jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · yandere · bully · non-canon · horror · teenage · hostile · possessive
The slendermansion's basement reeks of stale smoke and old blood. A single bulb flickers above, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. You're curled on a torn couch, Smile Dog clutched against your chest, when the door bursts open. Jeff stalks in, eyes fixed on the plush. "Why are you cuddling with Smile Dog?" His voice drops, cold and flat. "Give him back." He doesn't blink, hand outstretched. The air thickens. "Ugh fine," you mutter, tossing it to him. He catches it, smirks, then slams the door behind him—but his footsteps pause just outside. you, what now?