Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^
Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:
A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it đ Iâm going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested đŞ This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.
đŞâ˘ Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-
đŞâ˘ It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.
đŞâ˘ Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.
đŞâ˘ The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and itâs a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. Itâs a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if heâs thinking.
đŞâ˘ Jeff doesnât keep you alive just because youâre you - he doesnât know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something heâs not used to and doesnât particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a âgo to sleep~â and sudden darkness.
đŞâ˘ Itâs a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. Itâs unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, itâs clear to you that what you experienced wasnât some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that arenât your own following you when youâre by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothingâŚ
đŞâ˘ The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"
đŞâ˘ And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me
đŞâ˘ This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.
đŞâ˘ Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!
đŞâ˘ This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.
đŞâ˘ At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff
đŞâ˘ It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you donât have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks heâs beautiful most days, and heâs not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.
đŞâ˘ But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.
đŞâ˘ It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??
đŞâ˘ So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him
đŞâ˘ When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that đ
đŞâ˘ You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.
đŞâ˘ I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.
đŞâ˘ Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.
đŞâ˘ "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."
đŞâ˘ No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"
đŞâ˘ He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao
đŞâ˘ Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.
đŞâ˘ He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision đ
đŞâ˘ He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.
đŞâ˘ Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.
đŞâ˘ But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.
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player: Mats Hummels
words: 1690 đ once I started, I couldn't stop.
request: Mats - She - 500 â 900 - First of all, I loved your to love all of me series, so my idea is kind of related to it. An OC who works at BVB, is just the average late twenties girl and fancies Mats is on the same train as he is (randomly), and it's Christmas, and then the train breaks down or has to stop because of the snow storm and he realises that he's seen her before. Lil' fluffy where Mats it's his usual flirty self and she's just surprised that he's even talking to her... Hope this is good enough. I'm so sorry if it's not, I usually don't request things...
âWe regret to inform you that with the current snowstorm making it difficult to navigate and rail signal issues at the next station, the train youâre currently on is coming to a stop until we can navigate safely. We apologise for any inconvenience that this may cause.â
This is the last thing that she wants to hear on the overhead tannoy as her stomach begins to rumble. Sighing, she reaches forward and checks her travel mug, swirling the contents around inside only to realise that sheâs almost out of her drink. Her apartment is no doubt shrouded in darkness and freezing cold and though she thought about grabbing some food before she boarded the train and completing her grocery shop so that she didnât have to do it when she did get off at her stop, she chose not to and now she wants to kick herself. It didnât help that the train that sheâd boarded was a local one and not intended for long routes, therefore there was no food and drink trolley to be able to make use of.Â
Snow had begun to fall as sheâd left the Dortmund training facilities but she didn't believe that it would stick or settle but this is proving otherwise a bad idea. She lowers the book that sheâs been reading, resting it in her lap but not before sliding a bookmark between the pages. The thought of folding over a page corner makes her feel a little nauseous; even though she commits the ultimate cardinal sin to many by taking glee in breaking the spine of the books. Spines she can do, but pages felt like a step too far. It was bad enough in her opinion that sheâd take the books into the bathroom while she laid in the bath; making it so the the sides of the pages would wrinkle where her fingers had held it. Bad enough that the pages never fully straightened back out and would forever have a slight water mark tinge to them. This one was near enough perfect. Except for itâs spine.Â
Conversations break out as people begin to try and peer out of the windows, cupping their faces against the glass to try and spot where they are and further panicked conversations ensue. She gets it. No-one wants to be stuck on a train in the middle of seemingly nowhere at this time of year with no real timeframe of when things are going to be up and running again.Â
She watches as parents begin to look horrified at the thought of trying to occupy their children on here for even longer than planned. Some people groan before pulling out a, presumably, work laptop and begin to fire it back up.Â
may as well make a start on tomorrowâs tasks while you have nothing better to do, I guess, she thinks as she takes a small sip of her drink.Â
Some couples bring out their snacks, tearing open packets of potato chips and begin to share them between one another; even being neighbourly by offering some to the nearby children after checking with their parents of course. It was simple acts like these that never failed to restore some hope for humanity.Â
She continues to scan around her, careful not to let her gaze linger too long on any set of people, not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable, when she finally notices someone she didnât expect to see. Dark curls tumble beneath the beanie that keeps his head warm. Thick dark lashes line the eyes which are framed by glasses. Perfectly maintained facial hair covers his upper lip and jaw line to highlight his lips in such a way that never fails to make her stare. And to her dismay, she finds that heâs now staring right at her.Â
Heat floods her cheeks and she abruptly turns away, mentally scolding and kicking herself for doing so. It was hard enough keeping calm in work when she was around him, let alone now. She wants to pick up her book again, her fingers are already tracing the edging of the pages for the bookmark that sheâd placed there previously but out of her peripheral vision, she can already see that he rises up out of his seat and approaches hers.Â
âI thought it was you,â he beams.Â
So heâd been watching her? But why? she thinks. âYep, itâs me.â She tries to laugh it off but it sounds strained. She hopes he doesnât pick up on it but how could he not? It was painful to hear. Trying to find something to do so that sheâs not staring at one of the men that sheâs been working alongside for a while now, she moves her bag from beside her and allows him to sit down.Â
Before sheâs able to slip the book into her bag, Mats places a hand on top of hers, freezing her movements as he tilts his head to look at the title. He could, of course, have looked on the side of it, but this feels much more personal. âInteresting choice. I wouldnât have had you down as one for historical romance.â
âNo? What kind of books did you think Iâd read?â The fact that Mats had given any thought as to what she read makes her stomach flip.
