(The Phantom has returned to her former glory! Well, kind of. We're still workin' on that. Anydoodles, this suggestion was brought to you by @AngelDoll56, who receives her promised cookie! (.:::.))

Jeff the Killer (Special delivery for @lovecreepythings!)

You were royally ticked off at Jeffy boy, for some kind of wrong that the killer had unwittingly committed.

Actually, it was because he'd lobbed a knife through the television during commercials, making you miss the grand finale of (Favourite TV Show/Anime/Movie/Cooking Program).

I was bored, he'd confessed with a little halfhearted shrug of his shoulders when confronted with the evidence.

But you were a clever kind of girl, willing to wait and bide your time. Sort of. Until the evening, when opportunity still ceased to present itself.

With dark storm clouds brooding over your head, you sat hunched-up on the couch, revenge fantasies churning left and right. Stick butter in his shoes? Replace his knife with a squeaky replica?

No, no, no. None of those were good enough. You even picked up the phone and gave BEN a ring, to ask if he had any good ideas. He did. But he wanted your refrigerator as payment. So you hung up on him.

You tried calling a friend, but just ended up going on a rant about how Jeff had ruined the finale. F/N tried to calm you down and promised she'd watch it on her T.V and tell you everything, but it wasn't enough.

Finally, inspiration came to you in the most peculiar way. First, you heard the sound of water running in the bathroom; Jeff had let himself in to take a shower.

Second, the ghost of C/N came floating by. He was wearing a Deadpool mask, for some godforsaken reason. And his beard was poking out of the bottom, braided.

A lightbulb appeared over your head. You lunged forward, grabbed the cosplaying cat (we still don't know why the hell he was in your house), and ran upstairs.

The ghost of C/N looked awfully confused about the whole affair, but he definitely recognised the sound of running water. And he didn't like it.

You kicked open the bathroom door and snuck in, death-gripping the wriggling pussycat. You could see the faint, shadowy outline of Jeff behind foggy glass, scrubbing shampoo into his hair.

C/N, as if psychically sensing the catastrophic event that was about to occur, froze up rigid - fur standing on end. Couldn't see his face - it was still obstructed by the Deadpool mask.

You chuckled deviously under your breath, and then flung the ghostly feline over the top of the shower.

"REEEOOOOW!"

"AAAAAAAHHH!" His terrified shriek was high-pitched enough to crack the glass.

An epic struggle ensured, seen entirely in shower silhouette. There was lots of shouting and slipping and scratching and hissing.

C/N shot back over, flying on an airy cloud of ghostly vapour, wet as a fish. The ghostly feline hightailed it like a bat out of hell, never looking back.

Jeff opened the door without a word, stark naked and a fine fall of sopping raven hair covering his face. He was covered in thin scratches and little C/N bites.

You were standing there, smiling sweetly and offering him a towel.

With his head bowed down, he wordlessly stomped past you - stopping to swipe the towel out of your hand with an unhappy growl along the way.

BEN Drowned... In Majora's Mask?

Boring... Boring... Boring... You sighed dejectedly and set down your (gaming platform type) games. It wasn't that you didn't like them; you'd played all of them to the end. Six times.

The funny thing is, boredom becomes an excellent doorway for mischief. And murder. But this is Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios, not Sherlock. So you began to feel mischievous when left so idle.

Oh yeah, I remember... BEN forgot to give me anything for Valentine's Day! That justifies a good 'ol fashioned joke, right?

Life flooded back into your being at the prospect of pulling something on your elvish boyfriend. Filled with enthusiasm, you sprang off your butt and ran down the hall in your socks.

BEN was in the gaming room - he'd been there all day. Slenderman had allowed him to buy a Five Nights At Freddy's game, mostly as an apology for slipping over the little elf while nude and half-covered in bubbles.

You crouched and crawled through a gap in the door, muffling yourself as much as possible.

It was hard to contain the giggles.

BEN's eyes darted all around the screen. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he uneasily swung his legs in nonspecific rhythm, fully focused on the game.

