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Jeff walked through the empty looking suburban town, mostly sticking to the shadows hiding his face within the confines of his hoodie. As much as he loved his face now, he didn't want anyone to be alert, best to be sneaky after all. Searching for his next victim, he comes upon a two story house, the lights inside shining through the curtains.

Within the confides of the house was Y/N and their family. Jeff smiles to himself wickedly, seeing as he found his new victims.

Jeff strolls up to the door and knocks in a playful pattern, immediately booking it to a nearby bush.

Y/N's mom answers the door and peers outside, seeing no one there. She disregards it after a few seconds and starts to go back inside. Seeing his moment, Jeff steps out from behind the bush and grabs her from behind, covering her mouth sealing her from making any noise.

He quickly draws his already bloody knife and slits her throat and whispers "go to sleep", the blood pouring out violently. The blood's seeping into the cracks of the porch, she convulses for a few moments before collapsing back onto Jeff.

Jeff sets the woman down on the floor and carves his signature mark into her face, a ghastly smile.

He steps back from the corpse to admire his handiwork, grinning widely before he starts dragging the body off the porch.

Meanwhile, the father noticed his wife was gone for a suspiciously long time. He gets up from the dinner table and tells the rest of his family to stay put.

The father cautiously steps out from behind the door, seeing a trail of blood. He steps out from the doorway and looks to his side, immediately being greeted by Jeff's fist. The father staggers back, blindly throwing punches at the attacker, missing them all due to being disorientated from Jeff's earlier punch.

Jeff satisfied with his fun, sucker punches the father following up with a few quick stabs to the gut, making sure to twist the knife around, letting the body drop to the floor. He walks around the outside of the house, searching for the breaker box.

The two kids trembled in fear under the dinner table after hearing the noises from the front door but never moved from the table to futher investigate. Dragging the phone under the table with them with 911 on speed dial, the call button was about to be pressed but suddenly the power went out.

Y/N notices the power go out along with the screams of their siblings, releasing a frustrated sigh they left their room.

Walking down the stairs in an annoyed manner, halfway down they see their sibling trying to run up the stairs when suddenly he's grabbed and dragged down, the sound of screaming and squelching following.

Y/N stumbled back up the stairs frightened by what they heard, running to their room thinking of where to hide as Jeff slowly walks up the stairs.

Y/N, now panicking, looks for a place to hide, unable to pick and stay with one spot. With Jeff surely approaching, they felt as if they were gonna piss themselves out of fear.

Y/N didn't get to hide in time cause the chill that ran down their spine from Jeff's cruel laugh left them frozen in place.

Y/N frantically looked around their room for a weapon of some sort, soon they see a fork resting in a old bowl and they grab it, holding it out in front of them, their arms visibly shaking.

Jeff stands at the doorway and stares, taking in Y/N and their measly fork. It was pitiful sight to behold but he liked watching the little people try to fight.

Y/N, seeing a chance to strike Jeff, they lunge at him, stabbing their fork into his gut. Jeff staggers a little, surprised someone actually stabbed him. He started to snicker, the snicker soon turning into a manical laugh.

Y/N dropped their fork and backed away from the killer, the realization hitting them that they may not make it out alive. They did a quick look around the room once again while Jeff slowly approaches them. With no other way out in sight, they closed their eyes as they swung their leg in between Jeff's, hitting him square in the testicles

Jeff shocked and in some pain, he dropped to the floor gripping his crotch, a slew of curses leaving his mouth. Taking their chance, Y/N bolted out the house with no real direction in mind just to escape at the forefront of it.

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Y/N continued to run until their legs felt numb, they looked around checking if Jeff was around, their chest feeling heavy from how hard they were trying to catch their breath.

To their avail, Jeff isn't anywhere to be seen but the paranoia didn't go away.

Jeff groaned in pain holding his crotch, "That little-" he bit his lip out of anger and walked out of the room, kicking Y/N's room door on his way out pissed about Y/N getting away.

Jeff trudged down the stairs, gripping the handle of his knife tightly, he walked past the children's bodies kicking and stomping them out of anger.

Y/N continued to walk through the streets, the part of town not looking familiar. They grew antsy and scared, thinking if Jeff or anyone like him would pop around the corner and kill them.

They found a convenience store and walked in, going to the counter, looking around them before looking at the cashier who seemed a little off put by the way they looked. With a shakey voice, Y/N asked "Do you have a phone I could use?".

The cashier seemed a little uncomfortable now, "I'm not supposed to let customers use our store phone." her voice trailed off feeling a little bad about telling Y/N this.