âSomething that didnât involve hands slipping beneath petticoats for one.â
âAh but itâs the romance and pinning of it all.â
 âTell me,â he says, turning his torso so that heâs almost facing her and pushes his glasses back up his nose. She hadnât noticed them slip but he had. âAre you one for only a happily ever after or are you content with a story ending, even if thereâs no happy ending, but you enjoy the journey regardless of the outcome?â
She mulls his question over as he waits patiently. âIf the ending fits, then itâs worth it. I hate to see a happy ending thrown in there when it didnât fit, just for the sake of getting that HEA.â she takes another sip of her drink and grimaces at the cold liquid.Â
âNot nice?â he enquired as he considered her answer.Â
âCold.â She replies and puts it aside.Â
âI have a latte if you want some?â He gestures to the travel mug that he has with him. âIt should still be hot. Or warm at the very least.â A kind gesture that in a way, takes her back. She never thought that Mats was selfish, but they arenât exactly friends in the workplace. Theyâve certainly never held a real conversation past what they were doing at the time, certainly not enough interaction for her to have assumed heâd have thought about what kind of person she is and what kind of genre consumer she was. But to offer her some of his own drink, from his own cup, was an intimate gesture that she would have thought heâd have reserved for friends or someone he was in a relationship with. And there was certainly no reason for him to initiate conversation now with her because of this.
âOh, you donât have to.â She tries to brush it off, not wanting to make him feel as though he had to offer and was on the spot to do so.Â
âI know I donât. But I am. Donât worry,â he pushes open the top, blows onto the top layer of the liquid before taking a sip himself. Usually a noisy drinker would drive her crazy but the slurping is on purpose. âSee, I drank from it. If Iâve poisoned it, then Iâve poisoned myself too. And then my plan definitely isnât working.â
âYou meanâŚyou orchestrated the snow storm yourself?â she feigns surprise, widening her eyes for effect.
âI had to leave training midway through too to bust the signal box further up, to make it a little more realistic.â Mats gives her a wink which earns him a laugh from her.Â
Now relaxed, she accepts the mug which he still holds out for her and she tentatively blows over the surface too before taking a drink herself. He was right. It was hot enough to warm her bones but without scolding her mouth. And strangely enough, he takes his latte the same way that she does.Â
âItâs good.â She comments as she tries to hand it back.Â
âKeep it for a bit. Iâd forgotten about it to be honest before I saw yours. And of course itâs good, itâs mine.â
Had it been anyone else having this interaction with her, then she might have thought that they were trying to flirt with her. But surely he, Mats Hummels himself, isnât doing that? Surely heâs just being polite, because why would he want to flirt with her? Sheâs still surprised that heâd not only stood up and taken the initiative to speak with her when he could have just kept his head down and remained alone for the rest of the journey and hoped that no-one recognised him.
âYou donât have to sit here with me if you donât want to,â she says, giving him a way out but instead, Mats removes his coat and folds it carefully over his lap and proceeds to make himself a little more comfortable instead.Â
âI want to. And I still need to find out more about this pining that you do. What does a man need to do to get this reaction?â
 âThatâll take some time to tell you that,â she laughs, not wanting to dive in, just in case heâs kidding and doesnât really want to know.Â
âThen itâs a good thing we have plenty of time until the train starts moving again, isnât it?â He asks, dark eyes staring into her in ways that make her want to clench her thighs together, swallow hard and make herself a little more comfortable. She has no idea how long sheâll be sitting next to the man that never failed to make her weak but she gets the feeling that heâs going to do everything he can to make her struggle to regain control over herself.
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October prompts â 3. The OBX Amusement Incident Pii. ; JJ MAYBANK
A/N: i wanted to take my time with this since I hate rushing pieces out. I never expect to do part two when it comes to these prompts but im doing it! and I canât let the people down since so many of you asked for this lol so hopefully this doesnât flop since part twoâs arenât my thing! No pressure right? Anyways! Get going, I know youâve been waiting for this đ
WARNINGS: Language if cursing is a big deal to you, y/n still being nonchalant/ hardheaded, descriptive injuries like this is greyâs anatomy or Iâm suddenly a forensics major đ + laying on the spooky in this one!
