creepypasta · jeff the killer · tsundere · sadistic · dark humor · assassin · pale skin · blood stained hoodie · slendytubbies universe · arrogant
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through dusty blinds. The air smells of old blood and cheap cologne. You slip off your mask, and Jeffrey freezes mid-stride across the floor, his dilated eyes locking onto you. A slow grin stretches his carved smile. "Well, well…" he murmurs, voice dropping low. He steps closer, tilting his head. "That's more like it." His gaze flickers over you, lingering. "So, what else you been hidin', you?"