Popular-Psycho

(Slenderman X Jeff the killer! Don't like, don't read.) Jeff skipped through the woods giggling and absorbed in his thoughts concerning his latest victim's harsh words. He took back everything he slept; he recalled the begging and screaming. He loved that part, that's when they were the nicest to him. He only wanted to help after all. Slenderman perked his head up when he noticed a disturbance in his woods and immediately went to see who his next victim would be. Jeff stopped skipping, he was exhausted. Slenderman peeked out from behind a tree, carefully studying his next victim in a way that to a normal person would look like he was check

The day dragged on endlessly, Rei lay in his bed gazing out his window at the raging storm outside. This was the worst storm in a long time and there was nothing to do to help get his mind on something else, there was really nothing to do. the power was out across the town, meaning all the pools would be closed, and it was raining too hard to go out and do anything, not that there was anything worth doing today. Until a knock came at the front door. "Rei-Chan!" a voice called out. Glancing back Rei quickly sat up and ran downstairs to see who in the world would be knocking at his door in this downpour. and to his surprise... "N-Nagisa!?"

______'s point of view: I huddle closer to the wall at his words, realization sinking in. He leaned closer into me, one hand shooting out like a bullet to grab me. He pulled me closer, cooing something softly. My whimpers became slightly louder, echoing near silently from wall to wall of my bedroom. He moved his hand up along my arm to cover my mouth, his hand pressing down hard enough to draw blood. As I glanced up at his face, the stark whiteness -papery whiteness really-, my mind changing it to the lightly tanned, lean face of an old friend. The resemblance brought prickles of tears to my eyes, they said Jeffery -he hated anyone but me s

_______'s point of view: "What?!" I screech, eyes widening. She tries to reassuringly pat my arm, but I jerk away. "Darling, this is for your own good. We don't want the killer trailing you." She says softly. I growl, flopping backwards. She pulls me up, wrapping me in her arms again "______, please don't be angry. We just want to protect you." "Fine" I huff, pushing her away. "______?" My father enters the room, covering the phone with one hand. "Yeah?" I ask, looking up. "The police would like to talk to you..." He hands me the phone hesitantly. I take the phone from him and put it to my ear. The police ask me a few questions, stuff like

________'s Point Of View: An uneasy feeling brews in my gut as I briskly walked home from school. "H-hello?" I nervously call out, stuffing my mittened hands into my pockets. A small rustling sound echoes through the darkened street as I begin to sprint home. What if it's the killer? Reports say his killings have been nearing Willowbrook Road (A/N: That's where you live in this fanfic).... I finger the dagger in my pocket, ready to pull it out if needed. I slow my pace down slightly, rounding the corner. Glancing behind myself quickly, I scan the street. No movement. I let out a soft sigh, unlocking the door. Pushing it open I call out, &ld