A/N starting with good old Jeffery here bc I think he was everyone's first introduction to this fandom and he's probably one of the most famous as well. Start with the best right?

     The air was metallic. Metallic with the scent of pent up rage unleashing itself with ruthless vigor and salted with the scent of leaked tears and cries for help.  

     At the center of the red painted room was a man. Scarred and unstable, his eyes stared unblinkingly foreword, blinded from long ago. His permanent smile seemed to carve upwards as he sensed me. I was expecting it, he always knew I was there before I could even make a noise. 
     "(c/p)" He greeted roughly, startling me into speaking. "Jeff." I registered his presence. 

     The air was tense. suffocating with unspoken words and actions unsaid but craved. His face was hideous as it always been, but for now it sickened me more than when I first saw him. Not out of disgust, but out of putrid annoyance. We were supposed to share this kill. It was a reporter who came a little too close to uncovering us. It was supposed to be easy. 

     but no. It was never easy when it came to Jeffery Woods. 

     We had made the plan, I'd sneak in through the front, him through the back so no one could escape if they heard us. The man had a family, and if they woke up then we'd have to kill them too. Jeff might've relished in that, but I wouldn't. He knew that. He said he respected it. I shouldn't have trusted him. 

     As soon as we got inside the house, he was already hearing the supposed heartbeats of the victims he craved blood for. I didn't hear anything. He called me an idiot. He was quick to run upstairs, only to find the man slept with his wife and his daughter in her crib next to them. 

     Before I could suggest we leave and report to slender, Jeff was already unsheathing his knife from his stained hoodie pocket. My eyes widened. I couldn't call for him to stop. I felt frozen as I watched his knotted and scarred smile widen and in one disgusting snap of sanity, he was plunging the knife over and over into the husbands chest. 

     the ruckus woke the baby, which in turn woke the wife. I grabbed the child and tried to shush her. Perhaps I could give her to slender as an apology for making this job much messier than it needed to be. I took a step back as the woman's scream was cut off, Jeff's knife entering her juggler, forcing her to choke on her own crimson blood. 

     From where I stood in the hall, I watched the blood spill down her night dress and her tears stain her face before she fell limp and cold with her husband. Tragic lovers til the very end. 

     she had been taken care of, and Jeff returned to mangling the body of her husband. The murderer remained unflinching as the blood splattered on the walls and his clothes and his face. I tried not to cringe away from the sickening sounds of metal tearing away meat and flesh. 

     after some time, it seemed Jeff had gotten his fill, standing up off of the bed. I could tell he was dying to kill the fresh life that had quieted in my arms, but he knew I would rather die than have the child injured. She was the only thing keeping slender from ripping his head off. 

     "Let's go." I said sharply, breaking the silence as I turned to leave. No sirens or sounds of worried neighbors were heard, but we still slipped out the back door. I felt sick to my stomach as we entered the woods.  

     unnecessarily ruthless and bloody deaths just didn't make my day like it did others, but it was Jeff's signature. I wondered for a moment why the boss would put us together when our styles were so different.

"Look, you know I'm sorry-"

     "no you aren't." I cut Jeff short. I didn't want to hear it. He went overboard and he knows it. The human life may be bugs, but why stomp and smear their blood when one, clean, flick would do the trick? I was beyond annoyed at Jeff for being so unnecessarily messy. I didn't need his false apologies to keep me as a friend, if you could even call me that, because I saw the way his eyes sparkled at the sight of the crimson life force drain from their bodies. I wouldn't let him apologize because it was obvious he wasn't sorry.  

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     The trip to the mansion took far too long. The girl in my arms got heavier by the minute, but I'd be damned if I gave her to Jeff. He would surely kill her, and this was the only thing keeping us from being punished for making the crime scene... Well, a crime scene. 

     Most of us didn't live in the mansion. it was more a meeting ground if anything. Most lived on their own in at least pairs and in their own place. Very few stayed year round. It was safer in numbers, and if you didn't have them then... 

     well most didn't risk it.

     Me, Jeff, and a few others were the only ones who stayed here yearly. Mostly because no one fully trusted Jeff, not even me and I was one of his closest comrades despite our constant bashing of heads. Toby was terrified of being away from the boss for too long, but frankly I doubted anyone wanted to live with him anyway. BEN literally needs electricity to survive, and Sally is just... Too young to be on her own even if she's technically a spirit. 

     Really the only people who stayed were those who either didn't have the connections or the resources to do so. A few stayed partially if their partner was away and the others who even bothered to sleep there were on long term missions that sometimes took years of observation to complete. The only time the mansion was truly full was when Slender called the creepypasta's there, and he only did that if there was a true threat, but still everyone saw this as their home. Their only sanctuary. Didn't matter if you stayed for a night or a year, if you slept in the walls of the pristine mansion in the woods, you were safe. And that's all most asked for. 

     I was pulled from my thoughts as quiet static prodded at my brain, a strong and ancient presence entering the room. It didn't take a genius to see that Slenderman was not happy. "M- master! I'm sorry for the way Jeff acted. We brought you an offering... as an apology." I stumbled foreword, kneeling and holding the baby out to the old being. 

