*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=117842&start=15. This is my interpretation of the Creepypasta character, Jeff the Killer (created by GameFuelTV) and his origin story. None of the characters in this fanfic are my OCs, just interpretations of them. Oh and the card mentioned is a Garbage Pail kids card and the characters are 13. The year is 2003. Enjoy!*

Jeff wrote down answers to his math questions absentmindedly, mostly drawing monsters next to them. His eyes kept drifting over to the Handy Randy card, thinking about the phone number, about just leaving and going straight to Randy’s house-

But it wasn’t wise of him to just assume things when it didn’t happen yet. It was better to just do his work, to get the important stuff done. And yet…

He grabbed the flip phone on his desk and dialed Randy’s number that was left on the card.

“Hello? Randy, you there?”

At first there was nothing, but then-

“Hey Jeff. It’s nice that you called. Do you want to come over and hang out? I’ll turn on movies.”

Hang out? That sounded fun, but a little too fast. Jeff didn’t think that Randy would suggest hanging out immediately.

“Um…sure. When?”

“When what? You sound scared. Are you worried about something?”

Randy sounded like he was smiling. Jeff didn’t know how to explain it, but it was there.

One part of Jeff wanted to end the conversation, to run because it’d only turn out bad. But another part of him wanted to relax, to give in, to hope for the best. And it was nice to get invited to hang out.

“I-um-I was just wondering when we’d hang out.”

“Today! We’ll hang out until it gets dark. Stay on the line so you know where my house is.”

“Your house?”

“Yes! Where else?”

Jeff did as Randy asked, scrawling the address on a piece of notebook paper. He would hang out for a little bit and then come back home before Liu and his parents found out. It would be so quick that they wouldn’t even realize it.

Excitement and terror swirled inside him. It was the first time he got invited to somebody else’s house. He usually didn’t like talking to other people, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when it was just Randy.

It could be fun.