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Jeff the Killer
(Warning: Don't try this at home! I can safely testify that it doesn't work!)

At the end of the day, there really was nobody to blame for the accident except your nutty - but prized - pooch D/N.

All Jeff had wanted was to take a book down from one of your high shelves. So he'd done the most logical thing and stood on a sturdy chair.

But D/N was in a playful mood, so she/he went weaving around the chair's legs until they started to wobble.

Everything happened so fast; there was a loud crash, followed by a loud holler of pain that you knew all too well.

"Jeffy boy! What did you break this time?" You yelled, poking your head around the lounge doorway.

The psychotic killer sat on his rump with little knives spinning around his head. D/N was happily trying to gnaw on his big toe. Don't ask. Your dog was definitely weird.

"Who's... Jeffy boy?" He questioned, looking up at you with a quizzical and naïve expression.

You groaned and came over, realizing that your lovably clumsy boyfriend had finally hit himself over one time too many.

"Just stay still; I can fix this."

"Fix wha- OW!"

One swift sweep of your leg, a solid kick to the side of his brain, and Jeff's head was back to normal, albeit in need of an ice pack.

BEN Drowned... In alcoholic substances?

Strange snoring sounds awoke you from your afternoon nap. After confirming that it wasn't the aliens, you decided to investigate.

The ghost of C/N hadn't dropped by lately. So it couldn't have been him, his telekinetic powers or the ghostbusters.

You discovered the source of the puzzling snores immediately after flipping on a light switch in the bathroom.

BEN was sleeping in the bathtub, clutching an empty bottle of vodka. Unlike so many other occasions, he was wearing clothes this time.

However, the little elf was missing his hat. Instead, he was balancing two more empty bottles on his fine mop of blonde hair, one on top of the other.

Before you could make a move, BEN sleepily rolled over, knocking down both empty alcohol bottles. They ended up hitting him over the head in rapid succession.

Uncertain of what else to do, you carefully carried him back downstairs with help from a pair of strong toilet plungers.

When he woke up, BEN couldn't provide you with an explanation as to where he'd gotten the vodka from, how he'd ended up in the bathtub or why he'd even been drinking to begin with.

As far as Phantom was aware of, the little elf remained clueless and never regained his memory of the previous night.

Dark Link~

It had been a long day of slaying those of the mortal realm; mainly because all of the creepypastas were struggling to make up for time lost.

Dark Link didn't return to the mansion that night. He decided that he'd rather sleep at your house "because the atmosphere felt soothing."

You could tell that he hadn't been sleeping properly after the whole kidnapping incident. No doubt about it; Darkness wanted to be there to keep watch over you.

He'd made himself comfortable on the floor and firmly insisted that you needed the whole bed. Before you even had a chance to argue about it, he'd closed the topic with a kiss.

Right now, you were dozing off with your (whatever you use to play music) on full volume, going through a plethora of celtic tunes.

Dark Link was getting drowsy too. It was a wonderful melody, heartfelt and sincere. Enchantingly-

And all of a sudden, by the means of a glitch or bad luck, the music player started blasting off one of your loudest rock songs.

You jumped; Darkness jumped; the ghost of C/N popped out of the ghost-proof closet via the lock.

Dark Link bashed his head aganist the bed frame and the nightstand simultaneously. Ouch.

It only took a few seconds to change the tune back to serenity. You looked over the bed to check if your boyfriend was okay. He was sprawled out on the floor.

"... Darkness?"

"... Do I know you?"

Upon seeing your pricelessly shocked expression, Dark Link burst into laughter and put his hat back on.

"I'm just messing with you, Y/N; There's nothing wrong with my memory!"

Ronald Macdonald- I- I mean- Laughing... Laughing Cheeseburger?

As a way of apologising to you for his actions, L.J thought that it'd be a romantic gesture to pop out of the closet with a box of chocolates.

You were kinda used to sudden scares, so seeing the monochrome clown leap out of the closet was no surprise.

Seeing him trip over himself in his excitement and faceplant onto the floor? That was surprising.

"Is your nose okay, L.J?"

"Buttercups and daisy twigs..."

"Daisies don't have twigs. You're just dazed."

A few shakes of his head and the discovery of a swirly lollipop made everything okay again. Well, almost.

"... So Y/N... Why did I jump out of a closet? I can't remember."

You paused, halfway through the box of irresistibly delicious chocolates. Knowing L.J, he would've been planning to eat them all after winning back your affections.

"I have no idea."

At La Creepypasta Mansion (Or More Specifically, Smiley's Surgery)

Smirky found himself regaining some mobility after an extensive period of rest. The deepest part of his gash had already started closing up, but there was still plenty left to go.

He did find it convenient to finally be able to create a solid illusion that could move around physical objects... Such as a glass of water or a tube of toothpaste.

Slenderman occasionally made a sudden visit to review his progress. Whenever the faceless creepypasta dropped by, he feigned sleep, unwilling to answer any uncomfortable questions.

Sadly, Smiley had yet to regain consciousness.

The shock of seeing Smirky - closely aided by the whack he'd received from L.J - had thrown the not-so-good doctor for a loop.

Since nothing interesting was happening yet, except for Smirky using his illusion to poke through the medical cabinet out of bored curiosity, the author decided to end the chapter.
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A/N: Well, at least BEN put his clothes back on, folks! Tune in next time for even more prolonged suspense- I mean- ehehehe....

Strangely enough, my word count always clocks in at over 1000 words per chapter lately. Maybe it's the awesome power of all you readers and your witty comments!

Workin' my way down... The suggestion list... And I'm wordbound...

Toodles!
~TheNightPhantom