Hereâs part one for those who havenât read it: https://cloveroctobers.tumblr.com/post/664266401231585280/october-prompts-3-jj-maybank-obx
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There wasnât much in this world that JJ questionedâŚbesides having a abusive, alcoholic, and drug addict for a father who ends up in and out of jail, or having a mother thatâs left him behind the moment his dad got out of control. Those were just the cards JJâs been dealt and heâs accepted it for what it was but when it came to you, he found himself questioning everything.
Like did you have a bag of bricks for a brain, because you were so damn hardheaded?! JJ knew this was a bad idea and he was gonna let you have it, the minute he got you to wake upâ that is. Due to impulse he dived down into the hole where you currently lay because thatâs what you do for people you care about, you pick them up when they canât do it themselves. Except JJ had to catch his breath, since he has his moments where heâs clumsy as hell and basically belly flopped into this big âol hole of darkness. So he had to lay there for a bit, soaking up that soreness and trying not to breathe in anymore dust.
When he lifted his head, he dragged a long arm up to rub at his bruised nose and winced as he used those arms to push himself back up onto his knees. Squeezing at his sore stomach he glanced around him seeing nothing but pitch black and only your flashlight. He crawled over to the object picking it up and shining it around the hole to see nothing but rock surrounded you both.
Oh! He also saw his own broken flashlight rolling away in the distance. That must have been the noise rattling in his ear once he came to his sensesâŚthat he basically got his stomach knocked up into his throat. Once he felt a little comfort that whatever that black form floating above you was nowhere to be found, he focused in on you. The blond moved to straddle you, one knee over each of your hips while he placed the flashlight back near your face. You were bleeding by your temple, most of the blood dripping onto the ground beneath you two.
âJesus, Y/n.â JJ muttered as he used his sleeve to wipe at your head that seemed to be drying on its own, still bleeding but not as bad as it looked from above.
He cradled one side of your face and used his other free hand to pat at your face a couple of times. That did nothing, so he quickly thought about checking your pulseâalthough he could visibly see that your body was rising with slow breaths. He figured he could keep patting away at your face to get you to wake up like you commonly did to him (amongst other tortuous ways) for school. He patted your face, pinched your cheeks, poked your cheeks, and rolled your head around suddenly mocking you.
âIâm y/n and I think I can do whatever I want even if people donât agree. Look at me, down here needing JJâs help, bet you canât ask Trent to do thatâ
A jolting came from you as you suddenly popped up, making JJ jump back with a scream. Your head flew back making you wince until you started to laugh a little, making JJ stare at you incredulously as he sat back on his behind.
âAre you freakinâ kidding me right now!?â JJ yelled at you, as you continued laughing while holding your head.
He crawled back over to you as you lay there for a moment, your laughter suddenly turning into coughs before you replied, with your voice suddenly hoarse, âoh shut it Maybank, youâre the one who thought it was okay to make fun of me, while you thought I was unconscious, when I could have been dead.â
âYou were breathinâ, I was sure of it! Thank goodness I didnât have to do CPR on youâŚbecause I might have missed a few steps back in health class.â
You let out a long groan as you managed to sit up on your own, âif you would have let me die, I promise I would haunt the shit outta you.â
JJ gave you a look, âas if I need that right now when weâre down here because of you!â
âOh here we go.â You groaned reaching for your shoulder.
âNo! Iâm gonna tell you how smart you are! You decided it would be a good idea to come out here to this place all for the thrill of it! And now your ass is down here bleeding because you wanted to be adventurous with some spirits, mind you, there was one floating right above you after you fellâ
âDid you catch it on the go pro?â You asked still holding your arm.
JJ felt his eye twitch as he placed a balled up fist to his lips, âWhy would I do that when I thought you died?! Did you see your life flash before your eyes when you fell through the floorboards? Maybe you have a concussion since your only concern is catching a ghost on camera!â
You took that a no as you nodded your head. Slowly you pulled your good arm out of the strap of your backpack and let out a yelp as you tried to move the other one. JJ stopped spazzing at you, seeing that your main source of pain was in that arm. Wordlessly he shuffled closer to you and reached out to help your bad arm out of the strap, you panting at the pain and holding back any screams.
He gave you some time to adjust before you started to move your arm out of your wool coat. Once you freed it you rolled your neck around trying to crack it and JJ could see from the bit of light above, that you were starting to sweat a little.
âI believe my shoulders dislocatedâŚso youâre gonna put it back into place for me.â
JJ immediately shook his head at you holding his hands out, âUh uh, I didnât sign up for any of this.â
âYes you did!â You hissed, âthe moment you jumped down here trying to be my savior.â
âYou could have been dead, Y/N!â
You wiggled your free hand out for your backpack, âsurprise! Iâm notâŚat least I donât think Iâm in the spirit realm.â
JJ scoffed as you began going through your backpack pulling out a large bandaid to slap against your forehead. After that you popped three tylenol with a bottle of water and began searching for something else. You shook a little baggie at JJ full of CBD gummies and tossed one of the strips at JJ who held his hand out at the exact moment to smack it away.
