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Creepypasta
Jeff the Killer x Chubby!Depressed!Reader
One-shot
Credits:
Jeff the Killer © To whoever created him.
You © Yourself
This Story © RecklessAlbinoChibi [Aka, me]

Warnings: Contains Violence/Gore [with love from Jeff XD]. Also -may- contain touchy subjects such as suicidal thoughts due to the reader being 'depressed'. Don't like, don't read. It's pretty simple bro's. Pretty damn simple. OH YEAH - THIS ALSO INCLUDES BAD LANGUAGE.

 

Uhm... There's not that much romance... I suck at romance so bad.

 

I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS TO WRITE THIS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdgSIn… AAND THIS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRkIQ1…

 

'Hanging? Is that a good way to go?
How about drowning? I don't know... I'd look a mess when they find me.
If they find me.
How about burning to death?
I ain't got a lighter. Or anything to start a fire for that matter.
I guess a good old-fashioned knife would be a decent choice.
But I can't bring myself to do that.
Falling down the stairs?
The chance of that actually working isn't that high.'

"Damn this fucking shit!" The [hair colour] haired girl kicked a nearby tree, her lips twisting into a frown. "I HATE THIS SHITTY LITTLE LIFE."

Letting out a sigh, she placed her forehead on the tree that she had kicked. "Damn it..." She murmured, swallowing a lump in her throat.

'If only everything could end.
Perhaps then I'd be happy...
I know everybody else would too.'

She turned, setting her gaze to the floor. Leaning her head downwards, she stared hatefully at her chubby stomach. Her glare hardened as she then brought a hand up to her cheek, pulling it with her fingers so that her delicate skin turned a painful bright red.

"You're ugly, you know that right? Why don't you just go and kill yourself right now you fatty. Damn it [Your Name! Get it together! I can do this!"

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The black haired male strode through the woods, his permanent grin seeming even wider than usual. His white hoodie was stained by the endless drops of blood that had splattered it over time, and his hair was in a matted mess. His eyes were wide -as par usual - and for the first time in a while, he felt happy. 

"Aaah~ Jeff, you done good for yourself today," he let out a small chuckle, raking a hand though his long black hair. "Add in one more murder and I think I'd be happy for the rest of my damned life!"

He released a string of chuckles as he then stuffed his hands into the single pocket of his hoodie.  "I'm so damn happy I could sing. But I ain't gonna - people'll be thinking I'm crazy."

A rustling sound came to his ears. He lifted his gaze over to a small space in a bush where he could see through. "The Hell?" He whispered, leaning closer.

He saw a young girl, round about his age. She seemed pretty crazy - just stood there shouting at herself. He could make out words such as 'fat loser', 'no one likes you' and just simply, 'fuck you'.

Jeff's carved smile widened. "It looks like my luck is really high today... Time for yet another dead body."

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[Your Name] kicked another tree, tears starting to spill out of her eyes. "WHY ME!? WHY ME DAMN IT!?"

"Oh dear, oh dear... What's a little girl like you doing out in a place like this?"

The girl snapped her head to the left, seeing nothing. What the hell was that?

"Oh my, this certainly isn't something you see everyday, is it?"

She looked to the right. Still, nothing.

"You look tired, girl. I think you should go to sleep..."

[Your Name] shivered, spinning on her heel to find the voice. "Okay damn it! Who the hell are you?" She shouted, glaring at practically nothing in particular.

"Oh... just you worst nightmare," the voice giggled childishly.

"Okay! I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR YOUR SHIT. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE THIS INSTANT."

"Oh~ You seem to want to die~ How easy for me~!" The voice joked, the bushes in front of you ruffling. A figure emerged from it, and she paled at the sight of it.

He was taller than her, with long, messy black hair. His eyes were wide and unblinking - due to having no eyelids. Plus, his mouth was stretched up into a joker smile, carved into the sides of his face.

"Don't seem so mouthy now," he chuckled, producing a sharp kitchen knife from out of his pocket and aiming the tip straight at her.

She gulped, her mind trying to process the sight in front of her - and failing miserably, since she was just stood, her mouth gaping open.

He laughed hysterically, before pouncing on her - the way a cat does to a mouse. She fell to the floor, screaming as he landed safely on top her, pinning her down to the hard ground. She kicked and punched, but nothing seemed to hit him or affect the male in any way whatsoever.

"Calm it girlie," he growled, pressing his hands down onto her wrists to try and keep her still. She eventually complied, her screaming reduced to silence. Her eyes were almost as wide as his wear, her jaw twitching as he tried to fight back more screams.

