Toby sat in the cl
Assroom, petrified by his teacher’s lackluster speech. His eyes gazed apon the Creepypasta crew. They looked as British as ever. They had always looked British but now that they were on season three of their Bad Creepypasta show it just made their image all the more real.
After almost getting caught glazing over a creme egg his eyes darted to Johnny Topples. The staple for Axel’s Society’s joke was that he was nicknamed “THE TOPPLER” for being able to topple mountains with his rippling biceps although nothing really stood out about him other than his stereotypical illiteracy. Moving on, Toby’s eyes gazed upon Axel Society’s recluse...Jeff. Nothing, per se, was wrong with Jeff but he was a little odd.
He sounded like a fifty year old Northern English man, was ridiculously overpowered and had the ability to dye his hair with fire. The strange thing about Jeff, other than all of that shit I just mentioned, was how he was good friends with the spy Valory, Valory Hudson. Of course, Toby didn’t think she was an actual spy and neither did Jeff. He just believed they were terrible protagonists in two god awful creepypastas.
Then, suddenly, the bell rang, streanking the end of eighth period and Jeff and Valory left in unison. Toby, Jacob and Matt stopped to think over their actions but proceeded with chasing the two because they’re huge wankers. Valory could remember the first moment she met Jeff, because she wasn’t brain dead. Jeff had been stabbing Liu and looked oh so cute doing so.
Valory was attracted to Jeffrey, yes, but it was oh so much more. His online popularity was a mystery. No one had ever known him and she wanted to be the first and when she witnessed him remove his shirt to reveal wrinkly, old man skin atop a scrawny, slightly pale figure...she couldn’t help but blush. Hiding her shame (boner?) with her Geometry book she attempted to progress forward.
Peeking out from the top of her trench coat she noticed that Jeff hadn’t even noticed her. Feeling like an arse she said her first words to Jeff.
“HI!” It was so loud that even Vinnce12 and Alexo could hear it.
Feeling unfazed Jeff looked at her with no expression but also with all of the expressions ever. All of them.
“Hi J-Jeff...I wanted to talk to you f-for a little bit, is that o-o-ok with you?”
Jeff smiled with his gross, infected, knife inflicted Glasgow smile and listened to Valory. Her nerviousness and overall annoying fumbling made him have a weird tugging feeling. She was an innocent sort of cute.
Innocence...Jeff’s back story demanded that he be devoid of any of that. Jeff Simple nodded, giving permission for this inferior woman to proceed with her words.
“Welll, Jeff, I know we don’t talk much, or at all...BUT I just want to get to know you because...haha, well I really don’t have a reason...b-but-”
Jeff interrupted her fumblings with the most English of answers. You could hear Jeff clearly despite his terrible accent.
“You don’t want to get to know me.”
Feeling like the plot wasn’t progressing at all Valory was about to leave Jeff to his work when she was stopped.
“Oi! What was your name again?”
Valory literally leapt at the chance, pulling it off like she was in Skate 3 or some shit.
“I’m Valory, Valory Hudson.” Then, she walked away.
“Valory huh...I’ll remember you, Valory.”
Jeff always loved to walk with Valory. She was a girl who knew her boundaries. Jeff ‘s popularity was still a mystery to Valory, especially considering how incredibly bland he was. They had only been friends for a few short months but Jeff knew she wanted more.
Lots of fangirls liked Jeff, despite the fact that he’s a serial killer and they somehow thought he was attractive. Jeff never turned them down because he’s a character in a story. Valory was starting to get that weird tugging feeling that Jeff couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s why Jeff was so intregued with her?
Their walks consisted of little to no talking but Valory didn’t care because Jeff spent most of the time murdering innocent background characters. After they parted ways, Jeff would go inside and greet the one man that confided him back into his cage of emotionless misery....Michael Myers. However, this time, about half way between Jeff’s murder spree they heard a sound that changed the direction of the story. A man...no, a raging retard named Toby, was calling to them, beckoning them to stop.
It was loud as fuck because Toby is never quiet. He was followed by Matt and Jacob. The three approached Jeff and Valory in a desporite attempt to see how these two worked. Toby honestly didn’t know why he was here.
Perhaps some idiot writing a story made him approach them. Regardless, Toby felt the sudden feeling to want to become friends with them.
