Cute and Cuddly, my Ass

Cute and Cuddly, my Ass: The CreepyProm, AKA Jeff and his Proxy: RP with ask-red-rhymer

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Jeff stood quietly at the corner of the warehouse, tugging uncomfortably at the starchy collar of his shirt. In hindsight, it would’ve been a good idea to kill/mug a dude that had the same size as him for clothes, but least the tux looked nice. Though he had to admit, he felt like a…

Emerging from the shadows and through the bushes came Red. She was careful with her dress, not wanting it to get torn within the plants, and nearly stumbling as she did so but quickly regaining her footing. She patted down her dress, making sure it and herself was presentable before looking up. Who was this? He looked familiar…. Wait, didn’t she see him a few days ago? But he didn’t give his name…

Red noticed the knife in his hand and stood there nervously, twiddling her fingers with a shadow moving in between them if he decided to attack. The attire he had said otherwise, but still; better be safe than sorry.

Wait a second… Jeff glanced at the newcomer, his wide mouth almost gaping. Was that Red? The moving shadow on the ground confirmed his suspicion. He didn’t think she would come, due to the recent loss of her memory and everything, but here she was. Auburn hair traveling down her back, bare feet(as usual), and a beautiful dress that matched her personality perfectly. Jeff changed his mind; a good surprise was definitely welcome tonight, and here it was. “Red? Is that you?” He stepped forward, a big smile on his face.

Red tensed as he took a step forward but relaxed ever so slightly when he mentioned her name. Did… Did they know each other? Or, at least used to? She nodded in response, making the minute shadow vanish and then held her hands together. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her head that told her they did know each other and the smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat, whether good or bad, she didn’t know. “Um…” Red started shyly, “H-hello… You are?”

Oh… right. She didn’t remember. That made his smile waver just a little bit. “Jeff, my name’s Jeff. You know, Jeff the Killer?” He made a stabbing motion with his knife before deciding that wasn’t the greatest thing to do in the midst of an almost-stranger with the ability to control deadly shadows. He quickly put it away, tucking it carelessly in his belt. 

Red made a sound similar to a whimper and took a step back as he used his knife. “Jeff?” Do I know a Jeff? She thought she did… “I-I believe I have heard of you before. Slenderman has spoken of you to me before. He said we would make good friends.” From how she remembered, Slenderman would talk of him as if they were friends and did know each other. And from the way Jeff was acting, she was sure that they did know one another at one point or another.

She saw him put his knife away and relaxed, calming down the shadows at the same time so they wouldn’t attack. “You know of me already, so it seems…” She chuckled a little, “But still, I am Red Rhymer. A pleasure to meet you, Jeff.” Red held out her hand and gave a soft smile at him.

“Nice to meet you too,” he said dully, taking her hand. Fucking perfect. Not only was he completely unknown to this chick, but Slendy probably made him look like shit. He was so going to have a talk with that faceless bastard later. “So, uh….” He glanced around, looking for something to say. His sight went to the dark red rose in his hand, and he gingerly held it out to her. “I got this for you…”

“Huh?” Red carefully took the flower and held it in her hands, a faint blush on her cheeks from his gift, “Thank you.” She smiled, not knowing why, and placed the rose in her hair. She then looked at him and saw an expression on his face that made him seem troubled, “Is-Is something wrong?” Did I say something to offend him? Maybe she should hold her tongue and watch what she says better…

“What? No, nothing’s wrong,” he chuckled. He would have to be careful about how he acted around Red; acting like a total downer would definitely not put him in her favor. Especially since her expectations were probably already low, thanks to that jerk, Slendy. “Well, there’s this one thing…. But nevermind, it’s stupid.”

She nodded at his statement and set the rose in her hair again as it was falling, making sure it stayed this time. Red brought her hands back down to her sides, now curious of what he was about to say, “No, tell me please. I would not mind hearing what it is.”

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Jeff stood quietly at the corner of the warehouse, tugging uncomfortably at the starchy collar of his shirt. In hindsight, it would’ve been a good idea to kill/mug a dude that had the same size as him for clothes, but least the tux looked nice. Though he had to admit, he felt like a…

Emerging from the shadows and through the bushes came Red. She was careful with her dress, not wanting it to get torn within the plants, and nearly stumbling as she did so but quickly regaining her footing. She patted down her dress, making sure it and herself was presentable before looking up. Who was this? He looked familiar…. Wait, didn’t she see him a few days ago? But he didn’t give his name…

Red noticed the knife in his hand and stood there nervously, twiddling her fingers with a shadow moving in between them if he decided to attack. The attire he had said otherwise, but still; better be safe than sorry.

