Your first meeting;

Jeff The Killer

You tapped your finger on your text book, waiting desperately for the bell to ring, and the teacher to stop her lecture. Half of this class were all immature idiots, and you had no desire to spend another minute with them. They still acted like four year olds even though they were almost twenty.

You were currently nineteen, you were a freshman of the college you currently went to. Although you were in your second year of college since you skipped a grade, you were younger than any of the other adults here. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the class to be over, you grabbed your bookbag and hurriedly placed everything that you could use to study in your bag. Swinging the bag over your shoulder you speed walked to the exit, rushing down the halls. You had finally gotten out of your stuffy classroom.

The chilling air nipped at your skin, your F/C turtleneck and black leggings. Your boots clacked against the concrete as you made your way to your home only a little away from the college. That was your last class for the next few days. You had about a week and a half a month that you decided to jampack with so much work and classes, then the rest of the month, you barely had any work. This was the starting of your relaxed time period. As you grabbed the keys to your house from your bag you unlocked the the door, the warm air flooded toward you.

You closed the door and took out the key. Locking the door, you fumbled with your boots, slipping them off at the door way, that way you didn't need to do much more cleaning in your spare time. You had a two story house, no basement. You had a kitchen, a bathroom, living room, a spare bedroom which you currently used as a library and office to store all of your information. You wanted to be a detective since you were younger, but decided that it was out of your limits seeing as you didn't have the physical strength to bravery to look at a corpse yourself. You just decided it to be a hobby for anything strange happening in you or your friends lives. The upstairs of your house contained two large-ish bedrooms and a bathroom.

That was your whole house. The mortgage was cheap and it was in a not to popular area of town, although close to the college, that was only walking distance. For drivers it'd take much longer and you used the walk as your exercise. You headed up the stairs, you had no pets but you didn't mind being alone. You slipped off your F/C turtleneck and put on a 2/F/C under shirt and pulled down your black leggings in exchange for shorts. Heading back down stairs you grabbed some chips from the fridge and sat down at the TV, turning on the news incase anything new happened. You weren't surprised at anything except one thing. They still hadn't caught the killer to several murders.

You grumbled getting up from the couch going into your office, looking into what you had on the case. The case was labeled as 'A string of smiling murders' because of the condition of the victims body.

Each murder followed a pattern, the victim presumed asleep before is woken up in a startling manner, the window was shattered or left open, they had their body's had been mangled, following inconsistent patterns, all but one injury was inconsistent, they had a smile cheek to cheek, slit into their face. As soon as the pictures reached the net from some leaking, you almost lost your lunch. You felt so nauseous looking at the pale disfigured body that lied lifeless on the photo. Even if you weren't there you felt sympathy for them. One thing was for sure, they caught surveillance for one of the murders. That murder was the only one that the killer hadn't used his own weapon to finish of the victim. What he used was a kitchen knife, the police somehow didn't take notice of it, but you did.

You forced yourself to look at the pictures, there were different markings from two different knives. You knew the latest murder wasn't with the killer's original knife. The day that that murder happened, you made sure you weren't spotted and picked up the weapon that dropped from the shattered window, with gloves of course, you almost gave yourself away from the rotten stench.

The knife was a black army knife, you hadn't touched with your actual fingers so there were no prints. You placed the knife in a plastic bag, putting it into a small box, then filing it away along with the rest of everything and anything you found. There wasn't much other than finding the brand of the shoes the killer was wearing, what color his hair was, and tracks leading into the woods. You didn't have enough courage to go into the woods yourself, so you strayed away every time you saw the lot of woods the killer had disappeared into.

Sadly that forest was on the way to your college, so you passed by it every day. Because of the string of murders, you carried a pocket knife with you, almost everywhere. Another bad thing about your classes was that it tired you out for the first two days of your free weeks. So you fell asleep while looking over some homework in your room. You were seated in your chair, a pencil and the homework out, a long mathematics packet in front of you. Drool running down your cheek as your head rest on your arms.