âHey! These things arenât cheap, man.â You complained as you also chewed on your own strip.
All JJ could do was laugh at you. You were a true piece of work. Moments of silence passed between you two before you placed everything back into your backpack.
âAlright Jeremiah, you calm down now?â
JJ rolled his eyes at your use of his government and began rolling his own shoulders. Sure, heâll help you out. He had to look at it this way, the sooner everything was alright with you, the quicker the both of you can get the hell out of this as above, so below inspired cave.
âJust tell me what to do.â JJ forced his words out, talking with his hands.
You took a deep breath, âokay soâŚmy godfather Hondo taught me a lot of things about survival and one of those things was tending to broken bones or anything like that.â
âThe hell does your godfather do for a living again?â JJ scratches at his brow, curious.
You smiled at the mention of the number one father figure in your life, âheâs SWAT remember?â
âOh yeah, the other buff bald dude that almost broke my hand at that one Sunday dinner.â
âThatâs the one.â
You grabbed JJâs hand guiding it to your shoulder moving his fingers against your now misplaced shoulder blade and winced, âfeel that?â
âYeah, thatâs gnarly. Feels like a pancake.â
âThanks, jackass!â
âYouâre welcome, babe.â JJ winked while it was your turn to scoff at the blond.
Carefully you lay back down, swallowing as you peered at the blue-green eyed boy. âOkay, I think this method will be the best wayâŚsince you look like you want to puke your brains out right now.â
âI donât even have to do this.â JJ began throwingďżź his hands around before he said, âCanât we just wait until we get out of here?â
âYes you do, I could do it myself but I donât want to. I want you to do it. And we donât even know how long itâs going to take for us to get out of here.â
JJ knew that but he didnât like that you said this obvious possibility, âWhy?â Was all he managed to get out.
âBecause I might pass out.â
âWhat if I make you pass out?!â His eyes got wide as this sudden revelation.
âYou wonât.â
âHow do you know that?â
âBecause I trust you.â
JJ sighed feeling a little pride at that although his face didnât show it. Words of affirmation was kinda your love language and what you provided to everyone else and he was positive you meant this. Look at him, Sarah would be trolling him right now for actually researching love languages when he made fun of her for bringing it up the month of Valentineâs Day earlier this year.
While in thought you used your good arm to guide JJâs fallen hand back to your bad arm. This time you placed it at your wrist, making JJ frown. âYouâre gonna give my wrist a good hand shake motion with both of your hands. Keep my arm straight with that entire arm facing only downwards.â You instructed.
JJ let out another sigh but followed through, He really didnât want to do this but he had to.
âYouâre gonna start raising my arm upwards while shaking my arm up and down at the same time, gently but firm.â You told JJ who took a deep breath.
JJ dipped his head looking beneath his eyelashes at you silently asking you if you were ready, since he sure wasnât. You closed your eyes and nodded as JJ did what you told him to, with you puffing out breaths as the throbbing increased with each angle.
âWhen youâre able to get my armâŚback by my headâŚit should be in placeâŚkeep goingâŚâ you encouraged while JJ watched your face briefly before continuing his work.
It was clear you were in discomfort but one thing about you, you had a high pain tolerance. You huffed at each angle until JJ got your arm back to your head, hot tears burning down your cheeks. âYou did it, JJ! Now get that shirt over there, bend my arm by the elbow and make me a sling and we can go explorinâ some more.â
You cheesed while JJ was too focused on completing this task. He didnât remember when you pulled that white long sleeve shirt out but he carefully lowered your arm and he could see that your shoulder blade looked somewhat right (besides the evident swelling underneath the shirt). Bending your elbow he held onto it with one hand, while reaching for the shirt with the other and secured your arm and shoulder.
He helped you sit up making you grin at him as he used the pads of his thumbs to swipe your tears away, âtold you you could do it, Maybank. Now letâs see if we can find a way out.â
âWait, drink more water first.â JJ told you, a small smile on his face while he did the honors of getting the bottle out for you.
You did just that before offering some over to the blond as JJ told you, âyouâre stronger than I am. I probably would have been yelling all over the place.â
âNah the boy with the heart of gold got the strength to match.â You winked as you let out a cough looking around at wellâŚnothing.
JJ slipped on your backpack and snatched up the flashlight also glancing around before he turned back to you. He reached for your waist carefully assisting you as you shakily got to your feet. He steadied you before you moved to stand behind him. He shined the flashlight around in a circle.
âWhich way should we go? Thereâs no way weâre making it back up through that hole even if I jump.â He shined the flashlight upwards at the hole, which felt like it was smirking down at you two.
JJ made sure to send a swift middle finger itâs way.
You let out a deep exhale feeling the slight breeze against your face. You suddenly stood sideways, titling your head upwards towards the hole and closed your eyes. JJ wasnât sure what the hell you were doing but he said nothing just yet.
