User:Darkelvenb98

Jeff the Killer versus Slender man (My version (which is the real one)) with a special appearance of: Jane the Killer

Mathew had lived a simple life: he got good grades, was dating the girl of his dreams, and loved a good creepy pasta. One night he was up on the forums, this was around 2 a.m., when he decided it was time for bed. He slowly climbed into the bed, letting sleep engulf him. Sleep brought him little comfort for he had a nightmare that that a man with a blood red smile was watching him. He woke up in a sweat; he looked at his alarm clock and noticed it was 5 o’clock. He slowly got up to go relieve himself when he noticed a detail, that one detail when you know you have been living a lie, when you know you are doomed. He noticed that the window was open but he was sure he had shut it before he went to bed, but that was not all, there was a trail of blood going from the window to the hallway outside of his bedroom. He started screaming. The door to his room slowly opened and he saw his dad's arm opening it “DAD HELP, BLOOD!” he screamed as if he was five. As the door was pushed open he saw the end of the arm, the literal end. It had been chopped off from its previous owner and was now being used as a puppet by the new one. Holding the end of the arm was a figure, clad in black with spiky black hair flowing to the right. The figure stepped into the moonlight and Mathew saw the figure in its full. It was a man, or so it seemed. His eyes were white with little black dots in the middle, his smile forged with the blood of his victims, the insane look of pleasure in his eyes, the smell and aroma of death around him, his black jacket stained red with blood. “No, no no no no no nonononono! You're not real! You can’t be here!” Mathew screamed. The man cocked his head curiously to the side and almost whispered. “I’m not, this is a dream Mathew, just go to sleep, you’ll wake up in a happy place, I promise,” the shadow whispers. “NO I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF I LISTEN TO YOU! I’LL DIE!” Mathew yelled back, cowering on his bed. “The way I see it child, it will just be easier if you go to sleep like your parents did! ALL I WANT TO DO IS HELP NOW,DO AS I SAY!” the man said in his whispery voice. “Or what?” Mathew exclaimed, trying to ask bravely. “It is too late, You should have listened, I hope you are appeased at what you made me do!” With the final word the man brought the knife appertaining to him that he had hidden behind his back and lunged at Mathew. Mathew managed to dodge the first blow…but not the second, or the third, or the sixtieth. When the man was done he walked out of the house and into the woods. This man is called ‘Jeff the Killer’.

Two hours later had Jeff looking down at the grave of his parents, and laughing. He remembered his first kill; the screams, the pains, the worries, the curses. He enjoyed those moments. His first kill had been his brother, Liu. He had always thought he was better than Jeff, he and his buddies used to beat him up. Finally Jeff had enough; he finally took a knife and plunged it into his brother’s heart. That was the moment when he lost it. He went on a killing rampage, starting with his brother, then parents, then aunts, uncles, grandparents, until he was the last of his bloodline. He had killed them all. That’s where he got his smile from, he was always happy, especially when killing. So he took the blood of all of his victims and spread it across his cheeks so he would forever be smiling, even in death. Death, just the thought of it made him shiver. This is the thing Jeff strived for. This is what he fed off of. As he bathes in his ‘victims’ blood he feels zen… at this moment he isn't 100% insane. All he wanted to do is help people. All he wanted was to help people go to sleep. The rest that would end misery, the rest that he allowed his family to have. He did this because he loves everything. He just wants to help, damnit! Jeff then noticed how caught up in his thoughts he was, this scared him. So he decided to go home and sleep off another successful kill. He stole one last glance at his parents and brothers grave, then left.

Samuel looked down and noticed the blood dripping from his hands as he picked up the decapitated body and took it to the woods. After he found a suitable place to hide the body he took the shovel off his back and started digging. A good five minutes later had Sam in a five foot deep hole about five feet long. He stuffed the body in there when he heard a crackle behind him. He swung around and took his gun out of its holster. “WHOS THERE?!” He yelled, he spun around as he heard another crackle behind him. He saw the decapitated body standing, or so it seemed. He suddenly got a violent slash across his chest spilling his intestines on the ground. Blood spurted from Sam’s mouth as something plunged into his shoulder. The two sharp objects penetrated his eye sockets popping his eyeballs, causing him to scream loudly puking up blood by the gallon. In his last wheezing breath he finally saw his “invisible attacker”. The shadow was a tall thin man, dressed in a neat pitch black suit with a black tie, followed by black shoes. The man reached a height of about eight feet and had tentacles. Lots of tentacles, with pointed steel tipped ends. The ends that had obviously pierced the man’s skin; there were at least 20 of them writhing around, and he looked like a tree oddly enough. The most distinct feature of this creature was its face. It didn’t have one. It was like the world was too scared to show it. As the man slipped into oblivion he felt the monster pulling at him. He could feel the creature’s hatred. Could see it in its faceless face. He saw fire. He felt fire. He would feel this eternal pain in his soul, material form, and mind for all eternity. He screamed the scream of a man, who knew he was going to die. Yet he refused. Refused to give in, but he couldn’t fight it. He knew this the first time the tentacle struck him. So all he could do is watch as it brought him back to his realm to live an eternity in flames that would forever burn.

