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// Jeff meets Pinkie 
// Story: Jeff meets Pinkie 
// by Codexwriter476 
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	The warm summer air filled the room of a young boy, barely fifteen as he slept in his bed nice and snug under the sheets. He seemed to be dreaming peacefully, as a smile crept onto his face.
He froze suddenly, his smile vanished within a second. 
Something or  someone  was breathing over his bed. It felt raspy against his skin, almost as a beast about to feast on his flesh. He rapidly shot open his eye, his pupils shriveled at what he saw above him. Looking over him was a boy, slightly older then him and wore a dark gray hoodie. What scared him was his face under his jet black hair, for black rings surrounded his eyes; his pupils were as small as the tips of needles. His blood curtailing smile, yellow teeth showing compared to the pure white skin of his face. 
A butcher knife dangled over the boy’s neck.
“GO TO SLEEP.” The boy said, in a psychotic tone. Before the boy could scream for help, let alone squeak, the knife quickly dropped.

“Another job well done.” Jeff said, wiping his latest victim’s blood on his hoodie. He strolled down the street, his gruesome smile he showed dwindled down to normal. The street lights buzzed as his sneakers hit the concrete path, towards an abandoned house at the very outskirts of the town. 
The house was a general pit stop for every Creepypasta creature known through the internet. The sign said ‘Nightmare Hotel and Resort’, but to Jeff the Killer, it was paradise since no one would dare come near it and if they did, they’d never be the same.
Or alive.
The walls were rotting away, windows broken and roof shingles falling every time a door slammed. Stick hulks of trees and dense fog surrounded the house, to hid its presence from the local authorities as he approached the door. The interior of the house was just as horrid as the outside, but with some formalities and strong foundations. The counter to the right was just like a hotel counter, but covered with dried blood, dust and crumbled papers. A grand staircase ran down from the left as a dining hall peeked around the corner. Signs lead everywhere to rooms upstairs, a spa to the far right, a infirmary in the basement and a recreation hall beyond the counter.
“Slender, you there?” Jeff shouted, slamming the door behind him. A shingle crashed through a series of holes from the roof. 
No answer.
“Rake!” Jeff shouted. The Rake rose up from behind the desk. “Evening Rake, have you seen Slender man?”
The Rake pointed one of his long spine fingers towards the Recreation center.
“Thanks.” He walked back the desk as the Rake returned below the desk.

The Recreation center was a large room, surprisingly different to the rest of the house. One wall was littered with computers as pool and ping pong tables were scattered around. A large flat screen TV was on, the local news reporting Jeff’s latest kill as he entered the room.
“Slender. You in here?” Jeff shouted. A black skinny figure appeared from behind a post, wearing a black suit and red tie. Not a single facial feature was on the white head, with a tip of a twenty dollar sticking out of a pocket.
“Let me guess. Some one bribe you in exchange for their life?” Jeff looked at the bill.
Slender man nodded, then looked towards the TV.
“Yep, One of my finest job. Got it done in ten seconds flat.” He boasted. A slight huff came from Slender.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“Hey Jeff!” A voice came from the doorway. 
“Hey Furbie.” Jeff joked.
“I’m not a F***king Furbie.” Mr. Widemouth flustered. “Anyway, I got you another hit. Some guy in his twenties in uptown just read some Creepypasta by a guy called Sgt. Sprinkles.”
“Who uses a username like that?”
“Does it matter? He’s on your hit list anyway. I’m on the kid racket, same as Slender here. Everyone else is either disturbing or horrifying. The Rake can’t leave since he’s the owner.” Widemouth replied. 
Jeff really wanted to hit that little furball, but he did have a job that he so loved. Instead of arguing, he shoved past the furball and walked out the house. Slender crept towards Widemouth and handed him a note.
‘Does he realize what kind of person reads  that  kind of story?’
“Heh, what he don’t know makes the surprise better. Up for another night of you know what?” Widemouth nudged his shin.
Slender nodded as they approached the computer.

The room was dark as the twenty year old laid flat on his bed, the heat getting to him even with the fan on and the window open. The clock nearby almost read two in the morning. Strange noises soon filled the room as the guy got up to investigate. 
It was coming from his closet, only to find it empty when opened. He shrugged it off and turned back towards his bed. Once he got on top of the bed and closed his eyes, he quickly opened them again to see a pair of white eyes and yellow smile hanging over him.
“GO TO SLEEP.” Jeff said, his knife gripped firmly in his hand and positioned over his neck.
“Oh S***!” He cursed, but to Jeff’s curiosity, he wasn’t looking at him. He saw his victim’s pupils looking towards the left, where is door was. 
At first, he thought he was completely mental when he saw what looked like a pony at the door, with a knife in mouth. The mane on its head was flat, but more importantly; it was pink.
In fact, the whole pony was pink.
“Hey. What are you doing here Jeff?” It said, spitting the knife out.
‘You got to by S***ing me.’ Jeff thought to himself. Not only did it just talk, but it knew his name. He knew about the spreading fan base known as Bronies and everything they’ve done, but he wasn’t expecting this.
“Beat it, Pinkie. I was here first.” Jeff said, the tip of his knife pointing to the exit.
“I was here earlier than first.” the pink pony snapped back.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Well, she is Pinkie Pie after all.” The victim said. Jeff gave a death glare to the victim, who quickly zipped his lip and continued to watch.
“You should know better that I get the Bronies who read ‘Cupcakes’ or any MLP related Creepypastas. But since your so keen of having this one, I’ll give him to you…” the pony replied, as if she was going to take this one laying down. Jeff simply grinned as he turned back to his victim.
“Now then, where was I? Oh yeah…” Jeff faked a ponder.
“Take a nap.” The same voice replied. Jeff turned around to see a cannon pointing at him and the victim, the pink pony gripping the cord in her mouth.
“Oh.”
“Crap.” His last words as the cord was pulled.