A small tap at your window stirred you into a half asleep daze, you looked up your H/C hair flying in the wind you created as you frantically looked around your room, your eyes eventually meeting the unblinking eyes staring at you from the window. You could see blue eyes with burn marks around his eyes, black shaggy hair, pale pale white skin, it looked like it had no nose, but it still was there. The most unnerving part though was the smile, oh god the smile. It-he was smiling then a bloody gash was cut on either side of his cheeks lining down to his mouth. He pulled back his arm, and sent it shooting forward. The glass pane shattering under the pressure, in your dazed state this made you bolt up from your seat at the table, your tired E/C orbs now fully awake.

You stumbled out of the bedroom, grabbing the handle and closing the door behind you, hoping that it'd slow him down, even only a little, your steps weren't quite or masked at all. You rushed to put on your slippers, about to rush outside into the grass, reaching for the door handle, a hand stopped you, grabbing your wrist. The pale leathery skin slid up your arm to grab your face, squishing it inward. You E/C eyes met the mans irritated light blue. "I saw, you have something of mine don't you? How about a trade?" His raspy yet higher pitched voice sounded from behind me. You just couldn't make out any words, or voice.

"You get your life, and I get to hideout here, take back my weapon, you drop the case, and you can't tell anyone, anything about this." He told you, you could only nod as he pulled away, his face made you flinch before you led him to your office, taking out the case from before, getting the knife out of the plastic bag in the files. You handed it to him, shaking, this is why you couldn't be a detective. He seemed to skim through the papers before slipping them into his white blood covered hoodie. He grabbed a match box full of matches and turned to you one last time. "The name's Jeff." He spoke in a nicer tone than the threatening things he had said before.

You had got to keep your life that night. That's all that mattered at the moment.

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Eyeless Jack

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You never went to college, you stayed at your mother and father's home, working on a book. You're life could accurately be described as living in your mother's basement. But you weren't sitting around catfishing younger girls, after all you were only 24 years old, you had almost finished the book, adding the last the period to the cliffhanger ending. You scrolled through the editors that you could hire. Not finding many that would be willing, you took a lunch break.

Heading up the stairs to the main level, swinging open the fridge, your E/C eyes widening at the time. Instantly quieting down, grabbing a few eggs and some cheese, it was 2 am. You broke open the eggs, into a small bowl, grabbing some butter, turning on the burner, placing a frying pan on the burner, melting the butter. Placing some cheese on, whipping the eggs with some milk. Later pouring them on the frying pan. Your long messy H/C hair cascading down your back, swishing back and forth.

Once your eggs, with cheese were finished you placed them onto a plate and took it into your domain. Not being able to shut your eyes and fall asleep, you simply turned on the TV downstairs and flicked through the channels. Eventually around 4 am your eyes felt heavy, as a email came from your computer, your head shot up. Your E/C eyes opening widely as a editor agreed to edit your book for you. You threw your hands up in the air. "Yes!" You screamed happily, completely forgetting about the time, luckily no one woke up.

You shied away from the stairs a bit and turned off the TV, grabbing the laptop and bringing it back to your room, you instantly started emailing the editor the premise of the book, making plans to meet with the editor tomorrow at around 10 am, or rather today. You fell asleep for a power nap for 2 hours before a reply was shown, the editor agreed. You started printing out the draft, not having the proper materials you just got all the papers in order, around 8 you headed upstairs, writing a note to your mother and father that you'd be back soon.

You got into your father's truck, turning on the radio to a channel you liked, you smiled as F/S played. Singing along to the song happily, your E/C eyes still trained on the road, making sure you never crashed.

You met up with the editor over lunch, she was a sweet lady who happily would edit and recommend you. You paid her some extra for her trouble along with covering lunch. As you got back into your truck, you saw someone out of the corner of your eye, a man in a black hoodie, and black pants. Blood covering him, not many people were in the parking lot. No-no one.

With caution you stepped over to the man, as you figured from the structure of his build. You placed your hand on the man, who was facing down. "Umm Hello?" You nervously spoke, shaking his shoulder, the back of his head moved, blood now on your hand. "Are you alright?" He said nothing again, he only moved his arm. Pushing himself up, still facing away from you.

"Yes." A deep voice that sounded doubled said. Nothing else was heard, no breathing no nothing. "A-alright then... so... uhh..." He turned around, a royal blue mask covering his face, a black liquid oozing down his mask. Your E/C eyes widened as you stepped back in shock. Nothing else was heard from him as he started to stand up, his figure towering over him by at least a head.

