!!!!!!!!! WARNING !!!!!!!!

this chapter does have gore in it also swears and other stuff

your Pov

Have you ever walked into a bees nest? No? well, the feeling of walking into the kitchen was like walking into a battlefield. The utter chaos that ensued when walking into a minefield was nowhere near as bad.

Disgusting

How one room could get this disgusting in a matter of minutes felt impossible but boy was I wrong. Blood, food, plates, and an assortment of other objects were strewn around the kitchen, and in the thick of it was the entire creepypasta mansion. Well, the people living in it that is. As soon as Jeff and I stepped foot in the kitchen all the commotion stopped. Pastas stared at us as we stood in the entry until someone spoke up.

"Hadn't seen you for a while Jeff. Finally found a new toy I see." Ben said as he said letting out a sinister chuckle. He looked me over and at that moment his mouth dropped.

"OH my god, those are old scars." He said referring to my bare legs. "Shes the servant! DUDE, you've been screwing the servant!?" Ben was in a fit of laughter.

"Dude no," Jeff said light pink dusting his cheeks but he had a voice of disgust. "No, I'm being punished by Slender so I have to help her around the house."

"Dude that sucks dick, you gonna go killing with us today?" EJ said as he slipped a piece of bacon under his mask.

"Ya, I think so," Jeff replied. As everyone was distracted I decided to go down to my room. A hand grabbed my arm. Inadvertently I dropped my clothing.

"Where do you think you going?" Ben questioned a sinister smirk played at his lips. I was getting anxious around them LJ and Ben started creeping closer to me.

"So you are the thing hiding under the mask. Your uglier then I expected." Ben scoffed. My guts twisted. I know I wasn't the most beautiful, but I wasn't that bad looking. was I? I took a step back hitting a breathing wall, a pair of hands came to rest on my shoulders. Jeff. I almost let out a sigh of relief.

"Fuck off Ben." Jeff hissed pulling me farther away from the group of killers.

"OH, I see." Ben's grin got wider. "You like her," he said in a cocky voice like he knew it was true.

"What is with you?! I don't! I told this is a punishment." Jeff yelled at Ben. By this point the residents of the mansion where giggling and had formed a group around us. I pressed my face into Jeff's shirt. He smelled like cigarettes, the woods, and old spice.

"Alright, then how about a learning opportunity," Ben said then vanished he came back a few seconds later laughing.

"Looks like you have a partner tonight Jeff. You get to bring your toy with you on the kill. Slender is fine with it." With this news from Ben, my heart dropped. I had never been killing with them and it was not something I wanted to do. Jeff stiffened.

"No," His voice had dropped an octave becoming dark and ominous. "You and I both know that is a very bad idea."

"Oh, poor Jeff can't control himself on the hunt?" Ben asked in mock question. "Get her ready we only have an hour or two. I was so tired, not to mention I didn't want to do this. Then I thought about it. I could escape. It would be risky, but it just might be possible.

"Fine." Jeff grabbed my wrist and dragged me down to the basement where I lived. Taking me to my room he walked over to my dresser and started digging threw it. He tossed me a pair of paint-splattered old light wash jeans, my dirty 'white' high tops, and a ripped up gray shirt. He left the room and I started to pull on the clothing. Jeff came back in the room with a very oversized black and white striped flannel shirt, from one of the deceased workers.

"Okay the rules are easy don't get in my way and I probably won't kill you." Jeff said taking my arm and leading me upstairs.

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Night. I didn't go out at night. For good reason, if I did and got caught it was 6 lashings. We walked through the woods for what felt like an hour, finally nearing a neighborhood. It was pure silence. Neither one of us made a sound. It was almost creepy, but living in a mason full of killers everything is relative. Jeff's footsteps were silent as he picked out a house. Finally deciding on one. The lights were off the owner, probably asleep. He dug his knife into the window sill and jiggled it a few times. A POP was heard then the window sprung open. He climbed into the quiet house. I looked into the open window. It was probably going to be a bad idea, but I followed Jeff in anyway.

Jeff made his way to the stares and started to ascend. I wanted no part of what he was about to do so I wandered around the first floor till I got to a hallway that was full of family photos. A mother, father, and two sons looked back at me faces smiling in contentment. One son looked 10 the other had to be about 6 or younger.

No, he shouldn't do this. This is wrong. This is so messed up.

I made my way upstairs to find Jeff. Looking in the first room I found the 10-year-old eyes taken completely out, on the wall was written: he looked too much like Liu. Making my way to the next bedroom was the parents slaughtered, entrails hanging out on the floor, smiles cut into their faces. I gagged it was disgusting. Closing the door I entered the last room. The walls where a light blue a little boy was sleeping in bed. Jeff's hunched figure was breathing heavily as he overlooked the child. I stepped slowly closer to the killer. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He whipped around lashing out. I took a step back touching my face I pulled my hand away. Blood. Jeff's eyes where dark black. He stalked closer to me, knife raised. He was at least a head taller than me and at that moment... I was afraid of him, I was afraid to die.

He took a step back his eyes went back to their normal light blue color.

"Your face," He said, as horror started to creep onto his face. He reached out to me. I stepped away from him.

"Let's go home," Jeff said turning away and leaving. I looked in the mirror in the boys' room. A cut ran from my cheek, across the bridge of my nose, through my eyebrow, to my forehead.

What did you do Jeff?