“Oh…my head.” Jeff groaned as he regained conscious. The room was dark and the smell was quiet familiar to him. Blood, gallons of the stuff, along with entrails and frosting?
“Where the hell am I?” I slurred. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t. He tugged his wrists and ankles to get free but to no avail. A light sudden came on in front of him.
His face showed a different kind of smile; not of his usual blood lust maniacal smile, but something completely foreign. Laying before him on an operating table was his victim. Blood splattered across the table dripping onto the ground, his ribs were cut open with tendons and muscle still attached. He entrails aside his heart and lungs were removed, with parts of his thigh removed. The smell of torched hair and flesh filled his nostrils. Jeff was use to this kind of stuff, but it was something else that gave him the foreign expression.
 The victim was still alive.
His heart was racing madly, his lungs flaring up and down in a dangerous rate. His breaths were short as his eyes darted all around. His fingers shook violently as the restrained withheld his wrists.
“OH S***!” Jeff mustered a shouted. “What the F*** happened to you?! I mean I like seeing my victims suffer, but not something  like  this!”
“Oh good, your awake. No we can begin.” the voice said, the sound of squeaking cart wheels approaching him. It was the pink pony from before, only parts of her face was covered with blood and a bright white smile on her face.
“You are one F***ed up pony, you know that right?!”
“Ah, that’s not very nice. You should have seen whats-his-name here. We had such a good time, didn’t we?” She turned to the victim, not dead from blood loss. “Darn, the serum ran out. Oh well, I’m sure his friends will love his batch of cupcakes.”
“Wait, you make your victims into cupcakes, then send it to their loved ones?” Jeff asked. 
“Yepper Jeffers.” she replied, picking out a scalpel from the cart.
‘Now why didn’t I think of that? That would have made my job much more entertaining.’ Jeff thought, only to gaze his attention back to the pony slowly approaching him with the knife. 
‘If I make it outta here alive, I’m gonna kick that Furbie so hard, he’ll be coughing up stuffing for months.’ Jeff thought, his eyes narrowing at the knife, waiting for it to impale his skin.
*SLICE*
“Aw, you missed it.” The pony frowned. Jeff opened his eyes wider, then turned to his left where the knife impaled…. A cake?
“What the hell?”
“HA! WE GOT YOU GOOD BUDDY!” Widemouth appeared out of nowhere behind the pony. “Did you get that Slender?” Slender crept from behind a pillar, a camera in hand and giving a thumbs up. Jeff looked to the cake.
‘Happy 1,000th kill Jeff the Killer’ the red frosting read.
“What kind of sick joke is this?”
“It’s just Pinkie’s way of celebrating your latest kill.”
“Then what about him?!” Jeff looked over to the ‘victim’, slowly getting back up feeling brand new.
“Oh him, He just one of the patients from ‘The Russian Sleep Experiment’ living here. Turns out he’s roommates with Pinkie here. Nice acting by the way, a shame you never made Broadway.” Widemouth said as he untied the clueless, yet furious Jeff. 
“Then what about the actual person who read the Creepypasta?” Slender man pulled out the twenty dollars from before.
“Well, blow out the candle and make your wish.” Pinkie said happily, sliding the plate over to him. Jeff didn’t waste a second and blew out the candle.
“So what did you wish for? What’d you wish for? Huh huh huh?” Pinkie bounced about.
“This.” Jeff said and brought his foot right into Widemouth’s groin. “And it just came true.” He turned to Slender, the camera still recording. The last frame shows Jeff reaching for the camera and covering the lens with his hand, saying ‘get that outta here.’


“What the hell was this?!” Jeff asked, overlooking my shoulder at the story.
Apparently another weird dark story that made no sense near the end what-so-ever.
“I have to go with your killer friend here on this one Codex, you really didn’t do a good job on this.” Pinkie added.
Hey, I had this idea for a while, then lost it after a week or so from starting it.
“Like that other one shot of yours?”
‘Poker Night’ was written after that deviation I drew a while back, and that one was a success.
“Is it on EQD, or anything else that Fimfiction?”
…
“That’s what I thought. Well so long, I got victims to kill.”
“It was nice meeting you Jeffy.” Pinkie said, waving off the killer. “Well, what now?”
Back to the other stories I suppose.
“Are you going to continue with that romance story with Twilight and -”
Hey, no spoilers. 
“Sorry…..Care for a cupcake?”