--- Reader P.O.V. ---
You quickly shot your head up hearing a loud thump and the rustle of bushes near by as if something heavy had been tossed. Your gaze was blank as you looked off into the direction of the sound, only for that look to be replaced with one of pure fear when you saw the glint of metal in the sun before the knife darted just out of a reach of your face, leaving a light trail of blood to flow down your cheek.
All breath hitched in your throat. “What the hell was that!” Was all you could think before you quickly went for the knife, pulling it out of the side of your house where it had pinned itself before quickly shoving the blade into your back pocket to ensure whoever had thrown it wasn't getting it back anytime soon.
As soon as the blade was safely in your pocket you heard a wicked laugh before the bushes shifted slightly and everything fell quiet. Almost an eerie quiet if it hadn't been for the kindness of the birds and there beautiful songs.
It took you a second to fully process what had happen, and when you had you felt your cheek sting in pain as more blood drizzled down the side of your face.
“It said nothing about knives being thrown.” You mumbled before lifting a hand to your cheek and pressing lightly on it before yanking your hand away as a sharp stinging sensation pulsed threw your cheek all the way to your eye causing you to wince. You let your (e/c) eyes gaze over the crimson color that now stained your hand before letting out a low sigh.
Just as you were about to turn and walk back into the house, you seemed to remember the knife for you fluently reached your hand back and pulled it out as if you had done it several times before. Your eyes gazed over the rather sharp blade blankly before your eyes finally settled on the handle where you saw a name carved.
Out of curiosity you unwrapped your hands enough for you to see the name carved under your closed hands that had rested naturally on the wooden handle. You felt you eyes widen slightly when you saw the name “Jeff” carved roughly into the wood.
“So it wasn't you Slendy... nice to know my stalker isn't exactly one for dismembering I suppose.” You murmured to yourself before taking the knife by the handle and stabbing it with as much force as you could into the post next to your door, leaving it there till someone came to remove it.
“HERE MR.JEFF! YOU CAN HAVE YOU KNIFE BACK!” You called out before sauntering into the house and closing the door gently behind you, your only mission now to clean out your wound and stop it from bleeding.
You had to admit that you were as scared as anyone could be, but you played it cool so you could think clearly. If you started flipping out how were you suppose to figure out what to do next? No one could think clearly while flipping out, and the last thing you were going to do was give your new visitors the satisfaction of seeing you scared shit-less.
It would only encourage them, or at least this “Jeff”.
--- Slendy P.O.V. ---
I was shocked when I saw a knife fly out from the bushes and just graze the girls cheek. Though my shock was quickly replaced with anger when I saw the blood drizzle down your cheek and a single drop fell from your chin and landed on the dry ground, staining the grass beneath you red. Even if it was in one spot it was enough to piss me off.
I had told Jeff you were my victim, and yet he goes and throws a knife at you anyway! I know he was just doing it to get on my nerves, otherwise he would have used your unpreparedness against you and planted the knife right in your head. Yet I still felt the need to take one of his own knives and cut off his-
“No Slender, that can wait for another time.” I had to tell myself before I quickly darted my gaze around the area to ensure Jeff just hadn't missed and was planning to throw another. To my relief I heard him cackle before the sound of foot steps faded quickly into the forest, or at least I assumed.
I watched as you swiftly pulled the knife out of your back pocket where you had placed it for safe keeping and then, after looking it over, stabbed it into the wooded post right next to your door. What you said next made me chuckle despite the circumstances. You were doing the kind thing and returning his knife, the same knife that had cut your cheek and because of it was stained with the faint color of red, and your face was now scared and in pain.
“Odd in deed.” I hummed to myself before shaking my head and positioning myself on the ground to wait for night fall. I had to make sure MY victim was OK after all, it wouldn't be as fun if there was no struggle in the end.
“Mr. Jeff, how cute!” I head a chuckle from behind me. I turned my gaze slightly and low and behold stood Jeff, a wicked smile on his face as he made his way over. I was surprised he had the guts to show himself after his little performance.
Quickly I lifted a technical and punched him square in the stomach, causing him to fly back and with a grunt slam into a tree. That was for harming you after I had said not to, but of course I wouldn't say that, the killer would just take it the wrong way.
After the maniac had recovered from the blow, he let out a raspy chuckle and sat next to me, his wide eyes landing on the knife that was still jabbed into your door frame.
“Sorry Slendy, I just HAD to see what you found so interesting about her. Now I see why you want to take this one so much. She's weird.” He spoke, his voice finally leaving its chuckling tone as he seemed to settle down from what ever he had found so funny before.
