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Jeff the killer

I had just come back from killing with Eyeless Jack and I was covered head to toe in our victims' blood. The faint flickering light of the lamppost illuminated the dull cement as I walked under it. I texted (Y/N), telling her I'll be stopping by her place to visit. I was just passing a black jeep when something large hit me in the back, then my head came in contact with the cement with a thump as the world faded to black, leaving me in silence.

I woke up and immediately I had a headache. I regained my posture and realized I was in a wooden chair with my hands tied together behind my back. My ankles we're tied with rope as well. My mouth was covered so I couldn't talk. I heard a door behind me open, then the sound of something with a bunch of loose metal items being wheeled in through the door rang throughout the entire room I was in. My captor turned on a bright lamp and I was blinded for a few minutes. My vision focused and I came face to face with a man, half his face was covered by a surgical mask. He let out a dark chuckle and grabbed one of the mystery metal items from what I was guessing, a trolley. He showed me a scalpel. He then proceeded to roll my hoodie sleeves up, he slowly drew a long line up my arms, making me try to twist and squirm away but the ropes held me in place. I could hear my own blood dripping onto the ground, what a familiar sound, just because I can feel the sticky substance running down my arms. He took the scalpel and did the same with my legs. He then took a large knife and stabbed my gut repeatedly. I held it together as beads of bloody sweat poured down my forehead. He held up a syringe filled with a liquid and I felt it poke a hole in my arm. Within seconds, I couldn't move my arms anymore so I was stuck in my own thoughts, screaming curses as this person. The man stabbed me in my rib cage and the knife got stuck on one of my bones. I mentally grimaced as I heard the piece of metal grind against my rib cage as the person tried to get it out. He huffed and pulled down his surgical mask and took his glasses off. It was (Y/N)'s ex-boyfriend.

"Surprised to see me, Jeffy boy? Thought you would. You took what was mine so I made the action to get revenge!" He let out another dark chuckle and took another syringe out. You know what this is, Jeff? This stuff will heighten your senses, making everything more painful because it was your nervous system become more aware than a normal human has, I wonder how much more intense it is for a inhuman being!" I felt another poke in my arm before he pushed my chair over ,and my head snacked against the ground again as I landed in a pool of my own blood. I couldn't control my breathing and all my wounds hurt and stung so much, that I thought I would just die right there. The pain was so excruciating I just wanted to die. I heard the trolley filled with torture items and the man pushing it, leave the room. Sweat poured down my forehead as I tried to not move an inch. I heard the door open again, small footsteps were heard coming up behind me as I lay on the ground in pain. "Jeff?" I heard (Y/N)'s voice behind me. "Y-yes... It's me.." I managed to wheeze out. She raced over to my side cupping my bruised face gingerly caressing her soft fingers across my pale, cracked skin. The world started to fade to black again as (Y/N)'s voice became distant. Leaving me in silence again.

BEN Drowned

I was iceskating alone on the half frozen lake while (Y/N) was getting some ingredients to make lunch. I saw a man wrapped up in a layer of clothing skating his way over to me. I thought he was just a friendly neighbour coming to say hi. Boy was I wrong. I realized he wasn't even looking at me so I turned to get out of his way but he bumped me and I fell face first onto the hard ice. Blood dripped out of my nose and my mouth as I turned and scowled menacingly at the mysterious man before my left side of my face came in contact with the blade on his skates. Blood dripped onto the white ice and the man kicked me in the gut. I was disoriented and the cold combined with the shock made me immobilized to the man's violent actions. He dragged me onto dry land and threw me into what I think was a van. He slammed on the gas pedal and sped off to who knows where. The man dragged me across the pavement and into what I was guessing his house. My blood from my left cheek left a big red smear on the carpet. I was thrown into a room and I was chained to a wall and blindfolded. He continuously kicked me in the stomach and punched my face till I was too weak to even keep my head up. It got even worse when he started to whip my stomach and slicing me with a knife. I'm pretty sure I was bleeding from almost every exposed area on my body. The man chuckled darkly before leaving the room and slamming the door. A few minutes later I heard the van he was driving start and the engine faded away. A few days later I heard the front door squeak open. I panicked silently, thinking he had returned. The door opened to my room and I prepared for the worse again, even in my half conscious state, I was still freaking out. I was so weak and pale from starving. I heard footsteps come close to me and I flinched when a soft hand touched my good cheek gingerly, I open my eyes to see it was (Y/N), she looked pale in the face when she saw my shirt was in shreds and covered in blood from the whip and there were millions of stab wounds bleeding too, along with the gash in my left cheek. My beaten face was barely recognizable. "(Y/N)...help me out of here..please..." I begged. She nodded frantically and grabbed the key on the table and unlocked the chains. I fell to the ground and landed in my own pool of blood. (Y/N) helped me up and practically carried me the whole way to her car and out of it. She placed me down on the couch and started to dress the wounds on my legs. She lifted my shirt up and flinched, seeing that it was bruised and in shreds, plus the stab wounds. She used at least two rolls of gauzes to cover my entire torso. She grabbed an ice pack and held it to my forehead. She dressed the gash in my cheek and gave me painkillers. I fell asleep peacefully in her arms. Safety at last...

