Jack to the back door where David stood outside his car. The man still wore his friendly smile and hugged Jack when he got close enough say, “Its ok. Its ok, Champ. I know its rough losing your parents, but I’ll take good care of you. You’ll see. Nothing to worry about.”
Jack sniffled and rubbed his nose before climbing into the car. He lay down on the seat and David got behind the wheel. They drove back to his house, which was a good sized place with a nice yard and fancy doors. It was smaller than Jack’s house, but Jack didn’t really care at this point.
After shutting off the car, the black-haired man walked into the house and hung his jacket on the coat rack. Jack turned to him and asked, “A-Aren’t we going to get my things?”
David looked at him, his smile turning into a frown, and replied, “You won’t need them.”
Quickly he grabbed the boy by his collar from behind and tossed him in the hallway closet, locking the door. Jack banged his fisted on the hard wood and shouted for help, but the person who he thought was his father’s friend shouted angrily through the wood, “Shut up you little brat!” and he curled up in the corner in fear.
It felt like he was in there for ages before he heard the front door open and footsteps walk past. Jack pressed his ear against the door trying to hear what was going on.
Strange voices were talking back and forth. The first one said, “So, do you have a kid for us?”
David answered and he heard the whoosh of a paper being passed, “Yeah. Name’s Jack. He’s perfectly healthy too.”
A different stranger responded, “He’s a little young.”
David growled, “Listen, I didn’t cut his parents brake lines for nothing! Are you taking him or not?!”
The first stranger spoke again, “Its fine. We’ll find something to do with him. Congratulations, David, you’ve finally repaid your debt. Where is he?”
“Closet.” Was all Jack heard before the lock clicked open and he was pulled out by his hair.
A silhouette stood over him with another next to it. The first said, somewhat disappointed, “You didn’t blindfold him. That won’t do… If he sees us he can give our descriptions…”
The second figure looked female. It gazed down at him then turned back to David, “What does he do?”
David shrugged and stubbed out a cigarette on the table, “As far as I know he’s a painter.”
Jack started to cry as he saw the male shadow pull out a knife and say, “Well I hope he likes the color black because that’s all he’ll be seeing from now on.”
He screamed as the man gouged out his eyes with the switch blade then dragged him out to their car and threw him in the trunk. When they left David looked over at the mess of blood on the floor in his hallway. Slowly, he stood up and walked over to it. Two eyes rested on his floor, glazed over with a dead bloody sheen. He picked one of them up and stared into it. His expression was one of irritation as he thought about how much time he had wasted just to get one child. He spit on it and dropped it back to the floor.
The two criminals reached there destination by sun rise. It was an old building in the countryside. The place looked as though nobody had been there for ages; the roof was caving in, the windows were boarded up, and paint hung off the walls in long strips. The man hefted Jack out of the trunk and stood him up, placing a hand on his back and forcing him the walk inside. Jack could hear the cries and sobs of other as he passed, eventually being shoved forward into a room. His kidnappers began discussing what they should do with him. He heard them come up with gruesome ideas then one would say, “Too young.” And they’d move on. Eventually the man sighed and said, “We’ll harvest his organs… He’s a real healthy kid so we should get a good price for ‘em.”
“W-What?!” Jack exclaimed, but he was hit over the head and told to “pipe down!”
The woman went and prepped the operation room while the man dragged him there and strapped him to the table in the center.
“I’m going to check on the other kids.” She said as her partner picked up the scalpel. He nodded and got to work, cutting open the scared boy and extracting his kidney. Before he could begin removing the other one the woman burst through the door and shouted, “One of the others is missing!”
“Damn it! He must have escaped!” The man swore.
She sounded nervous, “Do you think he went to the police?”
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “Yeah, but he couldn’t have gotten far. Nobody comes around here so he’d be on foot. I’ll close up this little punk and we can go look for him.”
Later Jack sat in a cell hugging his knees, blind and alone. He waited for the two felons to come back and kill him, and they were taking their time. He sat there on the cold stone floor thinking about how all of this had happened. Suddenly though, he recalled what he’d heard David tell them last night. He cut the brakes… David killed my parents! This realization made him angry. Jack stood up and balled his fists, bringing his arm back to punch the wall when he heard footsteps again.
Instinctively he turned his head to their source even though he couldn’t see. A female voice told him, “Don’t do that! You’ll hurt yourself!”
He didn’t recognize this voice. It wasn’t his captor though. Something made a clicking sound and then the noise of the heavy cell door opening echoed in the small room. Jack felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him along with it. The girl spoke again and said, “I’m Janette. We have to go quickly. They could get back any minute!”
The farther they went the better Jack could hear the other kids. Janette stopped when the voices seemed to be right next to them. She spoke and one of them answered, “Dee, are we ready?”
Dee responded, “Yep. I got the keys, so let’s all get out to the car.”
Just like that he was being pulled again. Six teens hurriedly filed into the car and drove off. Janette looked out the back window to see their tormenters chasing the car with a rifle. She turned to Dee, who was driving, and said, “Step on it!”
She sighed in relief as the vehicle sped away, dodging the first set of bullets.

