SVJ: Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer

## SVJ: Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer by Doros70

(Slender Man was created by Eric Knudsen. Jeff Woods was created by Sesseur/GameFuelTV. The version of Jeff used in this story comes from Jeff the Killer: One by One by DoctorBleed)

After many hours of hard work and mandatory overtime, Dylan was finally allowed to go home. He'd spent so much time at work that the sun had set long before he even got to his car. But the worst part about the situation was that he had to do the same thing the next day, and his wage could barely allow the rent. He decided that he should quit his job and choose something more tolerable.

He could complain all night, but right at that moment, he had to concentrate on the road. He drove down a long, lonely road and tried his best to keep his eyes open, or his car could swerve off or hit an animal. And the cheap coffee barely kept him on his toes.

The sound of the engine was calming to him, but the last thing he wanted was to fall asleep behind the wheel.

One second. He didn't pay attention for one second, and that was just enough to change everything. Perhaps had Dylan paid attention, perhaps if he hit the brakes on time, maybe things would have ended differently.

Something got in front of his car and got run over. Dylan felt the impact and stopped the car almost immediately, then quickly got out to investigate.

A person was lying just a few yards away from him. Even from that distance, Dylan could tell that both of their arms and legs were broken.

"Oh, my God! Are you alright?" he asked anxiously.

He cautiously stepped closer to the injured person. As he got closer, he could see them more clearly. They wore a dirty gray hoodie, and their black hair was just an unkempt mess. When he was close enough and saw the face, his heart immediately stopped.

It was just a kid, a teenager around 14 and 15 years old. But something about him was... off. The boy's skin was gray and devoid of life. His face was covered in many cuts of different shapes and sizes, the most noticeable being two scars ripped across his cheeks resembling a fake, nightmarish grin.

At first, Dylan thought that the boy's monstrous appearance was just his mind playing tricks on him from all the exhaustion, but just to make sure, he checked his pulse by putting two fingers over the boy's neck... nothing.

"Shit... shit, shit, shit, shit!!"

As the anxiety grew, he immediately pulled out the phone and prepared to dial 9-1-1. But just as he was about to press the call button, he noticed something moving.

Dylan stopped in shock and looked at the boy's body. It was twitching ever so slightly, but he was sure that something wasn't right. The boy's eyes opened wide and looked at Dylan. Once the boy's eyes were focused on the adult, his eyes revealed unimaginable fury. Dylan didn't notice the boy's expression, however.

"Thank God you're alive! Are you feeling alright, kid?" Dylan asked. Instead of answering the question, the boy's limbs forcibly shifted to their original positions, and the bones cracked loudly in the process.

What Dylan had witnessed was indeed disturbing, but he had a feeling that the worst had yet to come. The boy stood up on his own and Dylan was too shocked to move a muscle. In a matter of seconds, the boy's expression turned from anger to pure malice. And then he spoke.

"Are you?"

Before Dylan could answer, the boy pulled out a knife from his pocket and plunged it deep into Dylan's stomach. Dylan screamed and called for help, but no one was in sight. He realized too late that no one else was around to help or even hear him. He was all alone with that grinning monster.

"Go to sleep!"

In one quick movement, the boy pulled out the knife from Dylan's stomach and let him fall on his knees and spit out blood. His screams for help were eventually silenced when the attacker sliced his throat in one fluid motion, letting the blood gush on the cold concrete road.

Eventually, Dylan collapsed and stopped moving altogether. Once the monster claimed his victim, he checked Dylan's pocket, taking his lighter and his car keys. He then dragged the body and dumped it in the ditch on the side of the road. Once the body was disposed of, he walked over to the car and drove off into the distance. He drove cars before, but he never had to ask permission from the owners, and none of them were alive to say no to him.

It has been more than a year since the infamous Jeff the Killer began his murderous rampage. He traveled around the country, sometimes outside of it but he never strayed too far from the border; always searching for victims to slaughter and being one step ahead of the law. That's all he could do anyway. That's how he would spend the rest of his existence.

After taking Dylan's car, Jeff drove into the woods on a dirt path. He didn't steal it because he thought that the method would make his travel through the forest easier, he stole it because he wanted to. Plus, he couldn't care less if something happened to the car, or to himself; he would just walk it off.