Eyeless Jack

I was feeling hungry so I looked for the nearest house, which landed me in a man's room, seeing that he had left the window open. I then came face to face with the one person who made my black blood boil like the thousand suns was cooking it. (Y/n)'s Ex-Boyfriend. He grabbed a gun from his side table and pointed it at me. He smirked. I just returned the same one, bringing out my scalpel but then he started to talk. "So you're the shrimp my beautiful girlfriend dumped me for, pathetic!" He chuckled, playing around with his gun. "She didn't dump you, you miserable freak! You never loved her! You cheated on her and broke her heart, I fixed what you had broken!" I scowl at the disgusting man before me. "Then I have something to thank you for, I'll eliminate you and she will come running back to me, seeing how weak you are!" He grinned his twisted smile at me. I had enough and charged at him. He started shooting and it didn't faze me, it was like a new demon had awoken inside of me, driving me to destroy this monster. He got me in my lower-right stomach area and my left shoulder, he got me directly in the gut before I tackled him. I started slashing at him as he put his arms up in defence. Blood splatters painted the floor and walls. He landed a punch across my face on my right cheek. He pushed me off him and pinned me down as he punched my face repeatedly, my blue mask was no longer on my face. It lay cracked on the ground by the window. He grabbed his gun and shot me in the chest multiple times and I just lose all feeling to my limbs. Everything was numb and the world before me blurred in and out of existence. The man kicked my body away as he grabbed my scalpel and threw it out the window. I felt myself being dragged and thrown into the back of a truck and we started moving. I looked up at the sky as it turned grey and thunder started.

Your POV* (dun dun dunnnnnn)

You waited patiently for EJ to come home but he was a half hour late and you were starting to get worried. You paced around the living room with thoughts racing through your head. "Is he cheating on me?", "did he get lost?", "did the police capture him?", "did he run away?".

You were ripped from your thoughts when your cell started to ring. You got hope that it was EJ but it was just your friend. She's the only one who knows your boyfriend is a kidney stealer, but you assured her he has gone on a small diet and only eating bad people's kidneys. "H-hello? (Y/N)? I have some bad news, come to your Ex-boyfriend's house, NOW" she whisper-yelled. "Why? It's 7:36pm (b/f/n)! Never mind I will be there!" You hiss and hang up, knowing your Ex probably did something bad. You run through the house as you grabbed your purse and your car keys and then race out the door, then hopped in your car and started it. You drive to your boyfriend's place and the door is open and all the lights are on. "(Y/N)!!!! You have to see this!!!" Your (b/f/n) whispered in your ear, a look of pure fear was in place of your friend's normal "happy-go-lucky" aura and demeanour. You walk in the the metallic scent of blood hits your nostrils, making you gag. You see a trail of black substance leading from the bedroom to the garage. You look into the bedroom and see EJ's masked laying in a pool of the black substance. There was a crack starting at the bottom of the left eye zigzagged down. You follow the trail and upon further inspection, it's blood that turned old. You see the blood stops abruptly in the garage, tire marks visible in the road. You and your friend hop into your car and follow the tire marks. It was raining. You didn't notice before. It got very heavy as you came upon the city park. You run along the pathway in the park with your coat on, calling for Jack. You see a figure coming towards you and your friend. "Stay away! We have a weapon and we're not afraid to use it against you!" (B/f/n) threatened. The figure comes closer and stands under a lamppost and leans against it as he holds his chest in obvious discomfort. The figure is hunched over so you can't see his face. You now can see the dripping brown hair and familiar grey hoodie. It was Jack. Behind him you saw the same black substance quickly washing away from the rain. "Jack!!!!" You nearly trip into him when he falls on his knees and starts coughing. You grab his shoulders to try and make him look at you. "Found me..." Is all that Jack says before he falls into a heap in front of you. "We need to get him medical attention fast! Who knows how long he's been like this!!!" (B/f/n) says, flipping Jack onto his back and grabbing under his armpits. You nod and grab his legs and you two place him across the back seat of your car as (b/f/n) drives to the nearest hospital.