Y/N now getting a little desperate, they racked their mind for a way to convince her. "Please, it's important. I think I'm in danger, I just need to call the police." They held their hands together as they talked hoping, to get some sympathy or maybe even a little pity.

The cashier looked torn and Y/N noticed, thinking to push them a little. "It'll only be for a few minutes, please. I won't be anymore trouble, I just need to use your phone." they pleaded to her once more and soon the cashier gave in, handing them the store phone. "Fine... but be quick." Y/N smiled and took the phone, walking away from the counter.

They nervously dialed 911, anxiously tapping their foot as the phone rang.

Jeff left the house and decided to find more victims since the night was still young. He started heading in the same direction Y/N ran in, thinking a new part of town would be nice.

Jeff walked along the sidewalk, looking around for any lights in houses. Having no luck in that, he noticed the convenience store and smiled to himself.

Y/N stood somewhere off to the side, stretching the phone's cord to it's limit, relieved to hear the operators voice.

"Please help me, I think I'm in danger! Could you please some units over to-"

Jeff walked into the store, Y/N stopped talking immediately after hearing the bell of the door. The cashier greeted him like any person in customer service would. Jeff didn't say anything back, he took out his knife and jumped over the counter, tackling the cashier and stabbing the weapon into her neck.

Y/N heard the sounds that followed and dropped the phone, the operator calling out for them on the other end.

Jeff looked up from the corpse, hearing the phone drop on the floor and drag back to it's power source. He stood up and walked over to the phone, picking it up and setting it to his ear and hearing the operator talk.

He put the phone back and walked out from behind the counter, looking around knowing someone else was there.

Y/N quietly ran away, hiding among the shelves. They put their hands over their mouth as if it'd help them from being detected their body, trembling from fear.

Jeff walked around the store, his hand moving along the shelves, pushing items off.

Y/N squeals into their hand after hearing the first of many items fall, wondering if jeff heard them hoping, police were somehow on the way, even if they didn't get to say anything.

In the semi quiet store, he heard Y/N's squeal. He laughed to himself, finding it amusing on how they tried to hide. "I found you~" he said in a malicious tone that edged on in a teasing way.

Y/N stood up straight and stared at the door, then at Jeff "I.. I've called the cops they're on the way this very moment." they stammered out whilst walking backwards to the door.

Jeff scoffed, not believing a word they said. "Oh no, I'm so scared." he spat out sarcastically, quickly moving towards Y/N. His knife is held up in the air, intending to kill them tonight and move on already tired of the chase.

Y/N turns and is about to run when the police barge in, shots already being fired at Jeff though a lot of them didn't hit.

Y/N takes the distraction as their chance to run, taking a peak outside though the front door window, They slip through the cops and run for the back door, escaping through there.

Jeff heavily annoyed by the intrusion, looks around for an exit of some sort as a police officer gets behind him, pulling his arms behind his back. He quickly grabs the cop, pulling him in front of him and stabbing the man in his stomach, any bullets being shot at him going into the officers body instead.

Y/N was running, pushing their legs till they felt like mush, stopping to catch their breath. They didn't wanna stop in fear of Jeff being behind them, the air barely getting into their lungs, Y/N felt as if they were gonna pass out.

After escaping the store, Jeff dropped the body and ran into the woods, the other cops chasing after him on foot but jeff was too fast and they lost him, conducting a search afterwards but there was no trace of him so the cops focused their energy on finding Y/N.

Y/N sat on the ground, their elbows on their knees. The moments hours before catching up and hitting them, they couldn't believe their family was actually gone. It felt weird beyond weird actually, they didn't know what to do now or where to go.

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Y/N was seated on the ground, their eyes starting to feel that particular prickle you get when you're about to cry. Everything that happened moments before finally caught up to them and it was hitting them hard. They had just witnessed countless murders and could do nothing about it. They got innocents killed while they tried to save themselves.

They desperately wiped at the tears that constantly flowed down their cheeks, eventually giving up and balling their hands within their hair, pulling at it. “Why me?..” they sobbed.
After a few hours of sobbing, Y/N slowly stands on their legs, having gone numb from how long they were sitting. They looked around themselves, having to squint their eyes to see.
To their dismay, it was still dark. They felt like a whole day had gone by of just them running from some sort of eternally smiling freak. They were tired and wanted to pass out right where they stood but something inside them said to keep going.. so with heavy feet and legs that felt like jelly, they kept walking through the forest.