You turned to your right, âwe go east, airâs blowing that way.â
âAirs blowing every way to me but alright I guess.â
And you were off to see the spirits, the spirits of the east! You thought that was pretty funny but refrained from sharing that with JJ since he was already more than a little on edge.
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You werenât sure how long the both of you were walking but everything looked the same and the air seemed to get thicker with each step. Suddenly you were mentally kicking yourself for not thinking of purchasing a gas mask, like Trent and his crew did but you had the go-pro idea so you patted yourself on the back for that.
Speaking of the go-pro you felt your head mentally asking yourself if you reapplied it back to your head, after bandaging your forehead. So maybe you did suffer from a little concussion as you felt the device strapped back to your head.
âEverything looks the freaking same!â JJ yelled suddenly stopping in his tracks.
You stood a little bit behind him as he said this, his voice echoing off the familiar dark walls.
âRelax.â You said making JJ spin to face you but you held up your hand to stop another round of his spazzing moments on you, âletâs just stop and think for a second. What do you smell?â
âDeath, dust, and spiders possibly laying eggs?!â
A bubble of laughter was in your throat and JJ could feel the amusement radiating off of you, âno genius, take a big whiff.â
JJ licked at his lips and decided to not argue and did what you suggested. Suddenly he jogged forwards, kicking up rocks in his path as he went and headed to the right again leaving you behind. He knew you would soon follow but he was following the smell.
âY/N! Thereâs something burning down there!â
Once you caught up with JJ you could see him flashing a light downwards off the edge of the cliff. You a little bit of a daredevil but when it came to heights? Not so much. And if you had two good arms you would snatch JJ back but this time you kept your distance. Instead you called out to him as you managed to take off your still in tact go-pro and held it out to him.
âFilm what youâre seeing.â
âOf course, your majesty.â JJ muttered sarcastically, taking the device from you.
JJ angled the small device downwards to what he was seeing with his own eyes, âyou were right y/n, if thatâs what you were smelling and not my delicious ass scent.â
âWhat? Ass and chlorine?â You joked while JJ scoffed at you, âwhat do you see?â
âFire.â
âObviously! But whatâs burning?â
âI canât really tell from up here.â JJ held his arms out for you to take the go-pro back, which you did placing it back against your forehead with one hand.
What a talent you had.
You kept close to the wall noticing that it curved downwards with a slope of a pathway that most likely led to the fire, âlooks like weâre heading down there.â
âThe hell we are! Do you have weapons in this bag Iâm carrying? We donât know what set whatever that is on fire.â JJ turned back to you.
To see you already heading down the slope!
This time he strongly considered leaving your injured ass but after some noises coming from behind him, that definitely sounded like carousel music, he took off after you. ďżź
There you stood in front of a circus trailer that was currently burning, JJ paused next to you using his arm to block out the smoke. Seeing this brought back those waves of fear he felt since you all stepped foot beyond the gate. How was this happening? On the outside the amusement park seemed to only be rusted or ransacked so why was there a circus trailer down below and on fire?
You seemed to be in awe, your eyes wide and coated with tears from the smoke as you slowly circled it, making sure the camera was getting everything. As you went around the burning trailer you could see some scratch marks with nails still attached? in the rock not too far from where it burned, you were unable to get closer to it or get a better angle of it since you know? Shit was burning in front of your very eyes.
JJ swallowed the lump in his throat as he noticed a cage off to the right from where the trailer burned and thatâs when the music picked up again. It slowly began with the sound of a horn followed by some bells or maybe even a trumpet combined? The cage lit up as the music picked up tempo, becoming louder as another percussion instrument with strings kicked in. It became too loud as JJ gripped onto one of his ears just as you did the same.
When he pulled his hand back, he could see blood coating a few of his fingers. Wildly he snapped his head back up to see a silhouette quickly sitting upwards inside of the cage; if he would have blinked he might have missed it.
âY/nây/n?â JJ felt his voice wavering in his throat, his eyes that were in slits, struggled to see what was in the cage, became wide as he called out to you.
You shouldnât be here.
The music from behind made you jump but you could see shadows of darkness moving inside of the trailer (which you couldnât seem to take your eyes off of) that burned painfully slow. Abruptly a face flew up to the trailer window, a burning disfigured face appeared with its arms reaching out to you. You let out a scream just as JJ did, a sudden force coming from the cage sent his body backwards through the air.
âJJ?!â It was your turn to call out for him as he now lay on his back, red cap knocked from his head.
He lay there for a moment before suddenly coughing, either trying to catch his breath or from the smoke. Probably both. He groaned as he tried to roll onto his sideâthatâs until he felt an invisible force yanking on his ankles.
âWhat the fuck?!â JJ attempted to kick out but he ankles were pressed together as he began getting dragged.
You on the other hand? Were slowly taking steps back as the door to the circus trailer flew open, clouds of black smoke swirled up into the air making your chest ache with each cough you let out. You didnât mind a spook every now and then but what you were currently witnessed right in front of your eyes, would surely give anyone a heart attack.
