Re-Encounter

Featuring Ticci-Toby as a Slenderman proxi

Warning: Will contain smut. Yaoi.

Pairing: SlendermanXJeff

VERY plot driven

Red.

Everything.

Everything needed to be red.

It was such a beautiful color. It screamed of beauty without so much as an uttering of a single noise. It would be better if everything was beautiful like that. There is no meaning, no reason behind the mad desire to eradicate and destroy. There is no reason for the petty concept of 'live and let live' either. Whichever one you choose, it doesn't matter.

So why not pick the more 'fun' option?

He didn't need to put effort in to smile, not anymore. Not since he personally took the knife to his own mouth and separated his cheeks into rough, jagged halves.

This way, Jeff was always smiling.

And soon, his latest victim…would also be smiling. Well, there wasn't much left of the other five, so this one would have to do. The cowering, terrified young man was babbling incoherently in the corner, shaking and trembling, eyes wide with the deepest fear he had ever known.

Jeff slowly raised the knife that seemed to be quite attached to the rest of his arm, courtesy of all the red that covered it all the way up to the shoulder. Suddenly, Jeff snapped back, the knife in his hand flipping from it's raising butchering position. As his arm swung back with the pure instinct of madness, he felt the blade dig into cloth, then soft, warm flesh. Without even looking back, Jeff's leg flew out behind him, and he sent whoever it was flying back.

Toby's back collided against the bloodied wall, his own reddened fingers creating more streaks as he caught himself. A rusty old axe, gripped tightly in his right hand.

Slowly, Jeff turned to his attacker, his permanent smile unable to drop into a look of disbelief as his lidless eyes lit up at the sight of the other killer.

"Hah-…haha…hahahahahaha!" Jeff laughed, amused. "Well…I have to say, it's a bit of a pleasant surprise to see you…Ticci-Toby…was it?"

Toby didn't reply. He wasn't in a state to think anymore. Inside, deep within his should yes, he was still alive. But his mind was too far for his human spirit to reach. The words rang empty in his ear.

"It doesn't matter." Jeff snorted. "After this-"

Toby's axe came flying at Jeff, who ducked, just enough to have it shave off just the tip of a few of his long, blackened hairs. The axe collided with Jeff's about-to-be-victim, and the young man's cries were silenced by gurgles.

"-everyone'll know I'm the better KILLER!" Jeff finished as he launched himself from his crouch at Toby. "HyyaaaaHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

Toby's reflexes like mechanical, like a puppet being pulled by string (LOL reference anyone?). He moved and dodged and ducked, sometimes just distancing himself a mere inch from Jeff's glinting blade. Like he was sure. Like he could see the attack coming before it came.

Jeff's eyebrow, should he still possess one, would've quirked at noticing just how differently Toby's reflexes were. He could tell that he wasn't as slow and as sluggish as when Jeff first reacted to the other's presence. The fact that Toby had been able to sneak up on him was curious as well.

…nobody, sneaks up on Jeff The Killer.

There was only one time that it had happened.

Jeff recalled all too well, the tall, thin, and faceless figure on that fateful night of the forest fire. Jeff had left the scene badly burnt and bleeding-but all that didn't matter. Not to someone like him. Not to someone, so warped and broken by the madness of his own dark mind, that the rules of physical limitation just didn't seem to apply to him.

Or they did, and he just seemed to shrug them off, like another one of life's boring routine's that he despised. He wasn't like that. He was better. He was different.

…But so was that…that white, featureless…monster?

Infuriated. That was what Jeff felt next. He was absolutely, infuriated. He should've killed that thing that night. But the stupid fire had to interfere!

"Rrraaargh!" Jeff growled out as he finally landed a hit on Toby.

Toby staggered back as the madness in Jeff's eyes, seemed to stir something in the back of his mind. As he regained his balance, Toby's body seemed to relax. Jeff recognized that…stupid composure, the…immense indifference.

He knew that look well, it was the same look the…Slender-…yes, that was his name. The same look that The Slenderman had first given him. A great indifference.

They say oftentimes, "speak of the devil, and he shall appear". Just as the thought entered Jeff's rambling mind, the tall, black suit seemed to emerge from the darkness behind Toby.

"Tch." Jeff spat.

So the thing was making proxies of itself now? How pathetic.

"Haha…hehe…what's'a matter?" Jeff said, his voice rough with a growl. "Can't fight me on your own, so you send your pet ou-"

Before Jeff could finish, he felt a searing pain in his head. His vision blurred with steaks of grey and black, almost like the static of a television. A terrible, high-pitched ringing became louder and louder in his ears. After just a couple of seconds, his own pained cry was what overturned the ringing, his amusement turned to rage and he leapt forward with his blade, slicing clean through a black tendril that was so familiar it was almost family.

A resonating crack was the result of Jeff's knife colliding with Toby's wide, orange goggles. After that, it cut clean though air as Jeff's own feet caught the weight of his body.

Jeff chuckled darkly as he rose to his feet.

"Oh, I see…" He snickered. "That's how it's going to be."

Faceless. Faceless, until enraged.

Eyeless. Blind, until seen.

Silent. Quiet, until excited by the sound of screams.

Slenderman's eyeless gaze lingered just towards the outcropping of trees where the camp once stood. Where Jeff was currently enjoying the last moments of his latest kill. He knew the boy well enough. He was human after all.

But what made him quite different, was the madness. A madness that was already there, etched into his very soul. A madness, that could rival the kind that Slenderman himself, instilled into those he deemed….worthy.

As far as he knew, the boy hardly felt any pain. But anger, rage, and despair were things he could feel very strongly from him. Dark feelings that urged him to grasp, to reach for those that harbored such strong hatred for the world. It was more habitual than instinctive.

These people, these humans were…worthy.

But they were also very reluctant. However all that took was a little 'persuasion'. From then on…they were his. Companions. Accomplices. Whatever they were called. They were his.

Jeff however, would prove to be a more…troublesome catch.

No matter.

No matter.

He could bide his time.

Hey everyone, I'm back~! I know, I know it's been a long hiatus. I know, I've got a lot of unifinished stories. A lot of people may be very mad at me right now. For those of you who are familiar with Jeff The Killer VS Slenderman (Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy) MV, I was busy working on that, and if you watched my video after that, I've been busy working on my next video, and then my own personal manga.

/w/ I'm sorry...