Suggested by MajesticPsycho, and probably a lot of other people too! Without further ado, I present a virtual cookie and the promise that this'll be a three-part thing! (:::)

Jeff the Killer's Girlfriend~

It was a cozy Saturday morning with nobody but D/N to keep you company.

The weather outside was becoming kinda stormy, which would explain why Jeff couldn't pop by for a visit.

You were sitting in the kitchen, staring down at a mug of hot chocolate. There was a single marshmallow bobbing up and down in it.

But the problem was this; you hadn't put any marshmallows in your hot chocolate.

D/N stared creepily at you from across the table, unsuccessfully willing the mug to levitate closer to his/her greedy little muzzle.

Finally, you reached the conclusion that it must've been BEN and promptly downed the whole thing in a few gulps, marshmallow and all.

Setting down the empty mug with a thunk, you licked your lips and wondered what the odd taste was.

"That damn blonde midget had better not have dropped something metal into my mug..."

BEN popped up from inside the toaster, scaring the life out of poor D/N, who yelped and went running for the hills.

"I did no such thing!" He huffed indignantly.

"Then why did it taste metallic?"

"I dunno!"

Then the little blonde midget tried to pull the rest of himself out of the toaster, only to find that he was stuck.

Because you see, BEN had teleported through the electronics without considering the possibility that it would be an extremely tight fit.

The toaster started hopping around as he went back inside and tried to wiggle the rest of him free from the cable.

You rolled your eyes and began to stand up, but then sank back down with a groan.

"Ugh... Why do I feel so dizzy...?"

A pair of clawed hands snaked over your mouth, preventing you from screaming when you realized there was an intruder.

"Don't worry, Y/N. It's just a sleeping drug, dissolved into a harmless little marshmallow..."

BEN Drowned's Girlfriend~

You sighed and rested your head in your hands, wondering what was taking BEN so long.

He'd promised that he was just paying a quick visit to F/N's house to "borrow" another packet of Doritos.

Unbeknownst to you, the little elf was glitching out like crazy as he frantically tried to free himself from that damn toaster.

But back to the scene at hand, Fluffy had decided to burrow into a heap of cushions and snooze the day away. Which actually had very little to do with the scene at hand, but was too cute not to mention.

Dark Link had graced you with his presence. He was looking for BEN, who'd apparently gotten into a spot of trouble with Slendy. 

The awkward silence was broken when you decided to ask something.

"What exactly did BEN do?"

"Lost a bet with the ghost of my girlfriend's old cat. Paid it off by stealing Slenderman's truck."

"Oh."

Awkward silence prevailed once more, broken only when Dark Link stood up with a sigh.

"I'll go over to F/N's house and drag him back. Thank you for the tea."

"You're welcome."

Darkness quickly went back outside and walked across the street, mentally cringing to himself as it began to drizzle with rain.

You would've been a Good Samaritan and offered him the spare umbrella, but couldn't. Why?

Because someone had already taken that spare umbrella and whacked you over the head with it; landing an instant KO.

Dark Link's Girlfriend~

A windy rainstorm was making the bedroom windowpanes rattle, but the harsh weather was paid no heed.

The ghost of C/N floated around an inconspicuous corner; eagerly counting out a wad of cash that he'd gotten from BEN-knows-where.

Lightning blasted through the stormy skies, sending you jumping from your bed with a startled shriek.

When the shock (pun intended) had died down, you settled back and curled up again, pulling the blanket over your head.

I wish Darkness was here to snuggle with...

All of a sudden, the blankets were all grabbed and yanked upwards; trapping you inside like a makeshift sack.

You yelped and started flailing around as the blanky-sack was slung over the shoulder of someone very strong.

"Who's there? What are you doing? How did you get in here? Wait, forget all those useless questions; JUST LET GO OF ME!"

The unidentifiable capturer gave a familiar laugh and spoke up with a smile.

But you couldn't see that he was smiling. In fact, you couldn't see anything except... Well... Blanket.

"Dark Link isn't very good at keeping time or spare keys, wouldn't you agree?~"

Laughing Jack's Girlfriend~

Worried by the lovable clown's unexplainable absence, you let yourself into the Creepypasta Mansion and started looking for him.

Slenderman was busy in his study, locked in a heated shouting match with the car sales company.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NOT COVERED BY THE WARRANTY'? THE TRUCK DROVE TO THE BLACK MARKET WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND AUCTIONED ITSELF OFF FOR MONEY!"

It sounded like the faceless creepypasta wasn't having much luck with scamming another vehicle out of them.

He slammed the phone down and teleported away; probably to kill everyone in the dealership.

Since asking Slenderman was out of the question, you turned to the next best person.

"Doctor Smiley?"

The not-so-good doctor looked over his shoulder, mask splattered with crimson. A bloody corpse was lying on the examination table.

"Good evening, Y/N. Caught another case of werechicken bite?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me where L.J is."

Smiley gave a long sigh, his expression falling.

"He's been bedridden for the whole week, I'm afraid."

"W-Why? Is he sick?" Probably ate too many marshmallows...

"Not... Not quite. He started getting an unbearable stabbing pain in his chest that none of my medicines or painkillers would soothe."

A feeling of déjà vu crossed your mind. Faint memories of reading the monochrome clown some twisted bedtime stories...

"He... He's had chest pain like that before. I pumped him full of all sorts of cures, but they were useless. Then I read Sally's book of fairy tales to him."

Smiley dropped his scalpel, looking like he'd been hit with realization. Or a slice of buttered toast. Believe me, the expressions are very similar.

"When was this incident?"

"Uh... Lemme think... Right after the fiftieth chapter?"

"Smirky- The cursed dagger- Zalgo's magic must be- If it was lying dormant all this time- Oh no!"

He turned paler than usual and bolted out of the surgery, leaving you in a state of extreme confusion.

When Smiley reached the shared room of E.J and L.J, he wrenched open the door without a second thought.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary; save for the shards of a cracked blue mask that littered the black-ooze-splattered floor.

Nobody was there.

Or at least, that's what Smiley thought.

Meanwhile, at the unknown location...

You know why you're here.

He slowly opened his eyes, passive enough to listen to the neglected voice in his mind.

You know what you've done wrong.

It crept straight out of his deepest thoughts.

Never too late to change, you know.

Maybe it was all having a reverse effect on him. As the days passed by, his insanity was slowly leeched away by the hours of boredom and inactivity.

His mind had been given too much free time. Now it was developing a conscious. Damn it all to hell!

"I don't want to change." His cracked voice bounced off the bare walls.

Talking to yourself was only the first sign of insanity. Was it really regressing?At this rate, he'd be lulled back into the embrace of sanity! The horror!

"I-I don't want to change..."

Even though he firmly reassured himself of that fact, he couldn't help but wonder why his voice sounded so unconvincing.

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A/N: So for anyone who doesn't get it; L.J is being mind-controlled by Zalgo, because of some recently awakened freaky-magic from getting stabbed with that dagger. The one from chapter fifty. Better?

I blame the delay on internet issues and doggy issues. However, I'm gonna try keeping to a schedule this time. Next update? Next Tuesday! NOT Thursday. Because I have a grudge against Thursdays. XD

Coming Up Next: He's Captured