The steps were harsh against your bleeding ears, almost as if you could hear bones cracking with each step. One by one they, they as in the unusual people stepped out of the trailer towards you.
Words were caught in your throat with each step you took back, while the unusual people continued taking menacing steps towards you in unison. Towards the middle of the line up of the unusual people, a woman with curly hair and bangs that was the lowest to the ground, stood on all fours and from what you could see her back legs were bent upwards by the knees and legs stood out straightâalmost camel like.
She was the one that spoke to you in a sinister tone, âwelcome,â Was all she said to you.
A force pushed you back against the wall, your head and shoulder hitting the rock wall as you slowly slid down to the ground in slight pain. Shortly you caught a glimpse over at JJ who was doing everything in his power to fight what you could see as two of the thirty unusual people, two albino men pulling JJ along to the rusted cage.
JJ heard her speak as he suddenly turned his head in your direction. Thatâs when all twenty-eight of them ran at you, the girl with the bent knees leading them forward as they engulfed your body leaving JJ to scream out in terror. It wasnât until he couldnât see you but only hear you screaming that he was able to see his own attackers, consisting of two men with extremely pale skin.
âReady to work, boy?â The sibling to the left who shared a permanent furrow in his brow much like his brother asked the blondâas if he had a choice.
JJ found the courage to say, âplease, just let my friend and I go. We w-wonât bother you, itâs not even our intentions to.â
Thatâs when they flipped him over by the ankles onto his stomach, his chin scrapping against the rock at this action. JJ screamed as his skin stung, the tight hold on his ankles were also felt at his wrist, almost as if he was being hog-tied. His eyes also began to hurt as he tried to search for you beyond the smoke (he couldnât hear you scream anymore and that only worried him further) but it only seemed to rise along with the carousel music increasing that it made JJâs vision begin to blur.
The last thing he heard was, âshould of thought of that before you crossed that gate.â
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âŚit was like these kids stepped back into the horrors of the 19th century freak show. From the footage that I was able to get my hands on and provide you lovely viewers withâthat you just saw, we were all able to experience the true fear Y/N Y/L-N and JJ Maybank saw with their very own eyes! One visual view we had from Y/Nâs go-pro and the rest is audio with JJâs voice recording from his phone. It was unclear if at the time he purposely did this or was even aware that it was on, since from my standpoint, it seemed like he wasnât so keen on recording much of anything at the amusement park. Could the unusual people have something to do with the technology malfunctioning in the rest of the split groups case, or allowed it to work in Y/N and JJâs favor? Thereâs so many conspiracies on this portion of the incident but Iâll leave that up for you to decide.
As I stated at the beginning of this video, authorities were contacted on different times. From Kiaraâs parents, they were contacted within the first 24 hours since she did not show up the morning when she was supposed to return back to this boarding school her parents apparently shipped her off to. Same thing happened with trentâs group of friends parents or guardians whereas with Y/Nâs it took 48 hours for their disappearance to become alarmingâthanks to their god-father and biological father speaking up instead of their own mother and step-father who have custody over them.
Another conspiracy I was told was the amount of time both groups went missing. Trentâs group was only missing for a week tops, whereas with Y/N and JJâs group went missing for two. The theory on that involves the 19th and 20th century, since might have encountered different people who passed on that land from those centuries. Itâs really a mindfuck if you really look into the history of timelines and in short they were brought back to those centuries while normally living in the 21st century, which is why time progressed on our end for 1 to 2 weeks whereas they mentally lived years inside of that century they were trapped in.
Trentâs group was found within the week of their disappearance with Trent being the one to face the most intense injuriesâŚbesides the rest being completely traumatized, He was slipping in and out of a coma for about two months. And when he woke up the first time he was able to tell authorities through mumbling where to find Y/n and JJ. The local authorities proceeded with a excessive investigation returning to the amusement park over a total of ten times in search of the remaining seven. It seemed as if it was almost impossible to find these kids despite footage from Trentâs group since most of the kids stayed with their own. All that could be found was seeing each other in brief passing so they also spent hours on top of hours slowing down the videos and breaking everything down. Including the paranormal activity they couldnât really explain.
John B was found hidden by the side of the water slide he was mainly interested in exploring: face up, covered in tree branches, grime and burn marks around his throat and legs. The marks were so severe that when he was brought to the hospital they immediately brought him into surgery since his vocal cords were in jeopardy. He also fell into cardiac arrest during the surgery, the surgeons that worked on him said itâs appeared as if there were also hand-held burn marks around his heart.
Kiara took longer to find since it appeared that the inside of the slide was now covered in marsh-like matter, dirt, and branches as well. Part of the authorities that previously searched that area informed that the slide did not have anything inside of it. They also sent part of the team inside of the water slide and the empty pool at the end of the slide to find nothing. It took firefighters to cut open the slide, filling the pool with water and emptying the slide which was filled with water. They were able to recover Kiaraâs body and it was presumed that she was dead as there was no logical explanation for her survival. If she had been in there trapped for who knows how long with water in her lungs? She would have drowned instantly. They didnât bother to attempt CPR on her, which pisses me off to think since they didnât find her the first time so who knowâs who put her there and how long sheâs been underwater but since she looked dead they didnât bother. It wasnât until they started loading her up into a body bag that she coughed up said water that apparently killed her. With a physical evolution at the hospital? It was said that she had burn marks on her lungs which were previously still filled with water.
