Jeff was bored.

Simple as that. Jeff, the killer was bored.

The raven, hair teen was laying upside-down on the couch, watching the news of his latest 'masterpiece'. A teenager girl of the age 16 years old was annoying him so much that he littuly took an arrow to the knee and dismember her head.

When I said "taking an arrow to the knee", I meant her knee.

"Uuuuuuhhhhggggg....." He ground, playing with his cutler knife lazily in his left hand. "When will things get interesting here?!" He asked/shouted at the T.V as he thew at the anchor man. Even though his vision was upside-down, his aim was perfect. But the T.V was now broken, stuttering thought the broken glass, and leaving sparks to jump out everywhere.

"Great.....Juuuuuuusstttttt great. There goes my entertainment for the night. Or maybe, FOREVER!!!!!" He snarled though his cutted smile as he picked himself up and went to retrieve his favorite knife. It took him a minuet for Jeff to reach in and pull it out while trying not to hurt his hand too much. Having his knife back, he then decided (unwillingly) to go out for a walk for the night.

"Maybe I'll be able to find some more B3^es to kill." If his twisted smile couldn't get any wider, it just did at the thought of his victims being slaughtered in horrible ways that would make a man puke. As he pulled up his white hoodie over his head and walked out of the dead girls house, his blood-shot eyes shown signs of wicked glee as a victims scream.

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"Are you F#@&9ING KIDDING ME?!?!" He yelled into the night when he founded no body to murder. Right now he was on the road, standing and feeling angry. "Grrrrr......" He killed at a stone and continue to walk. After a good long ten minuets, he came upon a trailer home. He then venter into it, looking about at the windows. All of them was dark. No one was awake. "Welp, this look's like a dud." But before he turned around, he saw a black truck. Tilting his head and stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, he walked closer to it. It looked like it was from the 1950's, a bit rusty, and the back was missing. Jeff had no idea why this truck brought him very interest in it, but she just shrugged. He then looked at the house. It was small, like all the rest of the trailer houses around here. He walked to the left side and stopped.

There was a window that was glowing white.

It was very faint, but it was enough to prove something.

Someone was not asleep.

But Jeff couldn't make sure if the person inside the room was asleep or not. People have sometimes had fallen asleep without turning out their lights, and he had made a few mistakes when he came over to murder them. It was kind of rude of him to wake them up just to tell them to go back to sleep. He softly crept up to the window and peeked in. But unfortunately, there was blinds in the was. So he pushed aside his long, black hair and white hoodie, he put his ear against the glass and lissoned. Inside, he heard something being scribbled on.

That was enough evidence for him.

He gently pulled at the window (surprisingly it was not locked) and quietly climbed inside of the room. It was a girls room. Small, and a bit messy. There was a few posters on the wall, one of them was slightly stuffed with something. He looked around and found the person of the room. It was a 18 year old girl on top of her bed in her baggy PJ's. She looked like she was Mexican with her short, black hair and tanned skin. He back was to him, so he couldn't see what she was doing. The light was coming from the light above her. "Finally..." He thought inside his head and slowly made his way to her with his cleaned knife raised.

Soon, it wont be cleaned.

But before he could strike, he saw what the girl was doing.

She was drawing Sonic.

But not just Sonic, but Amy as well. And it looked...........cool.

As she continue to sceached away, he lowered his knife to the bed and sat down behind her, his eyes never wondered from the page she was drawing on. The girl haven't even heard him, nor seen him for the next 5 minuets. By then, she was done. On the page was Sonic and Amy, all colored and clean. Jeff was very amazed at her artwork. But before he could if he complemented her, she turned a page only to have ANOTHER page that was half finished.

"Wooooowwww, that is soooooooo f$#*ing awsome." He finnuly said in a gruff voice.

The teen jumped and turned around to see Jeffs white, blood-shot eye, and a cutted smile staring over her shoulder. "Oh my gosh!" She whispered as she became frozen in place in fear. "I mean, seriously?! How did you do it?" Asked the psycho killer as he picked up her note book and looked though it amazed. The girl's eyes was wide as dinner plates in terror as she whispered "Your.......your Jeff the Killer...." "He looked back up at her in a look that said "No S#8$ Sherlock." "But.....but....how are.....you...." "If people believe in some really hard, then tha something would become real." He  said in a bored voice as if he has been reciting that for a really, really long time.

"If.....your real....then....what about.....SLenderma-" "Real. He lives in Montana." He said as he went back to look at her drawings that soon went to Sonic to beautiful, colorful birds. "BEN?" "England." "Eyeless Jack?" "Canada." "Laughing Jack?" "Any f$7%ing where he wants....This is good! Where did you learn how to draw like this?" He asked as he helded up an art picture of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit with Mr. Peabody. She looked to the ground in shyness and said, "In art class, and years of practice."

"Hot Dawm...wish I could draw like this..." He muttered to himself as he looked at the drawings. Then his head snapped up at her again. "DAMN IT! I didn't get your name." "Gah! Oh.......My name is Ana Grunda." "Huh, Ana. Cool name." Then.....there was silents. Then he asked that not only surprised Ana, but to Jeff as well.

"Can you teach me how to draw like this?"

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For the next few weeks, Jeff has been visiting Ana for drawing lessons. It sounded weird, even for him.

Who would even thought about it, a famous psycho killer with a twisted smile, learning how to draw from a shy 18 year old, Ana.

But he didn't minded. He discovered that he liked to draw. At first, it was hard an frustrating (almost to the point that nearly put him in a killing spree ((thankfully Ana was to calm him down)) ) but he has gotten better. And he had a good teacher to thank for.

Ana is an awesome artist, but she could bearly talk loud enough for any one to hear. Jeff didn't' mind. It was nice to hang out with someone who shares the same intreats and things.

"Hey Ana, thanks for teaching me how to draw." Ana looked up at Jeff and smiled. "Your welcome."