Jack leaned against the windowpane and listened to the noise of the city. He didn’t notice until he felt a hand on his forehead that somebody was near. There was worry in Janette’s voice, “You’re kind of warm and your blood’s gotten darker… Are you feeling alright?”
He shrugged and she placed a hand on his shoulder, “Jack, this could be series. You probably got an infection from their filthy equipment…”
She paused and waited for his response. She was about to say something else when he turned his head to face the window and said, “I’m fine…”
She sighed. Janette knew he was lying but she wasn’t going to press the matter. After all he’d been through today she didn’t want to give him anything else the think about. They had all had a long day; first it was escaping that torture house, then the kids had to sit through six hours at a police station as each one of them file reports, and finally they got a hotel to stay in while the police found their families. She sat down on the floor near him and tried to start a conversation, “Do you have any hobbies?”
He was quiet for a minute before answering, “I used to be an artist…”
She looked up at him then turned her gaze to the ground, realizing she shouldn’t have asked. Curiosity won out over wit though and she asked, “So… What are you going to do now?”
A tension began to form in the air, carrying with it an ominous darkness. He stared out at the city streets without eyes and said, “I’m going to paint a new picture…”
As he said this headed for the door, only stopping to grab his black hoodie out of the dresser and put it on. Jack opened the door but a hand on his shoulder stopped him from leaving.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Janette exclaimed.
Jack replied with a simple, “Leaving.”
She protested at this, “Jack, you’re blind! If you leave on your own you’ll end up dead somewhere! Besides, you’re getting sick! You’ll need medical attention!”
He shook off her hand and said, “Janette, I’m grateful for all you’ve done to help me, but there are some things I need to take care of… some things I need to figure out, and I have to do it on my own.”
Jack didn’t give her the opportunity to respond. He walked out the door and out of the hotel. He didn’t really know where to go from here though, so he wandered down the street. He didn’t need sight to know that people were staring at him. He was a blind boy with his eyes covered in blood-soaked bandages walking down the street alone. Why wouldn’t they stare at me? I’m a freak… he thought to himself with a sigh. Sure he was eyeless, but he didn’t really need his eyes anymore. When he went blind his other senses were heightened and he could create an image of the world around him in his mind by his senses of hearing, smell, and touch. He passed by shops and stands that sold different items. The smell of restaurants invaded with nose and the sounds of traffic assaulted his ears.
Passing by a small stand selling masks Jack pulled one off the counter and left twenty dollars in its place. The clerk noticed and shouted after him, “Kid! Hey, Kid! Kid, you gave me too much! Don’t you want your change?”
Jack didn’t answer. He didn’t care about the money. Instead he tugged off the bandages and held them up in his hand then he let go, allowing them to blow away in the wind. He placed the blue mask over his face. It was a plain blue mask, completely ordinary, but it did its job. Jack stood on the edge of the street and waved for a taxi, ready and determined now to begin his final masterpiece…

