Mississippi. The place where that one river is named after, even though it crosses like ten other states. Hell, the river starts in Minnesota of all places.

This is not relevant to the story.

On the outskirts of some random Mississippi city, your van is parked outside of a pawnshop with Jane still inside. You can be found inside said pawnshop selling off your, thoroughly cleaned, loot from your last kill. The shop worker looks over one of the swords you placed on the front counter.

Worker: Hmmm. The swords are in decent condition. Along with those knives, that would make it aboouut 200 dollars. Along with the jewelry, I can probably settle for $1,750 for the whole thing.

You: That's fine with me.

The worker pulls away your items, counts out your money, you take your pay and finally head out the door. You return to your van and sit back in the driver's seat. Looking over your cash, you pull out a key and unlock the glove box, putting the cash in and locking it back up.

Jane: So that's how you make money?

From the gated back of the van, Jane looks through the makeshift fence as you start up the vehicle. You give an mhmm her way as you drive down the road. You drive about, taking in the scenery, while stopping every so often and pull out a folder, checking off and writing down new information. This catches Jane's attention after the fifth stop.

Jane: What are you doing?

(Y/n): Just narrowing down my search. Think of it as a scavenger hunt for serial killers.

Jane: Okay, but how do you know what to look for? Pastas aren't known for leaving a trail other than the occasional calling card.

You look through your documents and glance over to a list of warehouses.

(Y/n): Let's just say I have an eye for this sort of thing.

[Several hours later]

On the other side of the city, among an old industrial district, a dusty warehouse lies beneath the night sky. Inside the building are empty storage containers and stacks of pallets spread out across the first floor. The second floor appears to house a few office spaces between several catwalks. Overall, it's you're standard, overly used cliche hideout, run of the mill warehouse.

Leaning against one of the storage containers is a Creepypasta in a black sweater with a striped scarf and blue jeans. His light green eyes pierce through his brown hair as he looks across the many pallets around him. One of his most defining features appears to be the multitude of scars and stitches across his face like he's been attacked by a psychotic little brother.

This Pasta, as you can guess, is none other than Homicidal Liu. Brother of Jeff the Killer.

As he just leans on the container, Liu holds a burner phone to his ear as he has a conversation with someone.

Liu: Yes, she's locked up right now. I still don't understand why we can't just kill her, it'd save us a lot of trouble........ Fine. Just get here. She was trouble enough to trap as is.

He hangs up and drops the phone on the floor. Taking his foot, he raises it up and smashes his heel on the device. After several stomps, the burner phone becomes completely useless as pieces scatter from the final stomp. Satisfied with its destruction, Liu starts walking off to do anything other than standing.

While traveling about to pass the time, Liu walks pass two stacks of pallets with a bored expression. That expression turns into one of slight surprise as he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Walking back to the previous pallets, he spots the feminine figure of a familiar Pasta.

Liu: Jane.

Hate fills his voice as he stares down the woman that's had murderous intentions towards his brother for years.

Jane: Hello, Liu.

Jane's voice, on the other hand, is filled with a calm tone like she's talking to a special needs kid proudly showing off the shit they took on the carpet. Her knife can be clearly seen in her hand as she stares back at Liu.

Liu: I'm genuinely surprised you managed to find me here.

Jane: I'll be honest, had to look through four different warehouses before finding you here. I suppose it was just a matter of time.

The both of them soon start to circle each other, one prepared for the other to strike first. While they do that, you travel across the catwalks above as you try get a good vantage point. All the while praying that the metal platform doesn't let out a rusty creak. You travel a bit more and get a good view of the two.

As the two Pastas continue to attack each other with words, you pull out your pistol and prepare to take aim at Liu.

Liu: You know, you really aren't that different from--

Jane: Oh shut the hell up, Woods, I'm completely different from you deprived freaks! I wasn't a victim of bullying, abuse, depression, wrath of God, or anything like that. My life was absolutely fine until that fucked-in-the-head brother of yours ruined it.

Liu: Don't you DARE talk about Jeff--

Jane: Why would you forgive him after what he's done? Mudered your parents, tried to murder you, and with no hesitation.

Liu: You truly don't understand then. He knew the satisfaction of taking a life. After surviving what he done and killing my first, I truly understood the pleasure of snuffing out one's life and wanted more. Do you mean to tell me that you've never felt something like that? After all these years?

