Ben's Pov
A light smirk comes to my lips as I narrow my eyes at the gun pointed directly at my head, my eyes scanning over the female dressed in a tanktop, the comforter draped around her waist as she holds the pistol firmly in her hands. I allow my gaze to travel over the method of handling she uses with the silver weapon, a frown tugging at my lips as I narrow my glare at her. This is supposed to be a school teacher with slightly morbid drawing obsessions, and a complete recluse not some skilled gunman; yet the way she handles the gun is better than any expert I've come across and were I a human one shot would be the death of me.
"You think a mere mortal weapon can kill me? You're the one with the obsession so surely you understand you've met with a terrible fate by my encounter?" I growl, lunging at the female in a flash.
"No but it will still hurt," she smirks, firing the weapon just as I lunge and scrambling from the bed.
I let out a startled cry, a series of profanities escaping my lips as I hold tightly to my leg, the damn mortal having fired a shot right into my pressure point. She's right. We're immortal but a gunshot wound still hurt like hell. My only ounce of comfort from the shooting is my creepypasta partner currently rooting around downstairs in search of any evidence and was sure to hear such a loud gunfire.
"That wasn't very nice of you," I hear a voice purr, the female in question letting out a surprised gasps as I sit up to watch the scuffle between the pasta and the mortal, the female being no match for Jeff the Killer himself.
"Damn bitch shot me right in the leg," I growl, sitting on the bed and catching the knife Jeff throws my way, not paying any mind as blood seeps from the mattress while I dig the bullet out of my leg and toss it to the floor.
"Why don't we do a bit of interviewing now?" Jeff smirks, dragging the female out of the room.
Your Pov:
"Why don't you go jump off a roof," I snarl to the smiling killer, squirming and struggling against him as he drags me downstairs. I am now officially a prisoner in my own home thanks to these bastards and I have no clue at all on how I'm supposed to escape. I grunt softly when I'm thrown in and bound tightly to a chair, glaring darkly at the two creepypastas that stand in front of me with very amused and pleased smirks written all over their faces. "Yeah keep laughing and see where that gets ya."
"You're in no place to be making threats Y/N. Just relax and answer our questions," the demonified link says, black and red eyes shining in amusement to my endless struggles against the ropes.
"We're here to find out more about you so we know if you're right for Slenderman or not," the pale faced joker says, his arms crossed.
I know each of their names of course but it makes me feel better having little nicknames for them concerning my situation at the moment. I'm in need of a bit of amusement to pass the time.
"We just have a few questions about your past. After all Sally comes with Slenderman and we don't need a bad role model for her," Jeff says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh look at you being all high and mighty when it comes to being a good role model or not. I think you have your order wrong thought. Slenderman came with Sally, she was the one who liked me first after all and as for my past you can kill me now or leave me along because you're not going to learn a single thing. I keep my things private for a reason," I says, scowling at the two males.
"Can you blame us for wanting to take care of our own? We can kill you right now and without any remorse if that's the way you want things to go," Ben growls, his eyes narrowing out.
"Kill me and then get harmed by Slenderman? Yeah that sounds like a fantastic idea," I growl, rolling my eyes in agitation.
"By killing you it'll give us an access point into your memories. We have skilled people that can easily gain access to your mind but we're willing to give you the chance to tell us first." Ben says, watching me carefully.
They want me to just give in like that? Like hell I'm going to. They don't want to kill me but they're not above doing so either, what to do, what to do? Just then a light smirk comes to my lips as I look each of the pastas in the eyes, a plan brewing in my had.
"Alright you want to know more about me? Under my bed is a secret compartment containing a diary I've written in my entire life. It has everything from my past that you could ever want to know." I say, watching as they both scramble from their places and run upstairs. Was there a diary there? Yes there was but it contained a fictioned childhood that I had always dreamed of having, not my real one. While they're busy upstairs I quickly scoot my chair across the kitchen floor and grab my cell phone, closing my eyes and concentrating as I quickly work into the device, pressing down and holding a number that I prey is my speed dial button.
"Hello Sam speaking?" I hear a familiar voice say, a sigh of relief leaving my lips.
"Hello Mr. Slenderman. I am currently tied to a chair while Jeff and Ben are reading my diary. Would you mind coming over?" I ask, smiling as I wait for his reply.
"JEFF AND BEN ARE WHAT?!" he yells, his voice being enough to surprise me and cause me to break my phone, causing me to wince as the entire device smashes apart.
"Oh no," I breathe, gulping as I look up to see two very furious and terrified pastas glaring at me from across my kitchen.