The cab would only take him to the point where the long country jointed to the actual road, so he paid the driver and began walking. He had a long way before he reached his destination and it was beginning to get chilly. He pulled his hood up to try to block out the wind and picked up his pace. Jack wanted to get there by sunrise.
He reached the decrepit old building just as the sun peaked over the horizon. A car was sitting in the gravel driveway and several of the lights inside were on. Voices could be heard shouting through the windows. Jack crept silently up to the door and snuck in. The was a loud crash as something hit the wall and the voice of a man Jack recognized all too well screamed at his partner, “WHAT DO WE DO NOW, CASSIE? THE FUZZ IS PROBABLY ON ITS WAY HERE RIGHT NOW!”
He grabbed a scalpel from a tray on the small table in the hallway and stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed in from of him. Neither of the criminals noticed him until he said, “I wouldn’t worry about the cops if I were you. There are… other things you should be running from.”
Cassie and George looked over at him, puzzled. Cassie scoffed and asked, “Like what?”
Jack stood up straight and stood so he was facing them, “Me.”
George growled at him and spat, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?”
Jack shrugged and said in a somewhat care-free tone, “Oh, Just a kid… Who you made the mistake to let live.”
“I’ve had enough of this.” George said and grabbed a broken pipe off the ground. He ran at the child, swinging the pipe at his head, but Jack ducked and stabbed him in the stomach with the scalpel. Cassie back up against the wall and watched as her friend was cut opened with the blade and his internal organs were ripped out, blood and meat sprawled across the floor. Jack stood over the dead body, crossed his arms over his chest again and looked down at it, saying mockingly, “We’ll harvest his organs…”
She put her hands behind her back and grabbed the gun in her back pocket, but she held it behind her so he couldn’t see it. She sounded shaky and scared as she asked, “What… What are you?!”
Jack turned his full attention back to Cassie. As he advanced on her she pointed her gun at him, but hesitated in pulling the trigger. This gave Jack enough time to rush her and slice her throat with the scalpel. Blood sprayed everywhere. Jack laughed ominously, lifting his mask slightly and licking crimson from his fingertips. Cassie started to cough and her own blood dripped from her mouth as she somehow choked out, “You’re… a… a monster…”
Then she slid to down the wall, dead. Jack stared at her for a minute, thinking. A monster…? I thought the same about you.  He dismissed her and strolled back over to where George lay in a pile of his own organs and picked him up by the hair. He took the dead man’s blood on his fingers and painted on the wall in dripping bright red. When he finished words were scrolled out on the peeling white wall: “Eyeless Jack”
He took Georges messenger style bag from the ground in the corner and stuck the scalpel inside then placed the strap over his shoulder. He spoke his thoughts aloud, “It was lovely working with you… but this masterpiece is not yet complete. There’s still one more eager participant who desires my company…”

Jack could still smell his own blood in the hall. I guess he didn’t even bother to clean it up. He stopped, remembering what had happened in this house. It gave him chills to think about it, but it also strengthened his determination. This place belonged to the man who got his parents killed, and his next unwilling volunteer. He didn’t bother to be quiet this time. He climbed the stairs and looked through the door to each room until he came to the one where a black-haired man rested peacefully. He didn’t remain resting for long. When Jack stepped onto the hardwood floor the sound woke David and he shot out of bed and put his hands out in front of him in a defensive position. He pleaded, “I don’t want any trouble. Take whatever money or valuables you want.”
“I don’t want money, David.” Jack said in a flat tone.
He wrinkled his nose a bit, but then his eyes widened in shock as he recognized the voice of the small intruder, “J-Jack?”
The boy nodded and David put on an innocent smile and said, “Jack! I’m so sorry about… everything. I- I was going to come and find you, really. You forgive me for sending you with them, don’t you?”
“Of course I forgive you for that, David.” Jack replied, voice still flat and emotionless.
The older man let out a relieved breathe and put his hands down. He plastered a big, friendly, fake smile to his face and asked while he begun making his way to the door, “So… Is there anything I could get you? Anything you’d like?”
Jack laughed darkly and said, right before pulling out his scalpel and lunging at the man, “Your eyes.”
I was inspired to write this by :iconmio-san13: . Mio made a comic with a few pages about Jack's past. You should check it out! Its awesome! I wanted to write about Jack with the basic concept of Mio's story, but i also wanted to put in things about before and give Jack a hobby.
Here's my take on it. I'm sorry its kind of aweful... I'll definately try to do better next time i write something. If you guys hate it i'll re-write it for you.
On a happier note! Its July 1 so we can submit to Creepypasta again! Yay!
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The streets were empty. No one drove through the area that late at night, yet a single being was sitting under a bus shelter in the pouring rain. He had picked up an abandoned newspaper and began reading a peculiar excerpt that caught his eye with the light that emanated from the lone streetlamp:


After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. Several counties of police units have failed to find valuable evidence, but a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks. Although he was hesitant at first, he willingly gave the authorities his testimony yesterday evening. He also requested that his name remained anonymous.