"Would you care to tell me your name~?" He laughed at her fear, sitting up and straddling her as he continued to keep her in place beneath him. She said nothing, and in return, he growled. "I ASKED YOU A DAMN QUESTION," he shouted, whipping out his knife again and pressing it to her cheek. She yelped out her name to him in result.

"[Your Name]," he tried it out, the name gliding off his tongue with ease. "I must say that I quite like that. Too bad I'm gonna have to destroy you."

"Feel free to."

Jeffery paused, glancing to her. "What?"
"I said feel free to."

To Jeff's surprise, she didn't even appear to be scared anymore. Her face was completely blank. ".....But..."

"What do you mean, but?" She groaned. "Are you going to kill me or not, you bastard?"

He growled, raising his knife into the air. She closed her eyes, waiting for the blade to pierce either her chest or her forehead. Suddenly, a sharp pain rose in her left leg. Her eyes snapped open, seeing Jeff with his crazy smile, his hand around the plastic handle and the blade sunken into the flesh of her leg. She kept in her screams, paling at the sight of the blood that was no oozing out of her fresh wound.

"I ASK THE QUESTIONS!" Jeff pulled the knife back out - causing her to yelp. "Now," he paused, placing his finger on the edge of the blade. He bent it with his finger, before removing his finger so that the blade snapped back into position. "Any last words, girlie?"

"Just fucking kill me!" She shouted, catching him off guard once again.

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" He snapped, twirling the knife around so he held the blade and slapping her cheek harshly with the handle. She was silenced, glaring up at him. "You fucking bitch," she muttered. "You're acting like a girl on her period."

Blood rose to his cheeks as he looked away and pouted slightly. "You bastard..." He mumbled.
"You shithead." She said in return, gritting her teeth to keep herself from screaming from the pain.
"Fucktard."
"Bastard."
"You already said that, you retard."

Growling, Jeff glared at her. "Oh fuck off," he rolled his eyes. "But I can't," she deadpanned. "You're on top of me."

He rolled his eyes yet again. "You know... You took all the fun out of killing."

"Well, I do apologize mister whatever-the-fuck-your-name-is."

"I'm Jeff."

"Okay."

"......................I don't wanna kill you anymore...."

"Why the fuck not?"

".........None of your fucking business," he mumbled before crawling off of her.

"I'll die anyway you asshat," she struggled to sit up.

"Why? I'm not-"

"I'll die of bloodloss. Jeez, y-you're an idiot," she raised a hand, clutching her head. "And now I feel lightheaded... Lucky me."

"Uhm..."

She heard a rustle. When she looked up, she saw that Jeff had removed his shirt. She blushed, looking away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Stopping the blood, idiot," he rolled his eyes, already starting to wrap it around her leg.

"Well... uh.. thanks... Jeff."

"You didn't call me something mean? OOoh I'm touched," he joked.

"Shut up you douche canoe."

"The fuck is a douche canoe?"

"..........Don't even ask."

"......I don't think I want to."

"Good."

"If it makes you feel any better, I kind of regret stabbing you now."

"Oh really?"

"Well, no shit Sherlock."

"Why the fuck do you regret it?"

"Cause now I think you're kinda..."

"What?"

"Kinda..."

"JUST FUCKING SPIT IT OUT."

"I WAS GOING TO CALL YOU CUTE BUT NOW YOU JUST HAD TO BE MEAN AND NOW I'VE CHANGED MY MIND."

 

 

After staring him down for a good few seconds, she burst out laughing.

"YOU REALLY ARE LIKE A WOMAN ON HER PERIOD!!"

COMMISHIE FOR :iconqueeniepie10:

I'M SO SORRY. I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT. BUT UHM, HERE IS THIS CRAPPY PIECE OF WORK. I'LL TRY AND GET THE BEN DROWNED ONE OUT WHEN I CAN.
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:iconanimefanbookworm:
animefanbookworm Mar 29, 2014  Student General Artist
Yes this is beautiful.
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LiteraryElement Mar 27, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
pfft, this is great xD
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JADEMOTO Feb 28, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Oh hell no I would be eating chocolate if I was acting like girl on her period, ether that or going all hormonal x10 on Jeff... He would want to blow his brains out instead...
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yuki1112 Feb 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Lol that was too funny
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WinLach Jan 24, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
My friends brother calls her a douche canoe.
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:iconechoknows:
This story made me laugh also a little more ranch would add to it
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:iconechoknows:
Romance and keep the cussing it's fucking funny
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:iconcreepygrace2000:
this is a great story :D
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:icondragon-chan1:
*slowly dying due to lack of oxygen*
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cupid1992 Dec 8, 2013  Student Digital Artist
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