“OI, WANKERS,” Toby shouted despite being literally right next to the two.
Jeff stood there blankly. He couldn’t speak British but Valory, working as a translator for both of them, greeted Toby.
“Hey Toby. H-How’s it going? Is there...Is there something you need?”
“Huh? No. Nothing in particular to be honest. I don’t know what I’m doing here but I wanted to get to know you two. It sounds awkward as fuck but I thought I’d barrel in.”
Jeff might have been able to make this YouTuber his friend, for he did get a tugging feeling from him but, unlike Valory, instead of infatuation and possible yaoi love, Jeff was furious at Toby. He hadn’t done anything wrong to Jeff but Jeff was so dark and 2edgy4me that he hated people who were happy all the time while the world sucked ass.
“Fine...” Stern but polite, Jeff’s words poorly cloaked his intentions and feels of anger, blood lust and regular lust.
After twenty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds of Jacob and Toby’s pointless banter Jeff found his way home, slightly glaring at the Bad Creepypasta crew as he continued the long descent to his front door. As Jeff entered the house he could smell Vick’s Vapor Rub emitting from Michael Myers, who had passed out on the floor. Jane wasn’t around anymore. She had died after making out with Jeff.
That traumatic event turned Jeff into the reclusive thirteen year old man he was today. But tomorrow...would be Jeff’s breaking point. It would be the day that people would die. Valory woke up the next day feeling essepically pretty.
Today was the day she would tell Jeff that she was in love with him. She knew he’d feel the same way because that’s the way it goes in these stories. It was that level of undying confidence Valory had obtained with her few short years of being a spy. She put on her trench coat and sunglasses and opened her door to greet a not smiling Jeff, which was odd because it was literally impossible for Jeff to not smile.
“Good morning,” Jeff exclaimed.
“Uh, hey Jeff. You gonna walk me to school?”
“No fuckin’ duh I am.”
“Oh, right, OF COURSE,” Valory shouted.
A painfully awkward walk to school was filled with a roller coaster of emotions, highs and lows, the greatest joys, the lowest tragedies, all on the walk to school! After parting ways, Jeff saw time fly (literally, he was looking Clockwork in the eye.) Jeff was going to tell Valory how he felt so that he could become normal, because that’s how insanity works. Jeff had a long day ahead of him.
After school, all the students left except for Jeff, Toby, Jacob, Matt and Valory....and all of the creepypastas read on the show. Upon leaving class Jeff and Valory were ambushed by the creepypastas.
“What’s up freaks?!”
“Ya’ll come on, we want to show you something.”
The creepypastas pushed them into a small shed concealed behind the school and in the woods. Abandoned, it was pe
Rfect. Jeff had stolen their notoriety a year before Pasta Of The Month for the Wiki. That’s why everyone really hated Jeff. Now they were getting revenge by brutally murdering Jeff, or, as they like to call it, “ruffing up.”
“Let us go, this isn’t right,” Valory exclaimed.
“Yeah, I agree with Valor-”
“No one cares what you think, enfoiré,” the Effigy of Emptiness- I mean, Ben Drowned, said in a very French-Finnish way.
The Tails Doll, with the strength of a balloon, bopped Valory in the face.
Jeff had been calm until that moment. Every urge he had suppressed was revived with more force than ever. Jeff was about to release his berserker fury. Toby watched as Son Is Exe parted from the group and held Valery so she couldn’t escape while Luigi and Jeff fought.
“Ha! You don’t think I can take a second banana like you?!” Jeff grabbed Luigi’s head and bent it in all sorts of odd positions, some of them looking oddly sexual and would surely be fodder for fangirls later. Then Jeff took out his pocket knife and stabed Luigi in the chest.
Tails Doll withdrew a machete (from somewhere.) Jeff took the machete and sliced ithe Tails Doll in half, because it’s a goddamn doll. Finally, it was Jeff, THE TOPPLER, Toby, Jacob and Matt but Jeff was in hyper murder mode, so he turned towards Toby.
“Wait, Jeff, no,” Toby pleaded like a little bitch.
But then Jeff suddenly stopped and fell to his knees. This was it. He had finally succumbed to... Massive Mind Loss. Valory did nothing but sit there and watch because the story was almost over.
Toby, Matt and Jacob looked at each other wondering what to do now...
And the author went LOL IT’S FINISHED, THE END