"I had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy. "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and pushed it shut, though I didn't think to lock it at the time. After all, nothing bad ever happened in my neighborhood for as long as I could remember. Anyways, I then crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the pale rays of moonlight, illuminating from between my curtains, was a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes, no no...they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black, and...they just plain out terrified me. Then I saw his mouth...a long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up on end. He just...stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke to me. It was a simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

"He said, 'Go to sleep.' I screamed my head off, and that's what sent him after me. With lightning speed, he pulled up a knife, most likely aiming for my heart. He then jumped on top of my bed before I could even think to move. I fought him back as best as I could; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, I tried anything to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. He had his hunting rifle aimed at the psychopath's head. He probably would've gotten him, too, had the man not have had what I can only describe as superpowers. The figure threw the knife in a blink of an eye, and it was a direct hit into my dad's shoulder. I was so scared...I thought that we were both done for, but thankfully, one of the neighbors alerted the police.

"They drove into the parking lot and ran towards the door. The guy grabbed his knife out of my dad's body and ran down the hallway. I then heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw that the window pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked outside, only to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing...I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that bloody smile. They will always be in my nightmares..."

Police investigators are still on the lookout for this person. If you see anyone that fits the description in this statement, please contact your local police department.

After reading the last lines, the guy put down the paper and gave a sinister laugh. "So they're still clueless!" he chuckled to himself as he spun his knife in his hand. "At this rate, they'll never catch me! I bet I could even waltz right into one of those police stations and still come out unscathed! And they think they know what they're doing, ha! If only they knew my story...oh, how I would love to entertain them before they sleep...but time is much too short! There's always more work to do." The mysterious figure then left the shelter and crept into the night, the rain still pounding down as thunder bellowed in the distance.


Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. He and his brother Liu couldn't complain though. A new house, more space, a new atmosphere...what was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.

"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbera. I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself and my son." She turned around and called her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi before quickly running back to play in his yard.

"Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, this is my husband Peter, and these are my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbera invited them to her son's birthday. The two boys were about to object, when their mother happily stated that they would love to. When Jeff and his family were done unpacking, he approached her about the matter.

"Mom, why would you invite us to a random kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not just some dumb kid without any opinion."

"Jeff," his mom reminded him, "We just moved here. We should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. It'll make for a better impression later on. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final."

Jeff wanted to interject, but he stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it became the law, no questions asked. He went up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when all of the sudden...he felt something strange. Not so much a pain, but...a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just something sporadic. He then heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, so he clambered down to get it.

The next day, Jeff hurried downstairs to get breakfast and prepare for school. As he sat there, eating his cereal, he once again had that feeling. This time, it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it, not mentioning it to anyone else. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they sauntered down the sidewalk to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, observing the scenery and passing cars. Then, from out of nowhere, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both leaped back in surprise, and Jeff exclaimed, "Hey, what the hell?!!?"

The kid landed flawlessly and turned back to them. He kicked his skateboard up and caught it with his hands. The kid looked to be about twelve, one year younger than Jeff. He wore an Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans, looking quite rebellious just from his attire.

"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." As if on cue, two other boys appeared beside him, also on skateboards. One was super skinny and the other was huge, the classic henchmen duo. "Since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves. Over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid, not knowing what else to do. He had a dopey face that one would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They then fixed their gaze on the fat kid, a walking tub of lard. He looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.

"And I," announced the leader, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood, there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes, when his two friends revealed knives and brandished them. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket like he was simply getting his mail. That strange aura returned to Jeff. Now, it was truly strong, a burning sensation, and he stood up furiously. Liu silently pleaded for him to sit back down, but Jeff ignored it and marched up to the lead bully.

"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy calmly put the wallet in his pocket and whipped out his own knife.

"Oh? And what will you do?"

Just as he finished his threat, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As the kid reached for his face, his wrist was broken in one swift twist. Screams echoed out as Jeff took the opportunity to snatch the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith charged at him, but he was too quick. He tackled Randy to the ground as Keith lashed out at him with a right hook, but he ducked the blow and stabbed the thug deep in the arm. The shrimp dropped his knife and fell to the ground, adding to the plethora of loud shrieks. Troy then attempted to save his partners with a clumsy roundhouse kick, but it was all in vain. He was punched straight in the stomach and fell like a mighty oak. On his way down, he left a trail of puke. Liu did nothing but look in amazement at his brother.

"'d you-?"

