Chapter 13: Day 1 of Making and Regaining Memories

"Regaining them won't be easy, I know." Jeff said, smiling slightly.

"And making another memory won't make it easy too." Jeff said, slowly walking up to Slenderman.

"But if I put those two together..." Jeff started and as he looked up, he was smiling brightly. "There will be no harm on doing so."

Slenderman gulped. It was a bad idea...

Maybe. "Please, Jeff," Slenderman pleaded. And he never pleads. "Please still think about my offer."

And he disappeared.

The Next Day:

Your eyes fluttered open and you close your eyes again, feeling the drowsiness subside. You rub your eyes and yawned, rubbing your face with your hands. Sitting up, you yawn quietly and your feet touched the cold floor. You cringe at it, your feet burning slightly with the cold. Your hands found its way on the doorknob as you twist it slowly. Opening the door quietly, you look around if someone was awake or something. A strong aroma of pancakes pass by you.

You grinned.

Quickly going down the stairs, you smiled at the sight of Jeff cooking.

You giggle slightly when you noticed the pink apron.

He looked back, hearing the giggle. You bit your lip, stopping your smile but failed as you quickly got out of your hiding spot. Jeff smiled back sweetly, but going back to cooking the pancakes, making you only see a little of the apron. "Just a few more minutes." You nodded. You were curious what the apron says but you shrug it off, hoping to see it later before he takes it off. You went to the living room, finally your phone had been founded. Playing it with some more, you sigh.

As a plate touch the wooden table, you quickly get to your feet and walking towards the dining room, your eyes still focused on the phone. Someone snatched your phone before your eyes and you look up with a frown. You saw Jeff smiling, and seriously smiling, not a scowl from yesterday was matched with it. Sighing, you went along with it and you sat on the chair. Your eyes slightly lit up as you saw the freshly-cooked pancakes-delicious and dreamy.

As your tongue touched the pancake, your eyes sparkled and you smile goofily. "It's awesome!"

Jeff grinned and you finally saw the apron. You laugh at it. It says; "Kill The Killer"-what the hell? He looks at you, confused and weirdly. You started to giggle because it was really funny. Standing up, you left the dining room as you went to the living room, finding a marker. He was confused yet again when you came back with a black marker. Your hand shot up to hold his apron, making him still. You started to scribble, making him flinch. "__-__-______!" You giggle.

"Just hold up for a minute, would ya!"

And suddenly, you were finished lying back on the chair, giggling. He was confused yet again. He started to take it off and when it was taken off, he looked at the markings you did.

'Kiss The Killer'

After realizing what you've done, you two blush.

"Oh shit." You managed to say.

Suddenly, Eyeless Jack went down the stairs and saw the two of you with blushing faces. Looking back and forth on you and Jeff, he finally looked at the apron and snickered.

"Oh my go--"

Jeff growled, "Not a fucking word." Before he blushes yet again.

You looked down on your plate, embarrassed and red. Deciding to eat the rest of the pancakes, Eyeless Jack started to tease the killer, who had put away the apron. Yes, it was funny, but for you it was pure embarrassment. You gulped the food and looked back at them, pushing away your plate. Eyeless Jack finally went to the table, and eating the ones you left.

"Thish ish gewd." He said with his mouth full.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Of course it is." Eyeless Jack grinned. "Oh shut up loverboy. You know you wanna--"

"Oh shut up, you jackass!"

Eyeless Jack glared at him. "You did not."

Jeff grinned this time. "I did."

You laugh at both of them, it was really entertaining--"Fuck you, Jeff."--indeed it was--"Fuck you too, E.J."

Jeff went to your side, his embarrassment long gone as he grab a hold of your hand, smiling. "Let's go out."

And you blush yet again as you look at him curiously. "G-Go out?"

Eyeless Jacked butted, "Yeah as a da--" Jeff glanced at him, and a glare was given along with a scowl on his face. "I swear, E.J. You will lose your arms." Eyeless Jack rose his arms in defense, grinning still. "Yeah. Yeah." And he goes back to eating, letting you two go outside.

He finally answered, "Whatever you want to think of it as."

You nodded, not wanting to think of it as what Eyeless Jack told. Shaking your head slightly, you grinned nervously towards the killer as he started to lead you to somewhere. Somewhere you don't know. Somewhere he only knows, maybe. After a while, you stopped, telling him to stop too. But you really needn't to. Because he already stopped with you, panting but not as hard as you are. You sat down on the soil ground, hoping it was not wet. Sighing, you put your hands up for a signal.

Like a baby wanted to be carried.

He chuckled and nodded. "Alright."

You grin and he finally carries you on his back as you lie your head on his, smelling the fresh smell of blood and a little shampoo--you laugh. He looked at you slightly but shook the laugh away. You started to drift off as you smelled his smell again and as you lie your head on his, you closed your eyes. And finally fell asleep.

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"Hey..."

You stir. But didn't fully wake up as the voice was kind of foggy in your mind.

"Hey...______..."

You tried to open your eyes but failed.

"Hey, _________....wakey wakey.."

You hummed, and somehow groaning.

"________, wake up. I'm going to ditch you here if you don't."

Finally your heavy eyes opened to see light, you closed your eyes again as you groaned. So much for waking up nicely. He chuckles slightly. You opened your eyes again when you didn't feel the sun hitting your face, instead a shadow protected you from the sunlight, it was Jeff, smiling goofily. "Wake up, we have so much to do." Yawning, you stir and stood up quite abruptly. You stumbled but he caught you and you shot a look of thankfulness. He grinned back. "Come on now."

You nodded as you rub your eyes while he pulled you all around...a building? You started to look around and saw things that were normally in a house. You hummed, not getting the exact point why you guys were here...for...you gulped, No, not a date. You thought and shook your head again. He finally stopped and you hit his back softly, shocked. You pouted and he let's you look at what was in front of him.