He stops moving as he gets a good look at his opponent. Perfect opportunity to open fire. Jane stops walking as well as she looks back at him. A small smile creeps across her lips.

Jane: Hmm. For once, you're right. I did feel something like that... But not the same reason as you.

You lift your pistol and take aim.

Jane: You wanna know what I love more than anything after I got burnt? What still keeps me going all this time...? It's that, one day, you'll all get what you rightfully deserve. And when I get the chance, I'll plunge my knife into your brother's fucking neck.

You switch the safety on the gun and line up the shot to Liu's head.

*step*

The faintest sound behind you was all you needed to whip around and prepare to shoot. Your creeper swings their arm and knocks the gun from your hand, right before firing a loud shot. The gun shot alerts the two below. Knowing that the original plan just got fucked, Jane quickly charges Liu as he's still looking up. She soon tackles him into some pallets and now has his full attention again.

Back up to you, you quickly pull out a knife as you stare down your new opponent. A pale girl wearing a purple hoodie and black skirt. Her face somewhat similar to a certain infamous killer, with the exception being her eyelids sown open. You let out a groan as you look upon the demented fangirl, Nina the Killer.

Nina: Well, you're new!

(Y/n): And you're sad. What? Jeff say no too many times to your advances, so now you're trying to hook up with his brother?

Nina: How did you-- I mean, no!

She just charges at you with a kitchen knife, expecting you to stand there and take one in the trachea. At the last second, you sidestep on the narrow catwalk and grab a hold of her stabbing hand. Using her own momentum, you swing Nina around and over the guardrail. She lets out a scream as she falls. The scream is cut short as her back is slammed hard on the top edge of a container. She flips from the metal box and lands face first on the cold cement ground.

You simply look down at the still body with a surprised look on your face. The sounds of Liu and Jane fighting filling the silent air.

(Y/n):...... Well that was easy.

You make your way across the catwalk and over to some stairs as you keep an eye on the fight. Speaking of which, the two continue trying to shank each other while avoid getting shanked.

Liu fakes a charge to startle Jane. It works and just makes her more mad. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she charges him again. Faking to come from the left and swiftly comes at him from the right. She goes for a stab, only for her arm to be caught before making contact. He goes to make his own strike, only to be given a nose full of jet black hair as Jane head butts him. This whips his head back as blood gushes from his broken nose.

Although in pain, Liu powers through it and backs away to give himself room. This proves moronic as he backs up right into you without knowing. You stab your knife into his shoulder and yank him around to face you, simultaneously planting a hard punch in his fucked up face. He unwillingly stumbles back into Jane's murderous embrace as she grabs the arm still holding the knife, brings her knee up, and snaps his arm by the elbow.

Liu lets out a pained scream as he drops his knife and grabs his broken arm. He has little time to recover as Jane grabs him from behind and starts stabbing him below the ribs. You quickly come in and swiftly jab your knife under his jaw to the hilt.

Liu simply lets out a muffled gurgle as blood trickles from his lips. Jane gives him a few more stabs in before you both finally pull your knives out and back away. The glorified pin cushion of a Pasta just topples over into a bloody heap on the cold floor. The both of you stare down at the body, blood slowly pooling around it.

(Y/n):... So they come in pairs now? Lovely.

The sound of groans and sobs can soon be heard. You look over to the direction of the sounds and walk towards it.

(Y/n): Speaking of which.

Jane watches you in silence as you go to do whatever. She just takes a deep breath as she looks back to the body of Liu on the ground...... Yep, still bleeding. A real shame, too. He was a good kid before all this.

She decides to go wait back at the van, until she suddenly notices something from the corner of her eye. A slight glimmer from what little moonlight is coming from above being reflected. Nothing better to do, she decides to make her way over. As she moves closer, she spots what looks like a sword leaning against some pallets.

Jane: Hold on...

You make your way over to whoever is crying, and spot none other than Nina. Still face down on the floor.

Nina: O-oh God. I can't feel anything, I can't move!

You walk over to her without a word and grab her shoulders.

Nina: No n-no! Let go of me!

You lift Nina up just enough to wrap your arms around her neck. All the while ignoring her pleas. You soon start twisting her head to one side. As she keeps whimpering to be let go, her cries are suddenly replaced with several harsh cracks. You keep going a bit more until you are rewarded with a few more pops from her neck.

With the Pasta finally silent, you check for breathing just to make sure. As you find no signs of life in Nina's body, you just toss the corpse onto the floor as you stand back up.