He was unable to finish his inquiry, for the bus was approaching around the corner, and both of them knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing if they stuck around. The two of them started sprinting as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing frantically over to Randy and the others. They barely made it to school on time, but they didn't dare tell what happened. All that was done for the entire day was sitting quietly in class and listening to the teachers ramble.

Liu just thought of the incident as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something frightening. When he thought about the feeling he had at the bus stop, he realized how powerful it was and how it felt to hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel...happy. The strange feeling once again faded away, and it stayed that way for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home to avoid another bus stop mishap, and even though he'd probably never ride the bus again, he felt happy. When he got home, his mother was in the kitchen ready to greet him.

"How was your first day of school, honey?"

"...It was a wonderful day..."

The next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He made his way down, only to find two police officers at the door as well as his mother glaring at him angrily.

"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids...that it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed...stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing her that it was true.

"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."

"Listen here young man," said one of the cops," We found three kids, two stabbed and one having a large bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?"

Jeff knew it was no use. He could've said that he and Liu had been attacked, but there was no proof to claim that it was not they who attacked first. He couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, either, because in all honesty they were. He stood there motionless and remained silent.

"Son, call down your brother."

"No, Mom. Sir, was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and nodded.

"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy for-"


Liu suddenly appeared holding a knife. The officers grabbed their guns from their holsters and locked them on the boy.

"It was me, I beat up those little punks. I have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, which were most likely self-inflicted but were very convincing as though he was in a struggle.

"Son, just put the knife down," shouted the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. Then he put his hands up and calmly walked over to the cops.

"No Liu, don't do this! I'm the one who harmed them!" Jeff had tears running down his face, refusing to believe what was happening.

"Huh? Poor bro. Stop trying to take the blame for what I did...well, go ahead and take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car, and Jeff hesitated before suddenly chasing after them.

"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" he begged, but mother placed her hands on his shoulders consolingly.

"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We all know it was Liu, so you can stop now." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car sped off with his only brother inside. A few minutes later, Jeff's dad parked his car in the driveway, and the moment he saw Jeff's flushed face and puffy, watery eyes, he knew something was wrong.

"Son, son what is it?" he asked as he got out, but Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were too strained from crying. Instead, his mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept out on the front lawn. After an hour or so, he sadly dragged his feet back inside, seeing that both his parents were shocked, sad, and disappointed all at the same time. He couldn't glance at them for even a moment. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was really his fault. He just went to bed, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days passed by with no word from Liu at JDC and no friends to hang out with; nothing but sadness and guilt...that was until Saturday, when Jeff was woken up by his mother with a happy, sunshiny face.

"Jeff, it's the day." she proclaimed as she opened up the curtains to let the morning light flood into his room.

"Wha...what's today?"

"Why, it's Billy's party, of course!"

"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..."

A long pause followed Jeff's unfinished thought, but his mother was determined to fill the silence.

"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the one thing that brightens up these past few days. Now, get dressed."

She left the room to get herself ready to go. In the meantime, Jeff fought the drowsiness and rose out of bed. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and scurried downstairs. He noticed his mother and father all dressed up, his mother in a flowery, somewhat poofy dress and his father in a fine tux. He thought to himself as to why they would even think to wear such fancy clothes to a kid's party.

"Son, is that all you're going to wear?" asked his mom.

"It's better than wearing too much." he replied, indicating his parents' choice of dress. She pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.

"Now Jeff," explained his father, "we may be overdressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression." Jeff grunted and shuffled back up to his room.

"I don't have any fancy clothes!" he yelled from upstairs.

"Just pick out something!" said his mother. He searched around in his closet for what he could've called fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn't find a regular shirt to go with it, though. He then investigated his dresser drawers, finding only striped and patterned shirts and none of which matching his dress pants. Finally, he discovered a white hoodie just lying on a chair and put it on. He went back downstairs to find that his parents were ready and waiting.

"You're wearing that?" they both pondered. His mother checked her watch. "Oooh, there's no time left to change. Let's just go," she moaned as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They quickly crossed the street over to Barbera and Billy's house. The father firmly knocked on the door, and the host almost immediately opened it. She, just like Jeff's parents, was way overdressed, sporting a slim black gown with sparkling fake gems that looked as though she was attending an awards ceremony as oppose to a young kid's birthday party. As the family entered the house, all they could see was adults and no children.

"The kids are out in the yard," Barbera explained, "Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?"

Jeff stepped outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in goofy cowboy costumes, shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well have been standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly, one of the smaller kids ran up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

"Hey, mitsew. Wanna pway?"