The fog of hate that was Slender Man drifted back into the woods. The only thing that Slender Man was truly afraid of was humans that knew that it was real. REALLY real. The humans that knew this could easily modify his story, and change him. Slender Man ran on belief. He ran on the souls that were forever within his realm of hate and fire. They would burn there forever. They would sit in eternal flames for the rest of their soul’s life. Luckily a human’s soul is eternal, this wasn’t lucky for the human…just for Slendy. Oh and don't call the monster ‘Slendy’...it just pisses him off. Only I can call him that, for if he hunts me I can write him out of existence. As I said earlier anyone can modify his story but you have to truly believe in him...as I do. The only reason I am talking for Slendy, is because he feels nothing other than hate. He hates himself, he hates you, he hates me especially, and he hates water. Water is another weakness of his. He has many others but I will not speak of them, out of fear for his wrath. What I will say is that if he hunts you...kill yourself. It would be better that way.

Jane looked down at the dead body of the child called Mathew. Jeff was sloppy, and judging by this kill he was getting sloppier still. She was disappointed in him. She didn’t think she would be able to catch up to him this fast. It would be a shame to have to kill him after all these years of hunting. What a waste of human life. What kind of psycho would think that they could help a human by killing him?! This thought pressed in the front of her mind while she continued to work. She quickly picked up the body and threw it out the window for later, and took a rag and began scrubbing the blood off the floor. The police never helped in situations like this one. All they did was slow down her progress. Her job was to clean up the blood, bury the bodies, write the suicide notes, pay the bills, and sell the house. It was a lot of work but it had to be done. The only taxing work is the burying part. It didn’t really bother Jane that much as she had become so used to digging holes that she now had pretty large muscles. She didn't even have to work out anymore. All she had to do was dig graves. Needless to say she was ready for Jeff. She was ready for that final fight. One of them would be put to sleep this week. She could only hope and pray it wasn’t her. Who she would pray to, she didn’t know. She didn’t believe in a god, or any other type of supernatural form, because both her’s and Jeff’s existence proved that wrong.



Jeff looked around for his latest “patient” he must help him. He heard a crack in the forest he whipped around and ran into the forest behind the mans house. He made sure not to make any noise and began the hunt. Every crack of a twig, every branch snapped brought him closer and closer. He figured out where his patient was and climbed a tree nearby to get a better view. He saw the figure of his patient and jumped. He heard a scream as he pounced, but not the scream of a man, the scream of a woman. Confused he turned her around. The woman had black hair that fell neatly at her shoulders, and eyes, much like Jeffs, with little dots in the middle, she was a built female, with muscles as large as Jeffs. “Jane?…” Jeff asked, dropping his knife. “Yes, love.” Jane said, embracing him. Jeff felt a mix of emotions was this love? What the hell is this? He didn’t know but the next thing he DID know, Jane was kissing him and whispering “I’ve finally found you Cole!”. Jeff picked her up, wondering: Who was Cole? A little of his memory from his life before he was a killer slipped through. He saw roses in his hands and he handed them to a female. “...A rose for Rose.” Jeff said, as the end of this his mouth formed into a smile. “You know I don’t like that name Cole. I told you to call me Jane,” the woman, Rose he assumed, replied. At the end of this, Jeff got out of his flashback and back to reality. “Rose?...” He questioned, cocking his head to the side. “Cole! I knew some of you was still there!” Rose replied softly. “How and why did you find me?” Jeff asked staring at her wide eyed. “Once I saw that everyone in your family was dead and you were missing I had to find you. I had to make sure you were okay. That was when I discovered what you now did for a living. I had to stop you. But now I have hope! I have hope that you can go back to Cole and stop this madness!” she explained pushing her hands in the air. “I only want to help people.” he whispered, lowering his head. “This isn’t help, this is murder!” she reasoned, lifting up his head so he was looking forward again. Jeff started speaking in his whispery voice. “But...I put them to sleep. Like I did to my family. I do this because I love them...I pity them.” Jeff whispered again. “Well, we’ll work on- ” she stopped abruptly, blood spurting out of her mouth. “Jane!?, JANE!” Jeff yelled. Jane fell forward onto Jeff, a hole where her heart used to be. “WHAT THE?! WHO DID THAT?! I’LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT!” His voice becomes stronger as each and every individual word leaked out of his mouth. He gripped Jane’s lifeless body. “Jane?!” He tried again slapping her face lightly. He placed her body down, knowing she was dead and sneered. “I’ll kill you! YOU...YOU BAH, I’LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD AND TORTURE YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR PITILESS LIFE!!” Jeff screamed, agony almost falling out of his soul. A small spark lit behind him. He picked up his knife from the ground and spun around. A fire had started and a figure was standing in the distance. “COME HERE SO I CAN EAT YOUR THROAT! YOU COWARD!!!” Jeff growled at the intruder and ran through the flames in blind rage, not caring that him and his clothes were now on fire. He was so full of hatred and anger. His rule about putting people to sleep now was just a petty afterthought. He didn’t have time to register what his victim looked like, for he couldn’t care less. In seconds, he was upon the stranger and slashing wildly...but with each slash a cut opened on his chest. Stunned, he finally looked up and took in his opponents features. The man, if it was a man, was eight feet tall at least, his back held tentacles with sharp tips at the end, hung from the monster. These tentacles must have been the cause of Jane’s death! Hatred combined with fear filled him. Jeff stepped back not really knowing what to do. If he cut the monster, a cut would appear on him. If he ran the monster would catch up to him anyway. He decided to do what he did best. Stand and fight. He cared for others but not himself. His talk with Jane had opened a pit in his stomach. It had made him realize what he really was: a monster. He decided that if he was a monster...the one good act: Avenge Jane. Even at the cost of his own life. Jeff...Cole pulled out his knife and charged the figure.

