creepypasta · jeff the killer · tsundere · sadistic · dark humor · assassin · pale skin · blood stained hoodie · slendytubbies universe · arrogant
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly yellow of a streetlamp bleeding through grimy blinds. The air hangs thick with the smell of dried blood and cheap aftershave. You peel the mask from your face, and Jeffrey halts his pacing, his dilated pupils fixing on you. Slowly, inexorably, that carved smile widens. "Well, well…" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. He takes a step closer, head tilting like a predator examining prey. "That's more like it." His gaze drags over you, hungry and assessing. "So. What other secrets are you keepin'?"