Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. I had some trouble with my internet... But hey! Bonus chapter! Always fun, right? Okay, so a quick note before you read: if you still believe in the Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost, etc. I highly suggest you skip this. Sorry, but I don't feel like ruining any childhoods today, please and thank you.

A girl pushed down on the "period" key extra hard, her own grin stretching from ear to ear on her slightly chubby face. That's it. She was done with her first, completed fan fiction. She squealed and did a little happy dance at her desk. She'd never, ever, finished one before. Oh, sure, she had over thirty saved under "Stories" on her laptop, but all of them weren't even to the middle of their plots yet… That was kind of pathetic, wasn't it?

The girl yawned and ran a hand through her short, brown hair, adjusting her glasses on her nose so she could get a better look at her new masterpiece… Well, maybe not a masterpiece because it was probably pretty bad, but it was a masterpiece in her eyes, at least.

She checked the clock on my laptop: 11:28. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't a great time for a school night, especially since she'd stayed up until two yesterday typing on it.

She started to get up from her desk when she flinches at a sudden memory; she was supposed to finish carving that printmaking stamp tonight… She'd even borrowed her art teacher's sharp, printmaking tool because she didn't have one at her house.

Oh well. She might as well do it now while she was still up. She turned off the light and shuffled into her room in the darkness. The familiar feeling of chills crawling down her spine made her shiver. The girl really needed to lay off the Creepypastas. She'd gone to bed every night this week with the feeling that someone was watching her… Dumb, freaking Laughing Jack photos…

Her feet walk over the dirty clothes that litter her room's floor and she knows she's made it. She goes for the light switch and flips it on, but something roughly grabs her arms and a sharp pain is holding itself at her throat. "Don't move," a hoarse voice whispers into her ear.

She immediately tenses up, and her stomach drops almost to her toes. Her mouth opens and a little squeak comes out. Wh-what was going on?!

The girl's eyes dart wildly around her room until they land on her mirror, and she almost starts crying. A thick arm was holding her printmaking tool's blade at the bottom of her jaw/top of her neck, but that wasn't the part that scared her. She was just able to make out half of her captor's face, and she had to close her eyes. She couldn't stare anymore, his face forever branded in her brain.

He was tall; taller than her –given, she was a short girl-, but that wasn't really what caught her attention. His pale face had scars criss-crossing themselves everywhere and his eyes were wide and red rimmed, looking irritated and about ready to pop out of their sockets. The worst part, however, was his mouth, which had a long, red, jagged scar stretching from corner of it, just like… just like…

Her eyes widen even more. "Jeff the Killer…" she mutters. B-but… he didn't actually exist, right? Just a story… a story made up to scare people...

The man pushed the blade harder into her throat and she whimpered, tears brimming her eyes. She'd actually thought she had a crush on this guy for the longest time… Why… What was wrong with her?

A thought crosses the girl's mind and a tear escapes her restraint and slides down her reddening cheek. "M-my family…"

The corner of his mouth pulls up a little more. "Don't worry about them," he whispered, bringing his face close to her's. "They're just sleeping."

A sob echoes out of her mouth. She's fan-girled enough to know what that really meant.

"I read a little bit of your story while I was standing over your shoulder," he muttered, tightening his hold on me. "There's one little problem though… It's not realistic. One of your main characters isn't real…"

He pushes the tool hard into the bottom of her jaw, tearing skin and flesh until piercing the roof of her mouth. The pain explodes like an enormous bee sting under her face, and her stomach flips at the realization that the warm feeling running down her chest was her own blood… And that this was probably… probably her last… her l-last…

"…You should know better than to believe in Jack Frost," he laughed, and thrusts the blade through the rest of her skull.

Okay! So what'd you guys think? I'd love to hear your opinion in the reviews. Seriously. I know people are reading this, or at least looking at it, but where are you? Come on. Silence hurts. Really.

Also, other than a few one-shots or short stories here and there, you probably won't be hearing from me for a while, but who knows? Summer's coming up. Great time to kill some time.

Until next time, folks!

***Okay, so I'm updating this because of an issue I'd like to discuss... I don't if any of you have heard about the girls from Wisconsin, but as for the jist of the story, two girls brought there friend into the woods at night and stabbed her 19 times as a sacrifice to Slenderman to become proxies... You can look it up of you want details, but yeah, no. I promise I didn't make this up, but for some reason, this really rattled me. There's no denying that I'm a major fan girl to Pokemon, Disney, and of course, Creepypasta, but these girls are 12, if convicted serving 60 years in prison... Too young, you guys, too young... Just... no matter how much you may like something, please don't go and make sacrifices to it. I know, everyone loves Pinkie Pie, but it's not worth your life... Keep your feet grounded, you guys. Love ya***