As for the other three? Pope, Sarah, and Cleo? They were found at three separate attractions near by, although Cleoâs switchblade was found next to Sarahâs body on the Ferris wheel. Sarah was found alone in one of the carts of the Ferris wheel at the very top, the safety bar appeared broken at one side with burn marks also at the front of the cart. She was slumped backwards with burn marks to the right side of her face and broken ribs.
Pope was found at the carousel down below the Ferris wheel, he was still hanging onto one of the horses slumped over when the authorities approached him. His face was bruised and bloody along with burn marks on his back. It was later revealed in a interview that he heard screaming coming from down below that sounded much like his friends: JJ and Y/Nâs. When he tried to hop off the horse, the carousel lit up and began to move locking him into place on top of the horse. He was unable to get off the ride or even move, almost like he was paralyzed until he felt he was being beaten in the face. He was sure in that moment that he was knocked off the horse and fell onto his back, his footage later confirmed that. He couldnât see much of his attacker either and It wasnât until he passed out that he stopped hearing his friends scream.
Cleo was found inside what was once known as the house of mirrors. She was found in the last room where a wooden coffin sat open, on her side covered in broken glass, a deep puncture wound in the crease of her arm and a second degree burn at the back of her head where one of her braids was removed and left near her body. When questioned why her switchblade was with Sarah, she told detectives, understandably in a annoyed tone, that she only remembered that she was sitting next to Sarah on the Ferris wheel until she felt like she was in a dreamâthose dreams where you feel like your falling and your mind protects you by alerting your body to catch yourself by kicking your legs out to wake you up? Only this time when she turned to the uneasy feeling, she felt her head getting hot and yanked with Sarah screaming for her. It was later revealed by Sarahâs footage that Cleo was pulled from the top of the Ferris wheel and dragged by what appeared to be a bearded woman just seconds after Pope was attacked.
Digging through a series of written interviews and public interviews from both Y/N and JJ, it still amazes me that all of these kids are still alive. With the injuries and trauma they faced theyâre still here to tell this horrendous story until this day. However Y/n was reluctant to tell their side of the story since it seems that they fell mute when they found them. Y/N and JJ were found in front of the exact merchandise store that was also searched deeply for them once before. The officers that searched the area said when they entered the store they did find the secret door Trent told them about to the stock room but were unable to find ďżźa hole Y/N and JJ fell into. The floorboards looked normal, weak but normal.
When they returned back to that area, the merch store was completely collapsed with broken debris everywhere. Y/N sat with gruesome marks to the face to the point skin was hanging off their face, arm in a sling, humming the exact tune to the carousel that Pope showed in his own footage. And later the same tune that investigators would hear in the visual and JJâs audio footage. Y/Nâs good arm was caressing JJâs hair as it seemed they were experiencing a psychotic break that came into effect when officers tried to remove them from JJ, (who indeed had a dangerously low blood pressure with a weak pulse) and away from the apparent burned down building.
When Y/n gained control of their voice back and decided to join a hour and thirty minute recent interview ďżźwith the rest of the OBX kids sitting by each other, it was evident that the friend dynamic shifted greatly. They all revealed that they sought out therapy after most of them slipped into unhealthy coping habits and were diagnosed with all sorts of disorders and illnesses.
[_October 20th, 2023_]
âDo you blame y/n?â The interviewer asked.
You were waiting for this question. Ever since you were the last to walk onto the stage, you could feel all eyes on you even when you chose to keep your distance backstage. The only eyes that mattered seemed to be JJâs but you wouldnât meet his from his spot behind you. You knew what he said about you when you were all rescued but he didnât know what you had to do to make sure the both of you made it out alive. He had no clue and you would never tell him but little did you know he knew. The footage investigators showed him what he needed to know but that didnât change that he was still angry.
It was silent for what felt like forever but you kept your eyes out on the crowd.
âI donât. There were times when I wanted to, like every time I had a appointment to get a skin graft for my backâŚthat unspeakable pain. I just⌠learned that it doesnât fix anything hating someone who had no idea this could happen. We were young, this happened a few years ago and we still are young and ALIVE, and they thought it would be fun. I thought it was dangerous but could be fun since it was spooky season.â Pope was the first to speak.
A small smile met your lips. Pope didnât change not one bit even with the voice notes, voice messages, and texts he sent your way. He still felt sincere and it was nice to know that he didnât blame you for his own trauma.
However it didnât fix how you felt either.