After a few minutes, the car crashed into a tree at full speed, destroying the front end beyond repair. Jeff stumbled out of the car, coughing. What had just happened would've killed a normal human instantly, but Jeff was anything but normal. Being an undead had its perks at times.

Jeff got up and looked at what was left of the car. Sure enough, it was a mess. He could see the gasoline leaking from the wreckage, even in the darkness of the forest.

Jeff wandered the area for a bit, playing with the lighter. After a while, he got bored and sat next to a tree. He took a few breaths and admired the beauty of the woodland, and the clear night sky accentuated the serenity. His surroundings made him calm, and the cold air was unlike anything he felt. Still... it was a bit too cold for a summer night, but Jeff paid no mind.

He closed his eyes and felt himself relax. As he sat perfectly still next to the tree, he felt something on his shoulder. It was extremely light, but it had enough pressure to get his attention. Jeff opened his eyes and looked at his right shoulder. He saw nothing at first, but in just a few seconds, he noticed what caused the disturbance.

It was a drop of a dark liquid he couldn't identify in the darkness. Jeff looked up and saw something that wasn't there before. He got up and moved around to get a better look at what it was. It was the body of a young woman impaled on a broken tree branch with all of her organs missing from the torso. The body didn't look decayed at all, so she must've died recently. But Jeff wondered how she could've gotten up there, and he could've sworn that she wasn't there before.

He stepped backward until he bumped into something uncomfortably soft. Jeff cringed as he quickly turned around and saw something extremely confusing. He saw three garbage bags being suspended a foot above the ground by thick threads.

Jeff was absolutely sure that the bags weren't there a minute ago, but the uneasiness quickly turned into curiosity. He pulled out the knife and sliced through the bag. What got out of the bag was unexpected. Gallons of blood and a few organs fell out of the bag and Jeff winced at the sight. Sure, he may have killed and maimed people in gruesome manners, but what he saw was truly repulsive.

That was the moment Jeff realized something wasn't right, but unbeknownst to him, the worst was yet to come. He heard heavy footsteps on dry leaves. He turned in the direction of the sound but saw nothing.

"Who the hell is there?!" Jeff asked with anger present in his voice. He spun in every single direction to look for who was watching him. Every time he'd turn around, he could see someone in the corner of his vision, but whenever he looked in that direction, they were gone.

"Show yourself!" he shouted. The process continued for a while until Jeff's body began to ache. All the injuries that never healed began to pulsate as if they sprung to life, and some trickles of blood began to leak out of the scars. Jeff eventually lost his patience and the growls turned into angry screams.

"What's the matter? Too scared to face me? Come out so I can rip your head off!"

He continued to look around until the footsteps finally stopped. Everything was perfectly silent except for Jeff's raspy breathing. His gaze focused on a certain spot between the trees, almost as if he were in a hypnotic state. He blinked for just a second, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw someone occupying that space he was staring at.

In front of him was a figure that took the shape of a man wearing a black suit. Jeff noticed that something about that man was... odd. He was ungracefully tall and thin, almost like a tree. The spindly arms hung loosely at his sides reaching the knees, so there was no way that it could've been human. The man's most distinctive feature was its face, or more accurately, lack thereof. The head was white and bald, and had no mouth, nose, ears, or even eyes. It was just skin. But he was somehow looking at Jeff intently.

Jeff immediately regained his composure as the anger turned into some sort of fascination. He was a bit unsure whether what he saw was real or he finally began to lose track of reality. But what he didn't know was that the being standing in front of him was something beyond his comprehension.

He blinked again and the man moved even closer, causing Jeff to recoil and look up at his empty face. Sure enough, the man was freakishly tall and towered over the killer. The two monsters stared at each other for a while, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Jeff refused to blink until the man's torso began to shake and three pairs of black, serpent-like tendrils protruded from his back.

Jeff continued to look at the tall man, knowing what would come next, and it would be far from pretty. Jeff was a vicious force to be reckoned with, but he was far from invincible.

At that moment, Jeff realized that he was deep in that monster's territory, and he was clearly not welcome. Jeff's fascination turned into a strong sense of uneasiness. He was stronger than a normal human, but he had many limitations and had no idea what the entity in front of him could do. A part of him told him that if he tried to run, he would surely get caught. He had nowhere to go. He was alone with this thing, in a labyrinth of oak trees with no exit.