Jeff slowly stopped running since he no longer heard the cops chasing after him. He looked around him, slowly walking around and occasionally kicking small rocks and sticks aside.

Y/N still traveling through the woods and occasionally tripping on a spare stick, they come across a seemingly abandoned mansion. The outside was dilapidated, the paint chipping away and the wood molding, they thought if they took a single step onto the porch it’d fall apart instantly! But since they had nowhere to go, they decided to take a chance and walked inside, giving the door a good push.

Meanwhile, the police are walking around the woods, flashing their flashlights at any small noises hoping it would be Y/N. They had search dogs sniffing the ground for any trace of Y/N. After what seemed like a whole mile, the dogs caught their scent and began to bark loudly, pulling on their leashes and dragging the cops behind them towards the mansion, the sound of men yelling that they've gotten a lead to Y/N echoing through the woods.

Y/N walks inside of the house, standing in the foyer, occasionally rubbing their nose and sneezing because of the dust around them. They stared at the stairs in front of them, the presence of the stairs seeming more intimidating than the house as a whole. They walked towards the stairs, stepping onto a step before stopping in their tracks after hearing the sound of the police dogs and men. They turned towards the doors and hurriedly rushed out, standing on the patio with their heart beating quickly within their chest.

The police reach the house and the dogs continue to bark at Y/N, eventually starting to growl as if barking at something else. The officers looked around behind Y/N and saw a tall skinny figure behind them, almost immediately they held their guns up and pointed them at the figure.

Y/N took a small step back, quickly raising their arms. They wondered why the people who were here to save them were all of a sudden pointing their guns at them. They'd done no wrong so it confused them and scared them a little as well, thinking that this was the end and that it was a bit of a pathetic end as well.

Just as soon as the guns were raised, they went down. The cops grunting a bit, trying to fight against whatever force was causing them to do this. The dogs continued to growl and snarl at whatever it was.

Y/N felt a familiar churn in their stomach as they watched the cops turn towards each other, guns held up to each other's heads, their arms shaking and sweat collecting on their foreheads. The dogs soon turned and started to circle the men. After what felt like the longest second of their life, the first shot was fired, one of the cops' heads being blown open. The blood splattered everywhere and the man who shot him began to cry, slowly raising the gun to his own head and shooting himself soon after. The other cops who happened to be alive were then mauled by the dogs, their bodies being torn apart. Y/N screamed in horror but they knew nothing they did would help. They felt tears flowing down their cheeks and their body shaking uncontrollably as they felt the bile rise up their throat.

Jeff found his way back to the mansion, witnessing the carnage before him. He looked towards the front door and saw Slender man standing behind Y/N. He could somehow notice a twisted smile on his blank face. He turned back to the scene before him, watching the dogs viciously fight and end up tearing each other apart, the fight ending there in a cold, eerie silence. But it didn't last long as it was interrupted by the sound of Y/N loudly vomiting and sobbing.

With mostly their stomach acid on the porch Y/N looked up at where their help used to stand quickly looking away to avoid throwing up again they wondered why it had to be them at the center of all of this they noticed jeff approaching and they started to back up when they were stopped by the feeling of something tightening around their neck and lifting them off the ground It was hard to breath now and they started to scratch at this black thing around their neck. They looked down their nose towards the black thing and towards the base to where the black figure stood in the doorway, the shadows inside the house hiding who was holding them like this. Eventually the figure stood out into the moonlight and they stared at the blank white face of Slender man. They felt their mind go blank and a deep set of fear entered them, they began to scratch at the tendril holding them off the ground, “L– Let me go!” they pleaded to him, their nose began to bleed out of nowhere, but that was the least of their worries. Eventually they started to kick their feet, thinking it would help free them but that didn't work.

Jeff approached the panicking Y/N from behind, pulling out his knife, ready to kill them for good. With his knife raised towards their back, he was prepared to stab them until Slender man stopped him with a simple raise of his hand. “..The hell are you on about?” Jeff questioned, quite annoyed with everything stopping him from killing one person.

Slender stared at Y/N, thinking of how he could use them to his advantage, possibly making them into another proxy. Slender let them go, letting Y/N fall to the ground, desperately gasping for air whilst trying to get away, but their escape was blocked off by Jeff. Slender gave Jeff a ‘look’ before disappearing into the house.

Jeff huffed in an annoyed manner and cracked his knuckles before grabbing Y/N’s hair and punching them in the face a couple of times, effectively knocking them out and dragging them inside by their hair, slamming the door shut behind him with some paint and dust falling off in the process.