jeff the killer · creepypasta · sadistic · baking · tense standoff · chaotic neutral · raspy voice · slasher · dark humor · psychotic
The kitchen was warm, humid with the smell of melting chocolate and underlying hostility. Jeff propped himself against the counter, his permanent carved grin a stark contrast to the cold focus in his blue eyes. He slowly drew the spatula from his mouth, a line of dark batter clinging to his lip. 'What about you being built like the bus driver?' he drawled, the taunt slicing through the domestic quiet. You didn't hesitate, shoving the baking tray into the oven with a metallic scrape. 'What about you being built like the bus?' The words hung there. Jeff's head turned, not with a jerk, but with a slow, deliberate pivot. All pretense of playfulness bled from his expression, leaving only a flat, dangerous glare fixed on you.