" kid. I'm way too old for this stuff."

The boy then gazed at him with an innocent puppy-dog face.


"Ugh...alright, fine,"

He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the other kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It may not have been "super cool", but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So Jeff played with the kids for a while until he heard an unusual noise. It was a weird...rolling noise. Then it hit him. Before he could even react, Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. He dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat, and Randy stared at him with a burning hatred.

"Hello...Jeff is it? We have some unfinished business."

Jeff noticed his still bruised nose and remarked, "I think we're even. I beat the shit out of you, and you got my brother sent to JDC."

"Oh no," Randy snarled with an angry look in his eye, "I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today."

He took the initiative and lunged at his target, causing the two to fall to the ground. He then punched Jeff in the nose, but soon afterwards Jeff swiftly grabbed him by the ears and head-butted him. He pushed the bully off of him as they rose to their feet. All the while, kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith, neither of who appeared to be active at that moment, decided to pull loaded shotguns out of their pockets.

"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" they shouted simultaneously. Their leader then took out a knife and pierced it into Jeff's thigh.

His victim screamed pitifully and fell to his knees. Then Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks, though, Jeff gripped his foot and sharply twisted it, causing him to fall again. Jeff attempted to get up and limp towards the back door, the knife still penetrating his leg, but Troy caught him by his arm.

"Need some help?"

He picked Jeff up by the back of the collar and tossed him through the patio door. As Jeff once again tried to stand, Randy kicked him back down. He then repeatedly punted the prey with immense force until he started to cough up blood.

"Come on Jeff, fight me!"

He picked Jeff up, though not as easily as Troy, and made his mutilated body fly into the firm casing of the fireplace. Then he spotted a bottle of unopened vodka on the counter and smashed the glass over Jeff's head.

"Fight! Come on Jeff, look at me!" he taunted. Jeff, in return, slowly glanced up at the terror, his face riddled with blood. "I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you're just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year? You should be ashamed!" And with that, he struggled to rise once more.

"Oh, finally! You stand and fight!" Jeff leaned against the coffee table, blood and vodka all over his face. The strange feeling suddenly returned to him, the one in which he hadn't felt for a while. "Yes...he's up!" said Randy as he leapt at Jeff.

That's when it happened. Something inside Jeff snapped. His psyche was destroyed, all rational logic and reasoning had evaporated, and all he could think to do was kill. He firmly grabbed Randy in midflight and pile drove him through the table he was previously leaning against. He then launched himself on top of him and punched him straight in the heart. This punch caused Randy's heart to stop automatically. As he gasped for breath, Jeff hammered down on him without hesitation. Punch after punch, blood gushed from Randy's body until he took one final breath and died, his eyes glazed over with fear.

Everyone was staring at Jeff. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. The two thugs soon broke away from the rest of the crowd and pointed their guns at Jeff, ready to avenge their friend. Jeff noticed the guns trained on him and headed for the stairs, still limping, though not as bad as before. As he hobbled, a wave of bullets was fired at him, each shot missing. Jeff raced up the stairs, hearing Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds, Jeff ducked into the bathroom. He wrapped his fingers around the towel rack and ripped it off the wall. The two thugs ran in after him, knives at the ready.

Troy was the first to swing his weapon at Jeff, who backed away and banged the towel rack into the kid's face. The overweight youth was struck down hard, and the only one remaining was Keith. He was much more agile than Troy and Randy, and he easily ducked when Jeff swung the rack at him. He dropped his knife and clutched Jeff by the neck. He then slammed him against the wall, and the vibration caused a loosely closed jug of bleach to fall down onto both of them from the top shelf. It burnt the two of them, and they started to scream wildly. Jeff wiped his eyes, trying to focus. Then he pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith's head. As the last thug lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous laugh.

"What's so funny?" asked Jeff. Keith uncovered a lighter and switched it on. "What's funny," he chuckled, "is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." Jeff's eyes widened as Keith used all the energy he had left to throw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with the wet skin, it ignited the alcohol in the vodka. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the flames but it was too late. The alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He stumbled down the hall and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a badly wounded teenager on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That was when he passed out.

When Jeff finally awoke, he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything, but he felt a second cast on his leg and stitches all over his body. He tried to get up from the gurney, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm. When he leaned far forward, it had fallen out, and a nurse quickly rushed in.