Eyeless Jack's POV*

I wake up slowly as the world goes into focus. I see (Y/N) sitting in a chair beside me. Wait... Am I in a hospital? I can't remember what had happened but all I know is I'm really sore everywhere and really dizzy. "(Y/N)?" My almost inaudible voice croaks out. She lifts her head and wraps her arms around me gently. "I thought you were dead! I was so worried Jack!" (Y/N) squeezed my hand and held it to her cheek. I pull back the covers and see a million stitches covering my torso. Then I remember everything. (Y/N) and (b/f/n) made me tell them what had happened to me. Turns out (Y/N)'s EX got caught by the neighbours and was sent to jail for attacking me. The wounds on his arms and face were considered to be proof it was just self defence, also (Y/N) and (b/f/n) backed me up. He's in jail for 10 years. I went home after 3 days of recovery after the doctors made sure the stitches were in place.

Human! Sonic.EXE

I was running around the circuits and scaring little kids playing my game late at night when all of a sudden a hand smashes through one of the tv screens and it grabs my neck and pulls me out forcefully throwing me on the ground. "Who do you think you are! Poisoning my daughter's mind with these mind games?! You ruined everything! She was supposed to be a good slave but nooooooo, she's a fat pig now! She constantly is playing all your silly games!" He spat. I scramble into the tv and run away. I hop through what I thought was (Y/N)'s but turns out, it was her father's, and that one was his friend's house I was thrown into last time. He apparently has a group of old men who hate electronics and games. So once her father found out I can live hide in electronics, they were out searching and trying to kill me. "What the heck!? I got you now digital little piece of crap!!! You're such a blue freak!!!" (Y/N)'s father fussed and kicked me in the face. He threw a big heavy piece of brick and threw it down on my head. I could feel myself being dragged and then thrown into a tub full of cold water. I don't react well with water, being digital and all, but cold water made it even worse. I started to glitch and this gave me a massive migraine. Blood streamed down the corners of my mouth. I sat there for hours and I could faintly hear (Y/N) saying something like "where is he?!" Or "he is supposed to be here!". I heard the door to the bathroom swing open and I heard (Y/N) gasp and the feeling of air hitting my wet skin made me shiver. Everything else was just a blue blur....

I woke up in (Y/N)'s bed. Sitting up I was hit with the feeling of nausea and dizziness. I grabbed a bucket and threw up in it. I heard the springs creak and I sunk a bit. I continued to barf but then I felt a small hand rubbing my back in circles. (Y/N) was looking at me with tired eyes as she continued to rub my back. I snuggled up to her as we watched some Saturday morning cartoons. We acted like nothing happened. I want to keep it like that. Apparently I had caught the flu thanks to being in the cold water for so long. (Y/N)'s father went to a mental institution after he ran around the streets last night at around midnight, going to neighbour's houses and yelling "there is a hedgehog boy in my bathtub!!!" over and over.