He'd made the mistake of wearing headphones.

Heh.

When you were sure he'd bungled up and let an animatronic into the office, you sprang up from behind and lifted either side of the flexible headphones off head. "BOOOOOO!"

"SWEET MOTHER OF THE HAPPY MASK SALESMAN!" BEN screamed, rocketing off his seat.

The headphone's cable got yanked out by the force of his jump, combining his own frantic scream with the jumpscare of an animatronic.

Cackling hysterically with tears in your eyes, you ducked down and escaped the scene of the crime, popping your head around the door a couple of seconds later.

BEN was limply sitting back on his seat, looking dumbfounded as he stroked the headphones like a supervillain's cat. "... Wow. This game is really 3D."

No. He never found out it was you, and he never played that particular title of FNaF ever again, declaring that it was "too intense" for his "innocent mind."

Dark Link~

"Darkness?"

"Yes, my sweet angel?" Dark Link cooed, affectionately nuzzling your neck as you tried to concentrate on the season finale of some T.V show for F/N.

"I need to watch this properly and summarise it or else F/N's gonna murder someone. You know, F/N? The one with the black belt? She rang me earlier. Sounded pretty mad."

"But you're so cute when you concentrate~!" He insisted, poking your nose for emphasis. Then he dived right into a one-sided cuddle session.

You sighed and blew a strand of hair out of your face, wondering how you were going to snap your boyfriend out of this silly mood.

It was adorable, but you really needed to focus, because F/N really did sound murderous over the phone.

Deadpan. "I'm breaking up with you."

Dark Link froze mid-cuddle.

His eyes snapped open - pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks. And his voice came out as a mild squeak. "... W-Wh-What?"

You rolled your eyes, ruffling his hair as he sort of collapsed onto your shoulder. "Just kidding! Now for the sake of Jeff's family jewels, will you sit down and watch this with me?"

"O-Oh... Okay!"

Laughing Cheshire Cat

You strolled out from behind a dark corner and lightly slapped him in the face with a cat-o-nine-tails made of liquorice. He ran away screaming.

(A/N: Don't sue meh; he's just frightfully easy to scare! See what I did there? XD)

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion Of Creepiness...

After, and I quote from his own words, "being heinously assaulted" by the liquorice whip, L.J returned to the mansion and decided to seek professional help, just in case he'd been seriously injured.

Knock. Knock. "Doctor Smiley! Doctor Smiley! I've been hit with a deadly weapon and now I'm dying!"

"I'm not here; go away!"

L.J respected the not-so-good doctor's obvious desire for peace and backed away. Then he ran forward and barged in anyway. "But doc, I think it's serious!"

Smiley was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting a bow tie. He was completely dressed in formal wear, traditional black.

The monochome clown screetched to a halt, jaw dropping. "You're getting married?"

"I'm going on a date," Smiley corrected him in a tone of annoyance - dusting off his shoulders while talking.

"But I thought you told me Evelyn moved all the way to the other side of the globe because she didn't wanna be with you?" L.J cocked his head to one side, kind of admiring his own appearance in the mirror too.

Smiley sighed and shook his head slightly, fidgeting yet again with the bow tie. "No, it was Smirky who told you that. Evelyn didn't break up with me - she's been on a world tour with her family for the past month."

"So she's back now?"

"Yes."

"Oh." This was followed by an awkward pause. And then L.J pointed to his nose, which was ever-so-slightly crooked upwards at the tip. "Can you fix this first?"

Even with his back turned to the clown, Smiley still groaned and facepalmed.

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A/N: Didya miss me? Thanks for reading! :)

I may have to get myself X-rayed to see what the hell is up with all this coughing (don't ask how it'll help - I'm not entirely sure myself), but hopefully the doctor will say that I'm getting better!

It's great to talk to you guys again! What did you think of this chapter? I really like it for some reason. And I remembered Evelyn's existence this time! Woohoo!

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