     Do not blame this all on your partner. You should've stepped in and stopped him. I tell you two to go together because I expect you to keep him in line. Perhaps I was wrong about your strength. He growled, speaking to the both of us through our minds. 

     the baby began to cry, and Slender was quick to grab it with his tentacles and snap it's neck. This will do for now but do not make this mistake again he glared at us one more time before he left. I huffed and shoved Jeff. I didn't care what the boss said. This was his fault. 

     I stormed to my room and shut the door loudly, rubbing my eyes in frustration I threw my mask onto the bed and sat next to it. I laid down and held myself close. I shouldn't feel this bad but... They didn't have to suffer. That little girl could've lived her life with her mother but Jeff just couldn't control himself.

     I took a deep breath and turned over glaring at the wall. Whatever.

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     No more missions. I had a sneaking suspicion that the boss was still angered by Jeff's past actions which made me even more irritable than normal. 

     A bubbling rage filled the pit of my stomach. I knew that the smallest thing would set me off but I had nothing to take it out on. I didn't want to kill animals though I often would in times like this. I just wanted to sink my weapon deep into Jeff's skin and give him a brutal death just like that poor woman and child. He deserved it after all. What he did to his family and his brother...

     snapped from my thoughts by a banging noise. I glared at Jeff, grabbing a knife and immediately throwing it at him, but he ducked just in time. "Oh c'mon (y/n).. You're still mad?" He cooed, teasing me. I stabbed my fork into the oak table and stood abruptly. "Yes. I am." I snipped at him, words curt and sharp. I didn't want to talk to him if I didn't have to.

     I heard him groan. "C'mon, this isn't the first time you've seen me kill someone. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? the bitch was awake and so was her bastard kid. I had no choice." He tried to persuade me, but the heat I felt within me was too much. 

     "You know damn well you had a choice!" I turned to yell, "You could've taken it slow, LIKE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO! But NO! You just had to jump on them and starting stabbing like the fucking PSYCHO you are! I know you don't feel remorse and I know you don't give a flying FUCK about people, but you don't have to kill everyone you come in CONTACT WITH!" I screeched at him, socking him across the face before stomping out of the kitchen, kicking over the table before I left for good measure. 

     After what I did, I didn't expect him to chase after me and grab me, or maybe I did. I felt his steel knife at my neck and rolled by eyes. "Well? Do it pussy. Kill me like the rest of the people who cared about you." I hissed. 

     He shoved me down to the floor and put his knife away, his leather white skin seemed to be pulled into a snarl, though it was hard to tell with his constant happy stature. "You said I kill everyone I come in contact with and everyone who cares about me. If that was the case you would be dead."

     "Then kill me fucker!" I yelled at him, spitting on his ever so precious face. I could see the build up behind his eyes. The anger seething just below the surface. "You make things really hard (y/n)" He growled, voice strained. 

     I stood and brushed myself off. "I know. I've been awake for barely an hour and you've already pissed me off. Speak to me when you aren't an asshole." I huffed, leaving the room. 

     As Jeff watched (y/n) leave, he cursed himself. For some reason, in some god damn way, that fiery spirit, those glowing eyes, and that curt angry voice... It drew him in. He growled and stabbed the wall. The feelings didn't make sense, so he didn't bother with trying to puzzle them together. He took a breath and headed out into the woods. Whatever. He probably just wanted to kill (y/n) for yelling at him. That made sense.

~><~

     When I woke up to the feeling of someone tackling me, my first instinct was to fight. I grabbed my knife from under my pillow and slashed at the unknown force, kicking them away from me and then pinning them down. 

     The feeling of sweet adrenaline coursed through me as I stabbed down, only for the attacker to roll out of the way, elbowing my back forcing me to collapse. I rolled on my back just in time to catch the knife about to come down on my back. 

     I pressed into the tendons and listened as the person cried out, knife clattering to the ground. I picked it up, mine still stuck in the wooden floorboards. I sat on the persons chest, knees on their arms so they couldn't attack, only to realize who my attacker was. 

     "Jeff..?" I asked quietly, still on defense in case he tried anything. You never knew with him. Sometimes he would be high as a kite and then the next second he was chasing you with a blood lust. 

     He snapped back at me, feral, acting like a cornered animal. I slapped him good and hard. "Wake the fuck up! You aren't some rabid animal Jeff! Now why the fuck are you in my room trying to fucking kill me!?" I asked, raising the knife threateningly. He knew I wasn't playing around. I might look after him, but I wouldn't hesitate to end his pathetic life. I would only gain from it after all. 

     "I don't know! You piss me off and make me feel weird! It won't go away unless your dead so here I am!" He yelled back. I flinched back as his spit hit me in the face, I wiped it off and glared at him. "Whatever Jeff. Go back to your room." I said coldly, getting off of him slowly but not turning my back. Who knew if he would try and attack again.

     He glared and clenched his fist, but before he made contact with me I grabbed his fist and twisted it. "Go. away." I demanded coldly, maybe an inch from snapping his wrist. He growled but relaxed, allowing me to let go of his hand without anxiety. 

     He left and I slammed the door. Whatever. Fuck him. I just didn't realize how lonely it would get without him. 

     Maybe after a month of not speaking I gave in. "Jeff you fucker! Get out here and talk to me!" I yelled, banging on the door. A groggy Jeff answered. "What?" He snarled, voice raspy. "Breakfast." I said bluntly before stepping on my heels. 

     I could feel his smile follow me. He knew that I had forgiven him. 

     And that's all I really asked for