A large gash in his torso, black liquid also oozing down. "Help me." You nodded your head as you ran back to your car, grabbing a first aid kit. No one saw, so it was fine. He tilted his head as you got bandages, and Neosporin. You had taken a short course on first aid, so you knew how to use it, of course you weren't a expert on it. You told him to lay down, you dabbed the Neosporin on his wound. You knew that the red wasn't his blood. But you felt like you needed to help him.

"...thanks." Was all he said in his deep voice. "What's your name?" You questioned at least wanting a name. "....you can call me Eyeless Jack." You nodded, a strange name, but no stranger than the oozing black blood, and the fact he had no eyes. "Im Y/N. Nice to meet you..." you couldn't help but feel it necessary to introduce yourself as you wrapped a gauze around his waist.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" You blurted out. He just shrugged his shoulders, "I can take you back to my place and try to help you some more." You said gently finishing the final layer of the bandages. Eyeless Jack shook his head 'no'. You only nodded as he somehow was still able to get up, slightly limping into the forest. You were always caring about anyone you could. You bit your lip, only nodding, you headed back to your car. You drove away not thinking you'd ever see Eyeless Jack again. Oh how wrong you were.

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BEN Drowned

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Your E/C eyes scanned past the coding on the laptop, checking the binary code, you smiled looking at the finished game you had created. You were ecstatic that the game you had been planning, creating, and working on for years. You loaded up the game, and started playing through it. You found minor errors, like, capitalized letters, bad grammar, some of the pixels coloring were off, and not to mention some glitches here and there.

A loud groan escaped your mouth, annoyance flooding through you. Your eyes ached, you had to go look through the code again. But sleep was much more important to you, until of course, a rumbling sound came from your stomach. First priority, food. You groaned as you forced yourself off the warm comfortable couch. Your feet falling onto the cold wooden floor, the floor creaking underneath your feet. A sweet humming sound coming from your throat. Opening the fridge of your small two bedroom apartment. You shared it with your roommate. Although you were messy, your roommate, Sarah, was your best friend since elementary school.

Sarah was a heavy sleeper and earned enough money for the two of you until you could publish your video game. Then you figured it'd be a bit of a hit, hoping that many people would buy it, so you two could move into a bigger apartment, or a house. You grabbed some instant ramen and started putting it in a bowl, placing it in the microwave for three minutes and thirty seconds.

Once the microwave dinged, you opened the door thing to the microwave. Taking one of your towels and wrapping it around the bowl so you wouldn't burn yourself. Placing it on the small wooden table, blowing some air at it, in hopes it'd cool down, even just a little bit. You took over a soup spoon and a fork. You were always horrible at the simple things, like tying your shoes, you still didn't know how to do that. You took a spoonful of the soup, silently hissing from how hot it was.

After you were finished with the instant ramen, you cleaned up, and headed back into your room. At least you weren't living in your mother's basement right?

Or well you couldn't. Technically you should still be going to high school, because you were only 17 years old. But since your mother died and your father and mother divorced such a long time ago, you moved in with Sarah. Opening your computer again, scrolling through your files to your own game. Clicking the game twice to open it. But that's not what happened. A green and red and black filled the screen, the computer made an angry noise, as if it was crashing, like something was completely going wrong with it.

The colors on the screen just kept flashing.Until you could make a faint outline of the words. 'You shouldn't have done that.'

You instantly shut your computer, sighing happily that you had saved the whole game on your phone just before you left to get something to eat. No longer tired you scheduled your computer in for repair.

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Ticci Toby

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You hummed, skipping down the sidewalk to the convenience store. You were staying in a hotel in the small town, you were never in the same place for a while. You stopped your skipping, walking normally into the convenience store, the door dinging when you opened the door. The worker gazed up at you, then just closed her eyes again. Your mouth twitched up in a smile. You got some milk, six chicken eggs, a few candy bars, and some turkey meat. Placing it down on the counter, slipping the news into the pile.

The lady only gazed at you and shrugged, pointing to the door, it was obvious she just didn't want to get up, and she didn't care about her job in the slightest. You only nodded, reaching over the counter to grab a plastic bag. Shuffling everything into the bag, you placed down on the counter a twenty dollar bill, before walking out the door. The bell dining again.

The colder air flooded to you, you always loved the cold. It didn't bother you as much as the heat did. You only worked during the summer anyway, and you always made enough money to hold for the rest of the year, still saving a lot of money, just in case.

