As it so happens, I am apparently NOT lucky, I didn't update, so I updated just now.

And for those who didn't discover the story until just a few minutes ago: Congratulations, you didn't have to wait for such a long time for an update.

Anyway....Yeah, enjoy!

Jeff the Killer

The room you were in was completely white, it was like that in every direction you looked and it went on infinitely, and it probably would have worried you...except, there were kittens everywhere.

Balls of fuzz were pawing at your arms, eyes of every color going wide and toothless kitty smile attempts when they meowed. You groaned in frusteration, kneeling on the floor of the room, they were all so cute, so helplessly adorable, and so FLUFFY, you just want to hold them all at once. Their soft fur was just so inviting, and so...kitteny, if there was such a word.

But considering your limit of only two arms, you could only hug and love an armful at a time. Sometimes, being human had it's drawbacks.

A light sensation of softness at your thigh made you turn your head down. The pawing came from one of the many kittens around you, and this one had somehow caught your eye, it was unusually smaller than all the others and it's eyes were so BIG and so BLUE.

You dropped the young tabby kitties that you had been holding until that moment,  they fell to the floor, landing on their tiny paws and went back to trying to get your attention again.

You grinned at the tiniest kitten and held your hands out to it. "Aw, you little thing, isn't it illegal to be that cute? I'm going to have to turn you in," You cooed, just on the verge of touching the kitty's fur.

Then, it rang.

It took you a minute for your mind to fully process the situation, and when it did, all it knew was:

The tiniest kitty had opened its mouth wide and quite literally just rang.

RIIING, RIIING, RIING!

You flinched away from the kitten, almost falling backwards and flattening the innocent balls of fluff sitting there, and said in a surprised voice,"Okay! Okay! I won't turn you in! I promise!"

But the cat didn't stop, if anything, it had just gotten louder, and at this you glared at it,"You did that on purpose! Shut up, or I WILL turn you-"

But at this point, you realized that the tiniest kitten hadn't increased its volume at all. No, out of the corner of your eye, you saw another two cats sitting just two feet away, doing the exact same thing the first cat did. They were then joined by another...then another.....and anothe-screw it, pretty soon, your poor ears were at the mercy of ringing cats.

You held the palms of your hands tightly against your ears, but it did nothing to muffle the sound, as if the noise was coming from your head itself.

"Stupid cats," You shouted, just about to the point of hitting your head against the blank white ground,"I'm switching to puppies, you little bastards!"

Then you opened your eyes.

No more kittens or empty white rooms of foreverness. Just you lying down on your couch, staring straight at a screen with credits rolling up, with nothing but that screen and the light nearest to the couch letting your eyes focus enough to see.

One thing was still there though. And that was that damn ringing.

Grumbling something about cats, you got up from your palace of comfort-your couch, just in case you were confused-and hunted for that phone.

You yawned, as you finally found it, seeing as it was one of those house phones that had to be connected to an electric outlet, you had to stand while you answered the phone, simply because the cord was too short to make it back to your lovely couch. In a very agitated voice, due to the caller having successfully dragged you from your sleep, you said,"What do you want?"

"H-hello?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, something wasn't right here. You didn't recognize the voice on the other line. This voice, it was extremely shaky, unsteady, it almost sounded...scared. You weren't given any time to analyze further, and the next thing came up in a slight blur.

The voice continued, very quietly,"Please. He's coming after me. I-I thought if I ignored him, he would leave me alone. But he's killed them, I'm scared."

The voice on the other line turned into what sounded like coughing and whining together, sobbing. By now, you knew something was wrong, no one could possibly say something like that in a tone so genuinely terrified.

You stuttered back a reply, you weren't sure why this person had called your house instead of the police, as that would seem more appropriate, but you had to say something to the other person, who was most likely a crying mess at the moment,"L-look, stop crying. I can't understand you when you are crying. Tell me what happened."

The voice on the other side stopped crying, or at least was able to reduce their weeps into struggled gasps, and attempted to answer,"S-someone broke into my house, h-he killed my parents. They w-were just sleeping,"The sobs made a comeback,"H-h-he's looking for me, b-but I am under my bed."

You were about to ask the question that was nagging at you the most,' Who was 'he'?' There was the talk about someone killing parents, and someone breaking into this person's house, but who was this 'he'?

A sudden crash of something on the other line stopped the question on the its way out, there were loud thumps following instantly after. Whimpering from who you were speaking with, which had suddenly given away to a scream that made you drop your the phone, and even from the floor, the scream could still be heard, echoing in your mind. Horrible. Horrible.

Horrible.

Your knees suddenly felt weak and you couldn't stand anymore, in the state of shock you were in, you fell to the floor, getting closer to the phone. The scream dwindled into nothing but a groan, then nothing.

You stared at that phone, your eyes refusing to even blink. What happened to the scared voice? You knew that picking up the phone would be stupid, your subconscious, your instinct was telling you to drop the call and hang up. It was your instinct, what your guts were telling you, and yet...

You picked up the phone, shakily, holding it up to your lips as you spoke,"Hello?"

Nothing. At first. Then, after a shuffle of something, there was a sort of crackling on the other side, and for a second, you thought that the person you had talked to had picked up the phone, and relief washed over you.

But only for a second. That relief froze at the next words uttered.

"Well, what do we have here?"

You pulled the phone away from you, at arm's length. This wasn't your person, this voice sounded older, deep, and something else you couldn't quite describe, distinctly a boy's.

The voice continued,"I know you're there, speak to me or I'll get mad", Laughter,"No one likes to see me mad."

You certainly didn't want to get the boy mad, but you certainly didn't want to speak to him. In a blur of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind,"You have reached our answering machine service, please leave a name and a number after the beep. If you wish to translate to Spanish, press one. For French, press two. For Braille, press three-"

Growling. You stopped talking immediately, then the voice continued in a sickenly sweet tone, as much as it could with a maniacal voice like that boy's anyway,"I don't have time for games right now, sweetie. But if you want..."

He laughed. You flinched, you didn't want to hear what he was going to say next, but your arms would not hang up the phone, they wouldn't listen to you.

The boy continued,"...I'll play with you next. Don't worry, if you get tired of our game, I'll make sure you get a lot of rest."

He said one last thing before the line went dead, and you were there, frozen and confused at what had happened to you tonight.

"Go to sleep, dear."

You placed the phone back on its holder, now just beginning to stand up.

Go to sleep?

Usually, on any given day, you would take that chance with a wide smile, but right now, you didn't feel like sleeping.

I UPDATED! *Candies and balloons everywhere.*

Okay, so before you all decide to get annoying about it, I want to talk about this update.

Q-Why didn't you get to meet Jeff in person?

A-Anyone who believes they can survive meeting Jeff the Killer in person, please raise your hand. It would be preferable, of course, to have you meet Jeff straight off, but because the possibilities of him not killing you are very low, and I would very much not like to have you lovely readers stabbed, I had him indirectly meet you. Fear not, I will try to make this interesting for you, heh-heh-heh......

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think of it.

Adios, Lovely Readers!

**People say monsters have no hearts.
They Lie.**