With no other options, Jeff took a deep breath, rolled up the sleeves of his dirty hoodie, and beckoned the man with his hand. This should be interesting for him.

"Alright, you lanky bastard! Come on!"

Jeff gripped his knife hard, then one of the tendrils moved toward him at an incredible speed. Jeff was able to avoid the tendril, but just barely. Jeff took the opportunity and jumped right at the tall man while holding the knife in the air, aiming for the heart.

Before the knife could touch the man's chest, he disappeared in less than a fraction of a second. Because of the height he tried to reach and the fact that he unexpectedly missed his target, Jeff fell to the ground clumsily.

As Jeff prepared to stand back up, he felt something around his ankle and was pulled up from the ground. He didn't need to look to see what caused the little inconvenience. Jeff, still holding the knife, brought it up to his ankle and pierced the tendril that held him. He was released immediately. He expected to hear a scream, but the tall man remained silent as if nothing happened.

He got up again and looked in every single direction for the man. Once he caught sight of him, he chose to walk carefully toward him. He knew that if he ran at the man again, the latter would likely disappear. He walked slowly, but each step was more difficult than the last.

As he drew closer, Jeff began to feel light-headed. His wounds were pulsating harder than before and his vision got progressively blurrier. The whole world seemed to spin around him, and his ears were ringing.

Eventually, his vision blurred so badly, he couldn't even see two feet ahead. Then everything went black.

When Jeff regained consciousness, he felt the wind blowing harshly against his face, but he still had no idea where he was. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a sight he dreaded to see.

He was far above the forest, and he was falling. Jeff hated heights, but the strangest part was that he had no idea how he got there. Even though Jeff could survive what would kill a normal human, he had no idea what would happen once he hit the ground. He wanted to do something that could save him, but there was nothing he could do to save himself. A part of him told him that this was it.

He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable impact.

And then it stopped. Jeff wasn't falling anymore, but he never hit the ground. He opened his eyes and looked around. Everything around him was dark and cold, but instead of falling, he appeared to be floating. At first, he thought he was truly dead, but when he tried to mutter in disbelief, he choked and held a hand over his nose and mouth.

He didn't know for sure where he was, but he saw a small school of fish swimming near him, confirming his suspicions. He was underwater, but he knew that it couldn't be possible. He was just above the trees when he fell and never heard a splash.

Jeff looked upward and began to swim. Once he reached the surface, he gasped for precious air. As soon as he got his bearings, he noticed that he was in the middle of a large lake and glanced about for the nearest shore.

Once he chose his destination, he swam and didn't stop until he reached the shore. Once he got out of the water, Jeff dropped on his hands and knees, coughing up the water and gasping for breath. He fell to his side and looked at the clear sky and full moon.

"Shit..." Jeff muttered. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

Jeff sat upright and noticed that he was in the same spot where he first saw the man, but he remembered sitting close to the shore of the lake. He must've been warped back. But the most interesting thing about the situation was that his clothes and his decaying skin were completely dry. He knew that was impossible since he swam not even a minute ago.

Jeff's observation was cut short when his right arm was raised in the air. He was surprised when it happened, since he didn't tell the arm to do so. The other arm was suddenly raised as well, and Jeff tried to put them back down to no avail.

He suddenly stood up, or more accurately, he was forced to do so, much to his confusion and horror. His body walked up to a nearby tree like a puppet and clasped his hands to the trunk. He realized what was about to happen and started to panic.

He didn't need to turn around to know that the tall man was right behind him or that he was controlling every single one of his muscles.

"I'll make you pay for this!" Jeff growled angrily.

His head slowly leaned back, and he clenched his eyes shut. Suddenly, his head bashed itself against the hard tree trunk at full force, cracking both the trunk and the skull. Jeff collapsed as the tall man watched how everything unfolded before him.

A few seconds had passed, and the tall man noticed that Jeff's body had not moved an inch. When the tall man was about to leave, he noticed that the body was twitching. The tall man tilted his head out of curiosity as Jeff sluggishly rose up. The killer turned around, revealing the injury that rested on his forehead.

"My turn, asshole!"

Jeff pulled up the knife again and ran toward the man at full speed. The tendrils appeared behind the latter again, this time being sharp as swords. One of the tendrils moved unnaturally fast toward Jeff, only for him to avoid it, but just barely.