Wait a second… Jeff glanced at the newcomer, his wide mouth almost gaping. Was that Red? The moving shadow on the ground confirmed his suspicion. He didn’t think she would come, due to the recent loss of her memory and everything, but here she was. Auburn hair traveling down her back, bare feet(as usual), and a beautiful dress that matched her personality perfectly. Jeff changed his mind; a good surprise was definitely welcome tonight, and here it was. “Red? Is that you?” He stepped forward, a big smile on his face.

Red tensed as he took a step forward but relaxed ever so slightly when he mentioned her name. Did… Did they know each other? Or, at least used to? She nodded in response, making the minute shadow vanish and then held her hands together. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her head that told her they did know each other and the smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat, whether good or bad, she didn’t know. “Um…” Red started shyly, “H-hello… You are?”

Oh… right. She didn’t remember. That made his smile waver just a little bit. “Jeff, my name’s Jeff. You know, Jeff the Killer?” He made a stabbing motion with his knife before deciding that wasn’t the greatest thing to do in the midst of an almost-stranger with the ability to control deadly shadows. He quickly put it away, tucking it carelessly in his belt. 

Red made a sound similar to a whimper and took a step back as he used his knife. “Jeff?” Do I know a Jeff? She thought she did… “I-I believe I have heard of you before. Slenderman has spoken of you to me before. He said we would make good friends.” From how she remembered, Slenderman would talk of him as if they were friends and did know each other. And from the way Jeff was acting, she was sure that they did know one another at one point or another.

She saw him put his knife away and relaxed, calming down the shadows at the same time so they wouldn’t attack. “You know of me already, so it seems…” She chuckled a little, “But still, I am Red Rhymer. A pleasure to meet you, Jeff.” Red held out her hand and gave a soft smile at him.

“Nice to meet you too,” he said dully, taking her hand. Fucking perfect. Not only was he completely unknown to this chick, but Slendy probably made him look like shit. He was so going to have a talk with that faceless bastard later. “So, uh….” He glanced around, looking for something to say. His sight went to the dark red rose in his hand, and he gingerly held it out to her. “I got this for you…”

“Huh?” Red carefully took the flower and held it in her hands, a faint blush on her cheeks from his gift, “Thank you.” She smiled, not knowing why, and placed the rose in her hair. She then looked at him and saw an expression on his face that made him seem troubled, “Is-Is something wrong?” Did I say something to offend him? Maybe she should hold her tongue and watch what she says better…

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Jeff stood quietly at the corner of the warehouse, tugging uncomfortably at the starchy collar of his shirt. In hindsight, it would’ve been a good idea to kill/mug a dude that had the same size as him for clothes, but least the tux looked nice. Though he had to admit, he felt like a…

Emerging from the shadows and through the bushes came Red. She was careful with her dress, not wanting it to get torn within the plants, and nearly stumbling as she did so but quickly regaining her footing. She patted down her dress, making sure it and herself was presentable before looking up. Who was this? He looked familiar…. Wait, didn’t she see him a few days ago? But he didn’t give his name…

Red noticed the knife in his hand and stood there nervously, twiddling her fingers with a shadow moving in between them if he decided to attack. The attire he had said otherwise, but still; better be safe than sorry.

Wait a second… Jeff glanced at the newcomer, his wide mouth almost gaping. Was that Red? The moving shadow on the ground confirmed his suspicion. He didn’t think she would come, due to the recent loss of her memory and everything, but here she was. Auburn hair traveling down her back, bare feet(as usual), and a beautiful dress that matched her personality perfectly. Jeff changed his mind; a good surprise was definitely welcome tonight, and here it was. “Red? Is that you?” He stepped forward, a big smile on his face.

Red tensed as he took a step forward but relaxed ever so slightly when he mentioned her name. Did… Did they know each other? Or, at least used to? She nodded in response, making the minute shadow vanish and then held her hands together. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her head that told her they did know each other and the smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat, whether good or bad, she didn’t know. “Um…” Red started shyly, “H-hello… You are?”

Oh… right. She didn’t remember. That made his smile waver just a little bit. “Jeff, my name’s Jeff. You know, Jeff the Killer?” He made a stabbing motion with his knife before deciding that wasn’t the greatest thing to do in the midst of an almost-stranger with the ability to control deadly shadows. He quickly put it away, tucking it carelessly in his belt. 

Red made a sound similar to a whimper and took a step back as he used his knife. “Jeff?” Do I know a Jeff? She thought she did… “I-I believe I have heard of you before. Slenderman has spoken of you to me before. He said we would make good friends.” From how she remembered, Slenderman would talk of him as if they were friends and did know each other. And from the way Jeff was acting, she was sure that they did know one another at one point or another.

She saw him put his knife away and relaxed, calming down the shadows at the same time so they wouldn’t attack. “You know of me already, so it seems…” She chuckled a little, “But still, I am Red Rhymer. A pleasure to meet you, Jeff.” Red held out her hand and gave a soft smile at him.