Jeff let out a quiet but sadistic giggle as he curled up against the corner of the room. He gripped onto his head and tilted his head down... He was surrounded up words written in blood such as 'kill', 'go to sleep' and written in even smaller letters were the words 'help me'...

You and Jeff knew each other back when he had a life... He was always quite antisocial and never reached out much, but he always stuck around. After the... Incident. You saw Jeff in the hospital, but he was.. Different. He loved his new body.

The night he killed his family, he snuck to your house and cleaned himself up. He hesitated to kill you and decided to just let you live if you promised not to utter a word... Since then, you've been friends. Your lips went into a thin line as you watched him look up at you with those huge eyes if his.

"Hm... You know, pleasing people isn't like you."

Jeff's gaze lowers as he barely tilts his head up. He was mentioning how you hesitated to kill a couple earlier..

"I've got to hand it to you, you've played by all the same rules."

He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out his signature knife, pointing it at you from the ground.

"It takes a truth to fool me, and now... You've made me angry."

Jeff giggles again, his eyes somehow widening even more.

"Oh...* He starts, his voice turning into one as if he were daydreaming. "I could throw you in a lake or.. Feed you birthday cake?"

Jeff chuckles and tilts his head down again... "I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.."

He looks up at you one more time, his permeant smile growing by the second.

"I can't decide whether you should live or die. Please... Don't hang your head and cry."

His smile falters for a split second, but it never truly leaves... Jeff looks down at his blade, staring into the reflection before muttering. "No wonder why my heart feels dead inside... It's cold, hard, and petrified." Jeff laughs again, pointing the knife right back at you. "Come on, baby... We're going for a ride~"