You stretched your hands out in front of you, the bag dangling from your hands. Your skipping unpaused as you made your way home. Humming to a tune that popped in your head. You were a youtuber, sure there would be many comments telling you to update during winter and fall, but you never listened. Your black combat boots stopped clicking on the pavement. You stood only meters away from your house. Some of the lights were on. You knew they were off when you left. Maybe your mother came, she often let herself in, but if it was someone else. Wouldn't you hear your (Dog/Cat) (Barking/Meowing) away at the person, and wouldn't you hear the alarm.

Just in case you went around back and grabbed one of your baseball bats, usually for when your little cousins who were obsessed with baseball came over. You held the baseball bat facing the floor in your (Right/Left) hand. The bag in the other, you pushed the already opened door in, it was probably around 8 or 9 so you doubted any of your cousins were over.

You heard a female voice from the kitchen, you instantly relaxed, it was your mother. "No-no please no, don-dont hurt her!" Your mother pleaded, you tensed. That was your mother, but something was happening. As quietly as you could, you placed the bag on the ground. Sucking in your breath, waiting to see who and what was threatening your mother. The bag made the normal crinkling sound that it usually does. You don't think they heard.

You stepped right next to the kitchen, where you heard your mother's voice from. A sharp metal was held up to your neck, pressing closer for a second, then it moved away. Your E/C orbs widened as you whipped your head around, a man only a little bit taller than you stood there. He had pale skin, he was wearing a hoodie with stripes on the arms and a blue hood, the rest a tan color tinted green, he had on a black and white mouth guard, black goggles with orange lenses and messy brown hair, he held a hatchet coated in blood in front of you.

His neck swung to the side, going back up as quick as it came down. You always thought you'd be calm in situations like this, but you werent. You were completely frozen as the baseball bat dropped from your hands, you could hear your heart thumping in the back of your head. His arm moved away violently, throwing the hatchet into the wall. "D-Dammit.." the words seemed to be forced out of his mouth. Not knowing what else to do, you bolted into the kitchen, his hand barely missing the back of your shirt. Finding your mother, in the corner of the room, things knocked over, you grabbed her by the hand, your heroic instincts you had picked up over the years finally coming to life.

The two of you dashed out the door, you glanced back at the house, seeing the guy staring out the window at you, his face twitched to the side, the silver axe shining in the moonlight, along with the goggles.

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Masky

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Tapping your finger to a rhythm, your E/C eyes never left the screen of your tablet. Just waiting for the free-wifi of starbucks to connect. A ecstatic look making its way onto your face as soon as you the phone updated to say 'Connected'. You put your hands up to your face, interlocking the two hands fingers and leaning your head on them, you great big grin complementing your face. Still some people just stared at you, in complete understanding.

Instantly you started searching the web, it was around 5 pm give or take a few minutes. You had just been released from work ten minutes ago and you made it a routine to come here and spend the two hours of internet you had here downloading songs and other things that you could watch and listen to when you had no internet. Seeing that some of your favorite youtubers had uploaded new videos, you pressed your hands on your cheeks again.

You had always loved unexplained, terrifying things. Especially listening to a storytime on the way to work, one of the best you found happened to be, 'I dared my best friend to ruin my life'. Even though the complete version of it was two hours, that was around the amount of time that you had to spend in the car driving to work, and back. Of course ordering some fast food and what not.

Once you were finished downloading a few videos that would take your time up on driving the way home, getting a few new songs you know you'd memorize in a day or two, you got out of your chair, stuffing your tablet into your bag and walking over to the starbucks counter. You got a muffin, a cake pop, and a Caramel Iced Tea and walked out.

Grabbing the door handle and swinging it open, scooting inside to the driver's seat and closing the door again. You started up the car, putting the tablet in the passenger's seat, the wifi gone, you started listening to the first video, part of the story of Penpal.

The sunset over the horizon was beautiful, a dazzling array of colors. Your E/C eyes widened as you hit the break as fast as you possibly could. The car came to a screeching halt and you were sent forward. Your foot still on the break you put the car into park, grabbing the tablet that had also lurched forward and putting it in your bag once again. Opening the car door, your mary janes clacking against the asphalt of the road. You had driven the country road home, with the remaining light and your cars headlights you saw a body laying face down in the middle of the road.