(Y/n): Buenas noches, Princess.

You soon remember something and start looking around for your gun. Checking the general area you remembered the pistol flying to, you soon find your missing gun. As you walk over to fetch it, the sound of banging metal can suddenly be heard echoing through the building.

(Y/n): The hell?

The banging soon ends with a loud crash before complete silence.

(Y/n):.... Let's go for three.

You pick up your pistol and soon silently make your way to where the sounds came from. A minute of walking later, you turn a corner of a container before coming to a realization...... Most of these units are already open. What the hell are you looking for?

As you keep your eyes peeled for any movement, a shadowy figure slowly rises from atop the nearest storage container while staring down at you.

Back to Jane, she picks up the sword and gives it a look over. A gorgeous weapon that she remembers only belonging to one person.

Jane: Did they...--

(Y/n): JESUS CHRIST!

Your guttural yell catches Jane off guard. Wasting no time, she immediately bolts it to where you are.

In the meantime, you are currently pinned to the ground while being strangled by some crazy blonde dressed in all white. Her pitch black eyes give you a hint on who's trying to murder you.

Judge: You think you can keep me trapped in a box!?

(Y/n): What the f--

You do your damndest to try and knock her off of you, but her stupid superhuman strength is proving downright bothersome. With gun knocked out of your hands from the surprise attack, you try reaching for your knife, but with her straddling you, that's impossible right now.

Judge: Soon, you will ALL pay for your transgressions on the innocent!

This is what you hated most about fighting Pastas up close. Their absurd strength and durability that make it a pain in the ass for you in situations just like this. However, there is one thing you pride yourself in having an advantage over them.

You're resourceful.

You quickly reach for a pocket above your waist. The corners of your vision's start to go dark.

Judge: Until than. I now. Pronounce. You--

You soon pull out a blue syringe, courtesy of the good Doctor, and stab it in Judge's neck. Quickly emptying all its contents into her bloodstream. All the while, she lets out a surprised yelp before succumbing to the drug soon after. She suddenly goes limp and falls on top of you, unconscious. You immediately shove her off and start gasping and coughing.

Right on time, Jane rushes around a corner and spots the both of you.

(Y/n): *cough* You took your sweet time! Auuueerrgh.

Jane looks over to the still form of Judge.

Jane: Is she dead?

You reach over to your gun and stand back up to your feet.

(Y/n): Not yet.

You stretch your neck a bit and raise your pistol towards Judge. Jane sees this, drops the sword, and rushes over to stop you. She grabs your arm and forces it up.

Jane: No wait! She can help us!

You yank yourself from her grip and give her a fierce glare. Jane steps back, suddenly feeling like she's about to fight. You just point a finger at her.

(Y/n): First; Don't ever touch me. Second; Don't ever touch me.... Explain.

Jane:.... Look, I know she's not exactly the most stable, but we can actually make use of her.

(Y/n): A bipolar schizo?

Jane: That sword isn't just for show. She knows damn well how to use it and, although skewed, her sense of judgement goes in our favor enough to make it easy to convince her to our side.

While listening, you just give Jane a blank expression as she keeps talking.

Jane: Urgh... If you manage to actually go after all the Creepypastas, there are going to be some that are more dangerous than you think. You are going to need as much help as you can get.

You take a minute to stare at Jane, mulling over what she said. You look back to the unconscious girl............. and holster your gun before pointing back to your pale acquaintance.

(Y/n): If she comes at me like that again, I will kill her. Until than, she's your responsibility if your so fixated on having her around.

You leave without another word and make your way to the exit. Jane watches you leave before looking back to Judge. With a sigh, she picks up the sword and goes to lift the girl up, bridal style.

As you walk back to the exit, you spot something quite peculiar. You see Liu, still alive, trying to crawl away with one arm, while leaving behind a blood trail. You let out a small mmh and pull out your pistol before walking over to him. Without a word, you place a foot on his back to stop him, and just unload two rounds in the back of his head. This leaves him motionless once again. This time, for good.

Jane catches up to you with Judge in her arms and sees you standing over Liu's body.

Jane: What happened?

(Y/n): Well, turns out stabbing him repeatedly didn't work as well as we thought. I mean, no surprise there. If he can survive what Jeff did to him, than what we did was probably like acupuncture.

You head to the exit with Jane in tow. Now with a new addition to your merry band of killer killers.

(Y/n): 'Yippee.'

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