"I don't think you can get out of bed just yet," she said as she set him back and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision and no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours of sheer nothingness, he heard his mother nearby.

"Honey, are you okay?" she cried. Jeff couldn't answer though, as his face was too tightly wrapped for his mouth to move. "Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go." This made Jeff almost bolt up, but he stopped halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. "He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."

She hugged her son and said her goodbyes. Over the next couple of weeks, his whole family visited Jeff. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. Everyone was there to see it. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff's face, all were on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

"Let's hope for the best," said the doctor quietly. He quickly yanked the cloth, allowing the rest to fall from Jeff's face.

His mother screamed at the sight of his face. Liu and their dad stared, awe-struck at what they saw.

"What? ...What happened to my face?"

Jeff jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom in an instant. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His was horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, thanks to the bleach, and his hair was singed from brown to black. He slowly placed a hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family, then back at the mirror.

"Jeff," Liu condoled, "It's not that bad..."

"Not that bad? ... It's perfect!"

His family was equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably, and his parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?" asked his father.

"Okay? I've never felt happier! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me! This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it, looking at it in the mirror. What caused this, you might ask? You may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy, something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now, he was left as a crazy killing machine, but his parents were still unaware of this "special condition".

"Doctor," asked his mother, "Is my son... alright? You know, in the head?"

"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his attitude doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."

"Oh thank you doctor...Jeff, sweetie, it's time to go."

Jeff looked away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Okay, mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" She took him by the shoulder and went to get his clothes.

"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. She looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. They had been cleaned of blood and stitched together, good as new. She then led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then the family left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, the mother woke to a noise coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly crept over to see what it was. When she peered into the bathroom, she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

"Jeff...what are you doing?" she cried.

He looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after a while. Now...I can smile forever." She then noticed his eyes, ringed in black.

"Jeff, your eyes!"

"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see new face..." His mother started to carefully back away, at last seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? ...Aren't I beautiful?

"Yes son," she said, her voice quivering, "Yes you are. L-Let me go get daddy, so he can see your face..." She ran into the bedroom and shook her husband up from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we-" She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding the knife that shaped the new features of his expression.

" lied." Those were the final words his parents heard as Jeff charged them with the knife, gutting them both.

His brother Liu was startled awake by the muffled sounds of murder. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to dreamland. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, and as he did so, Jeff forced his hand over his mouth. He slowly raised the knife, ready to plunge it into Liu. Poor Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip, but it was of no use.

"Shhhhhhh...Just go to sleep..."
Phew! Finally finished...

Okay, so I didn't stray away too much from the original story, but for those who may have read this before, I did make a few noticeable changes.

First, in the intro, I stopped referring Jeff as a man because, like many of you suggested, he's not really a man at the time the story takes place, and it has to be at least somewhat ambiguous.

Second, I seasoned the story with a little more imagery where I thought it needed some, for obvious reasons.

Third, I changed the injury that Jeff receives towards the end from his shoulder to his thigh. Why? Because it sounded a little too similar to when he attacked the witness's father in the intro! Plus, it makes the fight a little more interesting when the victim is limping to save his skin instead of running...

So I hope you guys enjoy this because I took a lot of time into fixing it!
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One of the dolls(croqui doll, I think) I use for modeling had this pose, somebody had changed it.... again <.<
Sooooo... I had to try and draw it... And who would be a better model then Slenderman?

Previous Slender

My Slender Collection
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I've always wanted to draw my interpretation of ol' SLENDY. HHHHHH.
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This is :iconthe13thleprechaun:'s drawing for placing second in my Guess That Reference game back in the Slenderman Meme. She wanted my OC, Tilly, as a child playing jump-rope with one of Slendy's tentacles. XD Because childhood memories are THAT awesome!

Originally this was going to be a simple drawing. I think I have that itch that I can't do simple drawings, they are sloppy anyway. So I present a grayscale painting. I wanted to give it something more, I so I put an aged paper filter on top of it to give it that "old" feeling.

Again, I took too long because of school, but I was also having too much fun of a time painting this. Enjoy everyone! Leprechaun! I hope you enjoy!~

Slenderman belongs toe Victor Surge
Tilly "Tilliane" and art belongs to me
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Desu:...yes!!...this is my family!! oni chan, Slendermand...and my oni sama, Splendorman :heart:

I love so much my brothers!~~ desuuuu...

The Extremely Creepy Advetures (c) :iconunseenchaser:

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Slender woman :P
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