A/N: Oh hey, somebody's actually reading this! Well, here it is for my faithful readers, the creepypasta fanfic I promise you guys. Unfortunately, I can't guarantee how frequent updates, what with going to a new college and a part-time job. But don't worry, this is something I've actually been looking forward to doing, and I intend to see this story through to the end. So just be patient with me, okay guys? Thanks, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned any of the creepypastas or characters, there wouldn't be much reason for me to write a fanfiction now, would there?
"Here, Sparky! Catch!" The little girl tossed a red rubber ball, laughing as she watched her cocker spaniel run after it.
"Angela, time for bed!" Her mom called from inside their house. "You and Sparky come inside now!"
"Alright, Mom!" The girl, Angela, answered. She turned back to Sparky and let out a whistle. "Come on, Sparky. Let's go, boy!" But Sparky froze like a statue. Something was wrong, he could sense it. There was someone evil nearby. A low growl rose in his throat, higher and higher until he let out a series of barks.
"Sparky, what is it?" Angela asked. The dog just kept on barking and ran into the forest behind their house.
"Sparky!" Ignoring her mom's shouts, Angela took off after him, hardly paying attention to where she was going as she ran through the trees. Unfortunately, Sparky was faster, and by the time she turned into a clearing, there was no sign of him anywhere.
"Sparky?" Angela called. "Sparky!" She looked up at the sky. The moon was right above her head. The poor little girl started shivering as she thought about all the wild creatures that could be hiding in the dark.
"Well, hello there." Angela let out a gasp and whipped around to see a man in front of her. Even in the dim light, she could see that he wore a brown coat and ripped jeans. His dark hair was greased back, and he had bloodshot brown eyes. Angela felt her heart catch in her throat as she looked at him.
"What's a little thing like you doing out here in the woods so late?"
"I…I was looking for my dog." Angela said nervously, fiddling with one of her blonde pigtails. "He ran off you see, and…" As she talked, the man's eyes scanned her up and down. Despite her very young age, his eyes flashed with unmistakable lust.
"You know, you're a pretty little girl." Angela's heart stopped. Even though she was too young to understand exactly what the man wanted to do with her, she knew that she had to get away, now. The man reached for her, and Angela let out a shriek before her foot shot out, kicking him in the shin.
"Aurgh!" The predator jumped up and down on his uninjured leg, muttering curses under his breath. Angela turned and started to run.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT! GET BACK HERE!" Angela's fear fueled her speed, but unfortunately her attacker, having longer legs, was able to catch up with her. He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up, forcing her to look at him as he spat
"I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH ME!" Angela's blue eyes widened with fear. She was sure that this was it. Suddenly, something flew through the air, embedding itself in the man's hand. He let out a scream of pain and dropped Angela, looking at the object in his hand, which turned out to be a knife. Both he and Angela whipped their heads around at the sound of crunching leaves. Another person walked out of the forest, wearing black pants and a white hoodie with the hood up, so his face wasn't visible. And running up behind him was…
"Sparky!"
"Found your dog for you." The newcomer told Angela. "Now you might want to take him and get yourself home. I don't want you to see what I'm about to do with this creep." Angela ran off with Sparky, and the young guy turned to the would-be pedophile.
"Going after little girls?" The younger guy said with a dark chuckle. "What's the matter, too ugly to find any women your own age?"
"GO TO HELL!" The man spat venomously.
"You first." Quick as a flash, the hooded guy ran over to the man and grabbed the hilt of his knife, ripping it out of the guy's hand. The man screamed with pain and balled his bloody hand into a fist, letting out a wild cry as he tried to punch the boy. He was fast, however and ducked out of the way in time. He then moved to slash the man again, but this time, the man did hit him. The boy staggered backwards, and the predator grabbed him by the front of his hoodie, moving to punch him again-until the boy's hood fell off, and the man saw his face for the first time. His eyes widened in shock.
"YOU!"
Squish. The man let out a choked breath as the knife pierced his stomach. As his vision started to go black, he looked from the blood starting to pour from his stomach to the young man's ghastly face.
"It's a bit late for you to be out, especially in the woods. I think it's time for you to…go to sleep." Grabbing the hilt of his knife, he slid it down, slicing the man's stomach open, and he fell. The creep was dead before he hit the ground. Jeffrey Woods let out a relieved sigh. The deed was done. Now to get back home. He spun around-and his heart stopped.
Angela hadn't gone back home after all. She had seen the whole thing, and her eyes were wide with horror and her mouth wide open as she saw Jeff clearly. His wild black hair, ghostly-white skin, lidless, staring eyes, and the scars carved into either side of his mouth, giving him a horrible, permanent grimace. For a moment, there was silence, except for Sparky's barking.
Damn it! Jeff mentally cursed. Why didn't she just go home when I told her to?!
"Um…"
For the first time that entire evening since the whole scary ordeal started, Angela screamed. Gripping Sparky tightly, she turned tail and ran back to her house, shouting for her mama and papa. Not that Jeff could blame her. He looked like a freaking nightmare. And it didn't help his case that he was still holding his knife and had fresh blood on both it and his hoodie.
The young killer sighed miserably. It was hard being a guardian for kids looking the way he did. Before he could stop himself, he reached up with his left hand and felt the leathery texture of his face, the cut in his mouth. He grimaced, putting his knife away.
"Well," He said out loud to no one in particular, "No sense in hanging around here." And with that, he walked off in the opposite direction, heading further into the woods.
If Jane hears about this, she'll never let me live it down.
A/N: I know there are probably naysayers out there just willing to send me hate mail for turning Slender Man, Jeff, and the others good. To which I say two things: a) screw you, this is MY story, and b) don't worry, they're still killers. Just for different reasons. BTW, I'll just come out and admit it right now-the story is partly inspired by Lovely girl 10's The Killer Duo and MadameMacabre's webcomic/series The Seer. If you've never heard of either of those two, I'd advise giving them a look. Anyway, what do you guys think of my story so far? I'll update again as soon as I can! Until then, review, please!