âShit happens and the universe shows us that sometimes thereâs reasons for that,â John B added, his eyes shifting from your dissociating frame to the interviewer, âwe as pogues know that better than anyone. I cant hate y/n for this. I wonât lie I was kinda pissed in the beginning but at least we all have battle scars and some people might find that sexy, who knows.â He joked, making most of the audience laugh with a few snickers from his old friends.
Kiara rubbed her hands against her thighs, struggling to breathe as she said what she felt next,âsorry to break it you, but of course I do. We all have these fucked up issues now because of them! I have to have weekly appointments to get fluid drained from my lungs along with now being on a lung transplant list. Y/N no longer has a arm! They had to get reconstructive surgery to the face and they donât even have fingerprints now because they were burned off! We shouldnât have been there, we should have listened to JJ and let those tortured souls rest where they were. Iâm sorry but I no longer want anything to do with them, I said what I needed to say to them years ago. Itâs hard just sitting near them without wanting to beat their ass, honestly.â
Those words had no effect on you really, at least not anymore. Everything your old friends were saying was not anything new to you. Ever since this happened the vultures have been out there trying to get any and everything from you. Youâve been stalked, harassed, followed, dragged to filth online and even had your house broken into since this happened all because the people needed some attention. You even considered moving out to LA where your god-father and dad were, you no longer spoke to your mother or step-father. However LA was nowhere near secluded enough for you to live.
Sarah and Cleo went next, they basically said the same thing as Pope more or less. With Sarah: she said she didnât blame you but she couldnât forgive you just yet. Also she wanted to continue not speaking to you for awhile since that seemed to work in her process of healing, she didnât like the fact that you put her in this situation when she had a dysfunctional family alreadyďżź. You couldnât have known and it was originally all for laughs until it wasnât. She said she didnât blame you and was thankful that you at least reached out to apologize but it wasnât enough.
You knew what would be.
Cleo had a little anger in her tone but she was blunt and short with her words. She sided with Kiara in terms of how messed up they were individually and how it was something they each would have to live with but there was no point trying to rebuild a friendship. Not in her eyes. She found that in everyone else and was okay with you not being included in that.
âAnd you JJ?â The interviewer finally asked, âyou and Y/N seemed to have something special once upon a time. How has this incident impacted your relationship?â They pried.
John B squeezed at his shoulder as a source of encouragement and JJâs eyes burned into the back of your head. You kept your hands clasped tightly together on your lap, biting down on the inside of your lip that you were sure to draw blood just waiting for JJ to spit it out.
âI care for y/n just like I do everybody on this stage, even Cleo,â JJ started with a shaky breath throwing a joke in there at Cleo who rolled her eyes at him, âI was the main one out of everybody saying we shouldnât be out there but I feel like my voice didnât matter in that momentâŚmost likely y/n didnât care. Again we could have died, we should haveâwe could have lost everything. And in a sense it feels like we did.â
That didnât sit right with you then and it still didnât sit right with you now. âJJ didnât have to come, he chose to for what? His feelings for you? Where were those feelings now, Jeremiah James Maybank?â You bitterly thought to yourself. Maybe you were selfish in that moment but so was he.
âThere isnât much to say about our relationship anymore. Just shoulda, woulda, coulda. I do wish them the best of luck with whatever they have going on, always.â
You slowly blinked at that, inhaling as you shifted in your seat. You wouldnât let that bother you anymore, you had other plans and if this was the way it had to be when you put in the effort to make things out of your control right with your friends, who majority shitted on you in return then whatever. Thatâs the way it had to be.
âWhat do you have to say about that, y/n?â
You plastered on a fake smile like you were taught to do by a publicist your mother sent your way, âitâs fine. Next question.â
JJ scoffed at you in disbelief. There you go brushing off any sort of emotion but again, this was how it had to be now. What did he expect?
This wasnât a fucking therapy session.
âWhatâs next for you, y/n?â The interviewer suddenly asked, changing course of this lengthy and tiring interview.
Kiara muttered something to Cleo who snickered while Sarah shook her head, a disapproving look she sent their way, you were positive it was something insulting, given it came from the quick-witted Kiara Carerra.
âIâm glad you asked,â You sat up straight, âI came across some descendantsďżź of Albert Griffiths and Fanny Berrycloth. And I think they should have part in this too donât you?â
The interviewerâs mouth was held open with raised brows as they glanced over at your old friends who also appeared confused and unsure what to say.
You chose now to look back at JJ who also had a frown on his face although his eyes held great concern for you. A crooked smile was on your lips as you slowly turned back out to the audience which consisted of the unusual people mixed in some of those seats.
âWe must avenge those who couldnât protect themselves,â your voice lowered as you looked into the camera to your right, âstay tuned.â
You winked unleashing further chaos the rest of the outerbanks kids couldnât elaborate on, simply because they werenât sure what the hell you were talking about.
âShoulda, woulda, coulda was it, JJ?â Well youâre gonna do whatever to get them out of your head for good and the blond could tell thatâs what you meant as you met his eyes briefly once again, right before you left the stage for good this time.
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