Eww…people! [Part One]

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. This is a fanfic of the Creepypasta, Jeff the killer, created by GameFuelTV (this version, anyway) and his life before he became an evil serial killer. Liu is canonically his twin brother and most people make him the older brother, but Liu is the younger brother in this AU. Keith is a bully character in Jeff’s OG story but I’m writing out the bully characters a little bit differently. Ash is my OC. Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!*

After much walking, Jeff and Liu had made it to school. They had both received their schedules in the lunchroom and knew that they’d go to different classes. Liu’s first class was English at the first floor, Jeff’s first class was Math at the second floor.

Of course, Jeff made sure to sit at the very backof the class, away from everyone, so that nobody would notice him at all and he could doodle in his notebook in peace. It was bad enough that Math was his first class, he didn’t want to add to the misery by talking to someone.

So, he began scribbling bone-clawed, wide-eyed monsters in his notebook, making sure to get down every detail about them, making them as frightful as possible, considering drawing a clown and-

“Are you like, emo?”

Jeff looked up, startled by the words. Sitting at a desk in front of him was a girl with black hair that had been hair sprayed to death to the point that it looked like the poofy hair of a doll, along with pink and blue leopard print extensions clipped on, her lips covered in a glossy pink sheen, her eyes heavy with the eyeliner. She wore multi-colored beads on her wrists and had on a pink tutu. She wore a blue and black zebra striped tank-top and had on rainbow-striped socks and black platform boots.

The girl was a hodgepodge of color and from how loudly she chewed the gum in her mouth, she was growing impatient with him.

“I…I guess?” Jeff said, for he was aware of the Emo culture, but he wasn’t sure if his love for dark clothes and spikes, Halloween, and long hair would qualify him as Emo. In fact, he didn’t really have a name for his style at all. He was just “Jeff, the spooky kid”. That was what he called himself, what Liu called him and that name to him fit perfectly.

But the girl asked, so he did his best to give a quick answer, hoping that she’d stop staring at him with her big, blue, intense eyeliner eyes.

Instead, the girl smiled and said:

“Yes! I knew it! I had to ask just to be sure, but I already knew that you were emo! I can tell! I always can tell! My name is Ashlee, but you can just call me Ash. What’s your name?”

Ash had put one hand with acrylic hello kitty glitter nails on top of Jeff’s pale, chipping black nails painted one and was holding it as though she were afraid he’d run away. Her blue eyes bore into his green ones, seeming to get brighter with every second. He could even smell her strong vanilla perfume.

If he told her his name, would she leave him alone?

“Jeff. I’m Jeff.” He said flatly, hoping that she’d let go of his hand.

“Jeff! Jeff! That’s not a very emo name, but it’s cute on you. Everything is cute on you. You’re cute. You know, I never really have anyone to talk to, anyone who relates to me, but you probably get me. You understand me. We’re made for each other, you see. It’s written in the stars. It’s…”

Ash was going on and on about how much she “loved” him, how they were “destined” to be together, but Jeff was trying his best to wriggle his hand away from her. Why was she holding on so tightly? Why didn’t anybody stop her? Did anybody notice? Did anybody care?

The teacher had arrived and was setting everything up at the desk, more kids were arriving…how come nobody was doing anything? How could Ash still keep talking? How-

“Great, you found an emo loser. As if we need another one of those.” A boy with brown hair dressed in a light blue polo and white slacks standing next to Ash’s desk said.

Jeff bit his bottom lip, his fear turning into annoyance. He just wanted to draw before class and with both people near him, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t even have time to do it. Why wouldn’t they both just go away?

Both of them are dressed in two different extremes. How is this boy coming to school all dressed up like a stereotypical nerd without the glasses and this girl all bright like she’s made out of rainbows? Why are these people near me? Jeff thought to himself, growing irritated by the minute.

“Keith, I’m not emo, I’m scene! There’s a difference! Don’t talk about that like Jeff, either. He could be my new friend. He could even-“

“Don’t say boyfriend. If he’s more sane than he looks, then I doubt he’d want to date someone like you. He needs help and I’m going to give it to him.” Keith said decidedly, casting a glance that Jeff supposed was “sympathetic” towards him.

“He doesn’t need help, he’s just different! He’s different like me! Diff-“

“Good morning, class! Today is the first day of school and not only that, but we have a new student! Jeffery Allan Woods, would you please tell the class something about yourself?”

Jeff just about wanted to die right then and there. Ash had let go of his hand, but the teacher was looking at him. Everyone was looking at him. He had to speak in order for the class to move along.

So much for trying not to be noticed.