He wore faded mustard colored jacket and dark yet faded jeans. He had brown hair, and that's about all you could see of him. You crouched down next to him and tapped him on the shoulder, when he rustled a bit, you jumped away, listening to the horror stories always made you very anxious and paranoid. A groan was heard from him. "E-Excuse me?" You light toned voice squeaked out before you even knew what was happening.

The guy pushed his face off the asphalt. His hazel eyes bore into your E/C eyes. A glare was present on his face. He forced himself off the ground, towering over your smaller figure. You took a step back, unconsciously going farther away from your car. He had sideburns as well, his hand reached into his jacket. Pulling out a white mask. A string wrapped around his head, the white mask consisted of black paint surrounding the eyes, on the lips, and as cartoon like eyebrows.

He charged at you, pushing you to the ground, you scrambled off the road trying to get away from him. He was on top of you, a rock in his right hand, you used your hands trying to stop the rock from colliding with your head, as tears leaked from your eyes. Your legs flailing, you kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. As he fell over, you scrambled to your feet, getting into your car, locking the doors and windows, and speeding off, to look in your rear view mirror, just to see him standing where your car once was with a rock in his hand.

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Hoodie

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A itch was present on the back of your head, moving your hand back, you scratched at it. You were a paranormal investigator, you didn't get much of a income from that. So you retired from that job, now you did the only other skill you were good at, one you learned at college because of your friends.

You were a mixologist at a pretty fancy restaurant. It was costly to the people unemployed. You were always relaxed, so working at a fancy restaurant like this was a breeze for you. "Ms.L/N you need to make two virgin strawberry daiquiris." A waiter said coming up to you, a virgin drink meant it had no alcohol in it. You only nodded in response, getting out a blender.

Putting inside the blender some crushed ice, lime juice, strawberries and sugar. Pouring the liquid into two fancy cups. Topping it off with some whipped cream and a cherry, you handed the two cups over to the server, who put them on his tray, nodded in thanks and walked off. Your E/C eyes decorated with eyeliner and F/C eyeshadow traced over to the clock, only a few more minutes until the end of your shift, then your best friend who was also working here would take over, you'd be able to relax in you and hers shared townhouse.

Of course luck wasn't on your side and you had to cover around 10 minutes of extra time for her. You bid her luck and waved, you feet were killing you from the black heels that were required for your workplace. As soon as you got out of there, you removed them from your feet, feeling a little better against the cold sidewalk. You took your H/L H/C hair out of the bun it was tied up in, feeling the wind in your hair was just to relaxing for you to pass up.

Glancing over to the park, you saw someone. They were sitting alone, their head facing toward the ground in a light yellow hoodie and jeans. Your E/C eyes stayed locked to his figure, until you glanced back at your F/C jeep. Deciding on whether or not to see if you could cheer him up somehow, you don't think you knew anyone with a yellow hoodie.

Placing the heels back on the floor, you made your way over to him, your feet starting to ache again. You sat on the swing next to him. The restaurant you worked at was right next to a park, meaning it'd attract in the hungry kids and adults. "Hello." You spoke, your red lips moving with you speaking. "Im Y/N nice to meet you." You had no sense of caution. "Hoodie." Was all he said back, you still couldn't see his face because of the way his head was tilted. "Is that your name? Hoodie?" There was no response from him, not even a shake of the head. "Alright then, Hoodie, so what are you doing here alone?" You tried to question him, but he just sat up, he was wearing a ski mask with two fully red eyes and a frown sewed in.

He took a step closer to you, somehow, only now it set off one red flag. You didn't see any weapons and you had your somehow sturdy black heels to beat him with if he did anything to you. "Leave now." He spoke, the mask moving ever so slightly, you nodded, seeing a tall figure on the other side of the playground. "I don't want another innocent person to get hurt because of this." You could hear him say that as you shuffled down the short walk back to your jeep, driving away once you could, blasting the radio to try to get your mind off of the whole scenario.

"What just happened?" You said, everything that had just happened only now dawning on you as you recalled what the two looked like, the tall man had no face and wore a fancy business suit and tie, while the other man, 'Hoodie' wore a ski mask, a yellow hoodie, and jeans. You really needed that relaxing right about now.