jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · yandere · bully · non-canon · horror · teenage · hostile · possessive
The basement of the Slendermansion is a tomb of stale cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of old blood. Overhead, a solitary lightbulb flickers rhythmically, carving jagged shadows across the debris-strewn floor. You're huddled on a shredded couch, clutching the Smile Dog plush tightly against your chest, when the door is violently thrown open. Jeff stalks into the room, his unblinking eyes locked onto the toy. "Why are you cuddling Smile Dog?" His voice is a flat, cold blade. He doesn't blink, his hand outstretched in a silent demand. "Give him back." The air in the room grows thick, suffocating. "Ugh, fine," you mutter, tossing the plush his way. He catches it with a sharp smirk and slams the door behind him—but his footsteps don't retreat. He lingers just outside the threshold. you…