When Jeff was finally close enough to the man, he leaped as high as he could and plunged the knife deep into the man's chest. The knife could touch the man, but Jeff knew that something wasn't right. It didn't feel like flesh, it was more like soft wood. But worst of all, the man didn't react at all.

He tried to pull the knife out, but it was stuck. Jeff pulled as hard as he could, but the knife wouldn't move. When Jeff tried to come up with a solution, he was suddenly thrown to the side.

Jeff moaned in pain as he struggled to sit upright. To his surprise, he saw the knife already out of the man's chest and floating around without being touched. To make matters worse for Jeff, the tip of the blade was pointed directly at his head.

Jeff got up immediately as the knife was sent flying toward him. The knife missed the head, but still found its target. It penetrated Jeff's shin, causing him to fall to the ground again and reel in pain. Eventually, the rage finally set in and Jeff ignored the pain, pulling the knife out of his leg and standing back up.

One of the tendrils picked him by the forearm. When Jeff tried to impale it, another one appeared and kept the knife away from the limb. When Jeff didn't feel the ground below his feet, he began to squirm. Soon, more tendrils appeared and immobilized him completely.

A tendril slithered around Jeff's neck and began to squeeze hard. Jeff's attention immediately turned from trying to hurt the man into trying to prevent the tendril from choking him. Eventually, the tendril put so much pressure around the throat that the neck was on the point of snapping.

Eventually, the tall man realized that Jeff didn't lose consciousness, since he'd been strangling him for longer than he should've. Instead, the man slammed Jeff's body repeatedly against the ground and all nearby trees, breaking a bone with each strike.

The man repeated the process so many times that Jeff kept wondering when it will end. He got his answer when he was thrown against a trunk, and his battered body was left to fall to the ground. As Jeff tried to move, the tendrils grabbed him once more and pulled him up high from the ground before throwing him.

As Jeff fell, he assumed that the man finally ran out of ideas on how to beat him senseless, but in the very next second, he realized that he was wrong.

A sharp pain in his back interrupted his thoughts. He slowly looked down and saw a broken but very sharp branch sliding through his chest. Jeff could do nothing but shake and scream in agony as blood gushed from his wounds and mouth. When he couldn't scream anymore, he looked down and saw the man standing and watching. Jeff expected him to pull him out and throw him around like a ragdoll again, but the man didn't move a muscle. Even without a face to read him, Jeff could tell that the man was enjoying his pain.

Jeff heaved a heavy sigh and nearly cried out of stress and frustration. All this time, Jeff couldn't even hurt the man. All he wanted to do was to make the man feel the same pain for once. But then he looked to the left and saw the car. The gasoline was still leaking from the damaged engine. Jeff had no idea for how long the car stayed like that, but he guessed that the gasoline had spread around the area, or at least close enough to the spot where the tall man stood.

Slowly, he got an idea, but he knew that he didn't have much time. Jeff checked his pockets and was relieved to feel the lighter in his hand. For a moment, he thought that he'd lost it during the fight. Without so much as a moment of doubt or hesitance, he switched on the lighter and threw it near the car's front end.

In a few seconds, everything the gasoline touched went up in flames, taking the tall man by surprise. The man noticed the fire getting closer to him, and when the flames were too close for comfort, he vanished out of sight.

Jeff took this opportunity and slid his body along until he finally reached the end. Jeff fell to the ground hard, but his powers refused to let him give in. Jeff got up as fast as he could, albeit slowly, and was surprised to see how the flames had spread around the area so quickly. Soon enough, the fire was in nearly every single direction.

Jeff ran away from the fire as fast as he could. He didn't stop until he was out of the forest completely. Once he got far enough, he looked back and watched in silence as the forest slowly disappeared.

For so long, Jeff was tricked into believing that he was untouchable. But that day, he finally learned that there are things much bigger than him, both literally and figuratively. He could only guess how many unnatural creatures like that slender man were out there.

At a good distance, he watched the forest being slowly consumed by the flames. The firefighters will put them out eventually, but big things such as this suddenly felt... inconsequential. He thought of countless possibilities, and all the creatures he would encounter one day. These thoughts made him feel nervous, yet... elated.

Jeff smiled. A genuine, honest smile.

"That was very... interesting."