“Weird?” I mumbled, not exactly sure what he meant by that. I had never really called humans weird before, they were always odd or off character, no human ever seemed to posses a weird feature. I saved the word 'weird' for creepy-pasta members or wanna bee’s who tried there hardest to become a creepy-pasta member but failed.
“Yea, what human has ever just casually taken a knife that was thrown at them with murderous intent and then just stabbed it into a post and told the person who threw it they could have it back. Then just saunter into the house like nothing had happen?” Spoke the killer as he lifted his arms up and rested them behind his head as he leaned back against the tree that was covering them.
“Jeff, she isn't weird, she is odd. YOUR weird.” I muttered, giving him a side glance before my vision wondered back towards the house, not really wanting to give him my full attention.
“EY! Don't insult me skyscraper, besides, aren't weird and odd the same thing anyway? Its just the way you use them.” He murmured, turning his full attention to me expecting me to do the same, which I refused to.
“Who knew you had a thought processes under all that oil spewing from the depths of that mush of soggy meat you call a brain.” I grumbled, still unhappy that he had cut you. Even if he had done it to tick me off, it didn't stop me from being upset.
After Jeff had a second to take in what I had just said, his eyes flashed with an dangerous anger before he growled a me, pulling one of his other knives from his sweatshirt and pointing it at me.
“Don't make me slice you marshmallow man! Just because your a creepy-pasta like me doesn’t mean I won't!” He snapped, running the already sharp blade along the wood as if sharpening it before pointing it back at me again.
I aggressively lashed one of my tentacles against another tree near by causing a few of the lower branches to fall just a few feet away from where the killer was. “I'm glad we have an understanding.”
I watched as he stiffened and tried to hide the little fear that had been risen from him but it was clear he had gotten the point for he put his knife away and let out a small sigh.
--- Time-Skip to nigh fall ---
I sighed as I saw the last of the light in the cabin go out, finally. Jeff had been talking almost non stop the whole time we were waiting for you to finally decided to tuck yourself into bed. To make it simple, he was driving me nuts, though I didn't really say much about it. Quickly I stood startling the chatty killer for a moment before he saw the lights were finally out, allowing us to approach the house to get his knife and allow me to do some spying.
With a chuckle I watched as the killer walked up the the house and with a small amount of effort pull his knife from the post. He balanced the blade in his hand as if weighing it before letting his already wide smile grow and shoving the blade into his sweatshirt pocket with his others.
After he was done with that, I shuffled over quietly to the open kitchen window. It was small but it would be do able to get into the house to do a little spying then slip out of when I was done. As I approached the entrance, I stopped seeing a small plate with a cover over it and on top sat note.
Jeff seeing me stop made his way over and let his wide eyes rest on the cover with the note. After a few seconds of internal controversy. I watched as he made his way over to the note and picked it up, letting his eyes scan over the words before he let out a hellish cackle which raised my curiosity and alarm.
“Shut it muskrat! Or you'll wake the girl.” I muttered while taking a near by stick and shoving it into his mouth to shut him up before taking the note and reading it.
Dear Slendy and Jeff,
After today’s incidents, I figured you might be hungry so I made you some snacks. I know I was.
I let a small smile form as I let out a quiet chuckle. How odd in deed.
After that I lifted a tentacle and took the sheet lightly before moving it aside. There under the small cover sat a batch of brownies with frosting smileys on them. Jeff was loosing it and literally, as humans said, “ROFL-ing.”
He held his sides in a failed attempt to stop the aching that came with lack of air as he flopped around on the ground like a fish out of water, gasping for air. If it weren’t for the stick I had shoved into his mouth, he would have woken you up for sure. It was a good thing all the windows were sealed shut except for the kitchen, which had a door blocking it off from the rest of the house.
I couldn't help but let out a small laugh though, it was very interesting. A human baking sweets for creepy-pasta members. How odd, or dare I say 'weird.' She was definitely cocky, and very entertaining to watch. Maybe letting her live a little longer then I had planned wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Jeff had finally seemed to recover from his laugh attack for his sat up with a huff before spitting the stick from his mouth and getting to his feet.
“Might as well not let them go to waist.” He murmured before picking up the plate and making his way back towards the hideout, a small skip in his step as he walked, stuffing brownies into his mouth as he went.
“Save some for the others, otherwise they won't be to happy with you.” I sighed as I followed after him to make sure he was saving some for the others at the hideout. It wasn't everyday that we gained sweets, so brownies would be a real treat for everyone.
“That's what they get for not tagging along.” The killer defended, taking another bite out of the treat he was eating.
All I could do was sigh as I followed after him, knowing that if he ate them all it would be his own damn fault when he got the crap beat out of him.