Hoodie

I was walking down the sidewalk to (Y/N)'s place to have some lunch with her best friend, (b/f/n). I was half hour early so I decided to go through the park for a bit and make a loop back to the direction of (Y/N)'s house. I accidentally bumped into a man when I wasn't paying attention. "Hey punk! Watch were you're going I-" the man stopped yelling at me and just stared at my maskless face. "Hey! You're the rat that stole my girl, (Y/N)!" He poked my chest and pushed me back a bit. "Hey! First come first serve pal!" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Looking at him I immediately shrunk back. You could almost see the fumes coming out of his ears he was so mad. He took a swing to my face and hit me square in the nose. I ducked another swing to my face and tackled him and pushed him over. He kicked my legs and knocked me off my feet. My head hit the concrete with a thud as me and him struggled to get up again. I kicked his face and he punched my gut, causing blood to fly out of our mouths. I punched his gut in return. At this point he was like a mad bull. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and smashed my face against a lamppost and then threw me over his head and I landed in a freezing cold pond. I gasped and sat up, and just as I was getting up he pounced on me and held my head under the water. I started to thrash and try to get out but he was too heavy and I couldn't feel my legs under his weight. I started to see red in the once, clear water. The sunlight shining through until a shadow cast over it. My vision faded but I could still hear. I heard many different voices, men and woman yelling and hollering I could faintly hear, just then the weight on my legs disappeared and I was being dragged out onto land. But I couldn't feel anything, no. Am I dead? Is this what death feels like? A black void? Thoughts raced through my half conscious state and my oxygen-deprived brain. Slowly I began to regain my hearing and feeling to my sore body, just as I heard the sound of police cars and ambulances arrive, I heard the sweet voice of (Y/N) calling.

I woke up laying shirtless on (Y/N)'s couch. I heard almost every bone in my body crack and loosen. It was around 8 a.m. I grab a blanket and go into (Y/N)'s bathroom and nearly jump out of my skin. I looked pale with dark bags under my eyes. My bottom lip had a split in it and there were stitches crossing over my right eyebrow. I had stitches on my left shoulder and a big bandage wrapped around my stomach. My hands were bandaged around my knuckles and palms. Also there was a bandage obviously covering at least 40 stitches on my upper right arm. I wince in pain as I look at my back. As far as I could see, there was millions of cuts on my upper back and I could definitely feel wounds covered by the bandage around my stomach area. I limp over to the couch and turn the fireplace on. Just then I heard a tired yawn and see (Y/N) and (b/f/n) had slept on the ground in front of the coffee table. The fire woke them up and they tiredly yawned before I made an "ahem". Their heads whipped around and look at me wide-eyed, seeing my wrapped in a blanket. (Y/N) jumped up and gave me a gentle hug as she snuggled into my neck. (B/f/n) exaggerated a gag. We all decided to just watch Netflix all day and eat popcorn while I healed for the next whole week.

Ticci Toby

I leap from tree to tree, dodging low hanging branches in the way as I skillfully land with almost no sound at all. I am after all, a 2 hatchet wielder. Totally badass, right? I was on my way to meet up with my girlfriend, (Y/N) for lunch. (Y/N) always told me: "curiosity killed the cat", I didn't pay any mind to the silly saying but now I know what it means. Along the way I had gotten distracted by the orange glow that appeared at the corner of my eye between the trees so I thought it wouldn't hurt to see who or what is in my forest. I was crouched above a camp containing supposedly a 20 year old man and woman, and a older gentlemen around the age of 50 was smoking. I strain to listen to what they're saying, and I only hear small bits. "This is where he should be..." The man had said to the woman, but she had a loud and high-pitched voice that I could hear clearly. "It's impossible, this forest is huge and he might not even be anywhere near us! Let just give up and go home already!" The woman whined as she stomped her foot impatiently and kicking up bits of earth like a child. "We're getting that $100,000 reward whether it takes us days to find him, we just need to stay put until he finds us instead! Stop being a princess Rebecca or you can go home alone!" The man huffed as he sat down not realizing he had stood up during his little rant. I hear them whispering again and I lean over to listen to their conversation. But before I knew it, I had lost my footing and my feet slipped forward and out from under me in slow motion. I hit my head on the branch I was standing on as I plummeted down to earth. My head in a daze as I feel the smaller branches that broken off from my fall, land on my body. I hear a faint voice of the same man who wants the $100,000 reward say "What was that, who's there?!" And I hear dark laughs and chuckles all around me a few seconds later. Then something started to poke me in the ribs. A red stiletto. "Do you think it's alive?" The girl with the high-pitched voice asked. "Yeah, he's just playing dead, let's take him and stash him somewhere so we can get supplies!" A man happily says as I feel my legs being picked up as my weakened body is dragged along the forest floor, going over rocks, logs, dips in the ground, through small rivers and any rough terrain or obstacle that they don't even bother picking me up. I think I know why I can't move, judging from the height of that tree, I bet the way I landed has caused me to break or fracture every bone in my body.

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