It was a fridge.

You blink, confusion evident on your face. "A fridge? Are you hungry? Well, you didn't eat but still whose house is this--"

"Yours."

You look back at him. "What?" You practically hissed.

It was weird.

He nodded. "Well, was yours."

You hum. "So you knew me back then?" He stayed silent. You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "So it's true?" He still didn't answer and you added, "I'm the girl in the television who's missing?" You hissed again and he flinched at your voice but it didn't hinder your curiosity and anger. But really, you didn't know why you were angry. But you did know, you weren't angry at him. He sighed and combed back his hair. "Well, yes, I did know you. I knew you well more than the others." He intensely looked at you, but not of anger.

And then, something flashed in your mind.

'He took in your looks as you blush under his intense gaze. He took his hand off. You breathe heavily. "Wh-Who are you?" He let his hood slide down as you saw his features. You gasp.

It was Jeff The Killer!!! From CreepyPasta!!!'

"-ey. You alright?"

You blink. Blink multiple times. You nod feverishly. "Y-Yeah..." You muttered, "I think so."

He nods and opened the refrigerator and took something. He holds up a Nutella jar and your eyes lit up for a second, before another flashback happens to strike your mind.

"Hey, have you been here?'" He smirks and nodded while shrugging, "Yeah, a few times, eating some food in your refrigerator." You glare at him and started hitting him lightly, complaining, "So that's why my nutella is always gone!!"

He laughs and shields your attacks. "It was just too good!" You stop hitting him and laugh along with him. He kisses you and you blush. He smirks after he breaks the kiss and heads towards the table. He sat and started eating.

You groaned this time, because it was getting blurry and painful. He drops the Nutella jar and took you in his arms as you cry onto his shoulder, his jacket getting wet but you knew he didn't care. "What's wrong? What happened? Do you remember?"

Hiccuping, you didn't answer his questions. It was hard to answer not only because you're crying, but because you actually don't know. So, alas, you just answered, "Sorry, something just hurts." He nods, a hurt look crossing his face before he smiles again. "It's alright, take your time." You nod, frowning as he went back to pick up the Nutella jar. He was sighing but when he frowned at the Nutella jar, you just flinch.

He showed you the jar, his other hand in his pocket. He smiled, teeth showing. "It's empty."

And you finally sigh. "Well, duh. This house has been....well, left?" You couldn't find a good word to put it. The house was clean though, so you thought maybe it wasn't really...abandoned. Your eyes scanned over him inquiringly and he shook his head. "No, someone's been living here. Don't know who, don't really care." Your eyebrow rose at the statement, gaping at him incredulously. "So he or she can come here in any minute now?" You asked, groaning.

He shook his head again, shrugging on shoulder. "Saw him go to vacation."

You roll your eyes, smiling. "Stalker."

He shrugged again and opened the refrigerator, grinning. "Found another one."

You gleefully smiled. "Make me one, will ya?"

He nods. "No worries. No need to say it." He quickly got to work and he was quiet. Not for a moment did he speak as he was spreading the Nutella on the bread. It was weird, for him not to say a thing even though he likes talking (but not that talkative) but as he was finished, he shot you a grin. He went to the counter and you went there too, sitting on one of the seats. Grabbing a bite, your eyes lit up and you giggle.

"Delish."

He took a bite too and grinned. "Yeah."

He hums. "I miss this." You gave him a sympathetic look which, you think, looked weird for him as his lips quirked upwards in amusement. He shrugs, finally letting a grin breaking out his face. "It's okay." He added, sighing, "I can relive it all. Just for you." He winked and you flushed bright red, biting on your bread tightly and you looked down, munching it.

Smiling a little, you still continue to look on the floor.

"Yeah." You mutter and you didn't know he gave you a fond look.

By the time you two were done eating your Nutella bread, you decided to leave it sparkly clean to not disturb or let it know someone had gotten inside the owner's house. But when you had butter fingers, it broke on the floor. There was eerie silence before Jeff barked out a laugh, though rushing over you as you crouched. He slapped your hand when you tried to reach for the broken pieces of the plate. He started to grab it carefully, tsking you. "No, not for your fingers," he muttered as he picked all of it.

You stood up, nodding but still worried.

When he trashed it, he walked to the counter, blood dripping from his hands. Your eyes widened. "Your wounded! God, and you told me it's not for my hands!" You ran upstairs, somehow your feet know where it's going as it ran and ran. It stopped to the bathroom, which you actually (maybe) didn't know. Shaking off the thoughts, you opened the cabinet which had a first aid kit and grabbed it, rushing downstairs.

While on the stairs, you tripped...

And strong arms caught you by surprise.

You opened your eyes which you didn't know you closed and looked up, smiling embarrassingly towards Jeff. Jeff made you stand properly and held his bloody hands. "No worries, I didn't even let my hands touch your shirt." You forgot about that for a second but you didn't look back to see if your shirt had blood. Because you didn't care.

"Please wash it for a while." He did and came back with wet hands.

You let him sit down on the couch and you frantically searched for a disinfectant. You pick it up and spray it on him and he hissed a little. You grabbed the roll of bandage and when you neared his hands, blood still spilled out and it was messy...with old scars. But it didn't stop you to wrap the bandage around his hands.

He was watching you and he trusts you on treating his hands.

When you were done, you sighed, wiping the sweat on your forehead. "Are you hurt?" He rose an eyebrow, smiling amusingly towards you.

"You just ask me now?"

You smile, giggling. "Let's just go back. Plates are dangerous."

"True that."

You guys left the house and you grin to him, "Well, we did a lot."

He grinned back, his teeth showing off. "Oh, you never know."

You laugh and little did you know he had done something.

Something.