Cole charged the monster and jumped on his back, slashing wildly aiming for his deadly tentacles. He sliced off one, two, three. When the figure picked him up with one of his tentacles, not missing a beat. ‘THEY ELONGATE?!’ Jeff thought to himself. As a tentacle penetrated his shoulder, hitting a blood vessel or two, but in his blind rage Cole denied the pain, and continued slashing. The figure managed to wrap all of his tentacles around Cole. A rush of wind knocked him out of breath as they were sent into a cemetery. The figure threw him against a grave stone cracking Cole’s head open. Blood poured from the wound but Cole didn’t even wince. The figure pressed into his mind. At first Cole Denied it, but eventually even his barriers went down. The figure pushed images into his mind. Images of fire, children, belief, and then of him. It sent an image of him into his mind and Cole saw his smile, his eyes, and realized something. He couldn't defeat this creature as Cole. He would have to let his insanity take over. The thought scared him. This time there would be no Jane to bring him back. This time if he lived it would be Jeff...forever. He just had to make sure that didn’t happen. Slowly he let down his barriers that had protected him from his ‘insanity’. He felt the teeming sense to help this figure go to sleep. But it would have to wait for him to be done with it first. Jeff looked up and saw the figure. He now knew all about it. He knew that if he didn't believe it would be weakened somewhat when fighting him. “YOU'RE NOT REAL,” Jeff screeched in his once again whispery voice. Slenderman, Jeff now knew what it was, seemed angered by this and teleported around Jeff seemingly unable to strike him. Jeff on the other hand started slicing and ripping. One tentacle flew right, the other flew left. Two down eight to go. With each slice Jeff felt as if he was on fire. The flames licking his skin. At the feeling of this Jeff went on a frenzy cutting and slicing only making the pain in him grow stronger but with that pain it gave him strength. With each cut and the pain that now racked his entire body his smile grew wider as the creatures seemingly endless number of tentacles grew back. “WHAT IS IT?! YOU THINK I’M AFRAID OF PAIN?! I WORSHIP IT!” Jeff screamed at the opponent. The monster seemingly angered by this, wrapped its tentacles around Jeff once again. “Not this time,” Jeff whispered, and thought of a beautiful place where the monster would surely be on its heels. They reappeared above a lake entwined as they slowly dived in. Slenderman sent a telepathic scream across all universes. Every living organism covered their ears and screeched at the seemingly endless sound. Jeff covered his own ears as blood started pouring out of them. Jeff let out a screech that filled his lungs with water. Jeff realized he was drowning and that Slenderman was going to teleport again. All he could do this time was hold on and wait. Jeff felt his feet hit solid ground, and took in a gulp of air. Breathing heavily, Jeff dug his fingers into the ground. Slenderman seemingly unphased by his lack of oxygen, picked up Jeff and slung him to the right into a tree limb. Impaled, Jeff screamed the vilest of curses. Slenderman cocked his head to the side. Jeff's face appeared where his should have been. Slenderman smiled with Jeffs smile. “You gave me a name petty mortal...and that was your downfall.” Slenderman mimicked Jeff’s whispery voice. “All you had to do, was not believe. That would have saved you. The madness that you let consume you, made you believe I was real. You could have a reason to fight me, because of a woman named Jane. Doesn’t matter to Jeff. It matters to Cole, but Cole is dead. You killed him. There is no hope for you. All you will ever be is a husk of a would-be man turned killer.” Slendermans tentacles brought out a lighter. His thumb on one of the hands he actually had. He played with the trigger and smiled crookedly at him. “YOU INSOLENT IDIOT! YOU KILLED JANE! NOW NO MATTER HOW MANY DAMN TIMES YOU SET ME ON FIRE: I. WILL. FIND. YOU.” Jeff yelled at Slenderman. “WHEN PEOPLE SEE YOU, ALL THEY DO IS HIDE! WHEN PEOPLE SEE ME? THEY DIE. THIS INCLUDES YOU OH SLENDER ONE!” Jeff rhymed in his most “poetic” voice and smiled back. Slenderman angered by this said: “Burn in Hell Jeff, I'll be seeing you there.” and threw the lighter at the ground of the tree.



Three hours later the fire department had finally put out the fire that had claimed all of the communities woodland. “Any bodies?” The local policeman asked? “Yes. The body of an unidentified woman, and one of our own, stabbed four times in the heart.”

THE END