Enter, Jeff!

A shadow travels across the wet concrete, the streetlight giving off a dull glow. The shadow belonged to a teenager wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans. In his hand was a bottle of whiskey, which he took a small swig from. A smile across his face as the alcohol went down his throat. He heard a noise behind him and drew his knife from his pocket.

His name is Jeff and he is many things. He is a sociopath, psychopath, mad man, murderer, serial killer, and mentally unstable. His full name is Jeffrey and no one really knows his last name.

He put his knife back into his pocket, took a long drink from the bottle, and continued his walk to a place he called home.

He walked towards the house that once had yellow 'police line' tape around it. He walked into the house and started to reminisce into the past that was here. He took off his hood and walked to a mirror that was slightly broken and looked at himself.

Black ringed eyes looked back. His skin was bleached white and his lips were a burnt red color. His hair was charred black, and the smile that will never fade was looking at him. He raised a hand and felt his face, he recognized the leathery feel to it.

He went to the couch and lay down on it. His face to the ceiling he took another swig of the whiskey. It was then he felt a familiar urge come over him, the urge to kill. 'Well,' Jeff thought, "what better time than now, when almost everyone is asleep?'

He got off the couch, moved towards the door, and went out into the night.

Samantha was startled awake by a noise. It had sounded close to her. Not hearing the noise again, she fell back to sleep.

She was once again startled awake by a noise, this time it sounded next to her. She looked over and she screamed, only to be muffled by a hand that was poised over her mouth. Through the curtain that allowed some moonlight into the room she saw a white face, black ringed eyes, a smile, and a knife gleaming in the moonlight.

"Shh. It's alright." Jeff whispered to her. "Just go. To. Sleep." He stabbed the knife into her chest and pulled it down towards her waist. He watched as the blood drained out of her and into the bedsheets. He pulled his knife out with a sickening squelch and looked at it as it gleamed silver and red in the moonlight.

He laughed as the blood dripped from the blade to the floor. He wiped the blade on the already bloody sheets to clean it off. His never fading smile widened as he saw the clean blade.

He escaped the house the same way he entered, through the window of the basement. The stupid bitch had left it open, a mistake that proved fatal.

He walked down the street away from and entered a bar. He ordered a bottle of whiskey. When it got there he asked if he could take the bottle and pay for it. The bartender who served him the alcohol said it was okay, if he paid a bit extra. Jeff grumbled to himself and gave him a 20 for the normal 17 he spent on the whiskey.

He quickly grabbed the bottle and walked out of the bar, though before he left he looked around quickly, trying to find her, to see if she escaped. He saw that she was not there and he laughed slightly, no one could have survived that fire, no one except for himself.

When he got back to his home, he cast a glance out to the woods beside it, trying to spot a thin tree that didn't seem to belong. When he didn't see it he laughed before saying, "Good riddance, I hated the bastard."

It was then that he noticed something strange, there was a light on in his house. He knew that the authorities turned off the power running into his house a while ago, so there was no way that it could be a light bulb. Maybe someone was inside his house with a flashlight? Though, it had a mint green color to it.

Jeff immediately dismissed this idea, the light was to wide for it to be a flashlight, plus it wasn't moving. He crept up to the door, with his knife at the ready, and pushed open the door. He charged into the house and slash wildly, hoping to catch the person, or people, off guard.

Instead of that, he was rewarded with a blinding flash. With no eyelids he could not blink so he covered his eyes with his arm. When the light dimmed down, he heard something he did not expect. There were birds singing.

He slowly lowered his arm and was caught by surprise, he was in the middle of a forest. "What the hell!" roared Jeff. He looked around to see if there was anything familiar. Seeing nothing he swore again, much louder this time.

It was then that Jeff heard a noise. He turned and saw a creature standing behind him. It had the leathery wings, a lion's body, and a scorpion's tail. Jeff pointed his knife at it, getting ready to fight, and said, "Just what the hell are you, you ugly bastard?"

The creature, as if understanding him, gave a roar of anger. "Oh, looks like the little kitty wants to play." said Jeff as he ran forward and slashed his knife towards the creatures left foreleg. It cut through the skin and muscles like butter, a thing that happens if the knife is sharpened regularly.

The creature roared again, this time in pain. "What? Little kitty can't take a hit?" taunted Jeff as he swiped the knife at the creature again, this time tearing into the right foreleg and Jeff used enough force to make it go through bone. The creature didn't roar again, no, instead it whimpered and with a pleading look in it's eyes.

Jeff smiled widened and he said, "That won't work on me." Jeff put his knife into an ice pick grip and plunged it into the creature's throat.

He watched as the life drained from the creature's eyes before he pulled out the knife. "Now. Where the fuck am I!?" Jeff roared out, scaring the birds that had recently settled into the trees.

Lyra gasped and collapsed to the floor of the house she shared with Bon Bon. Bon Bon rushed towards her and saw that she was out cold. Lyra had an audience with her consisting of Twilight Sparkle, a purple unicorn mare, and Pinkie Pie, a pink mare who was bouncing around.

"Did it work? Diditworkdiditworkdiditworkdiditworkdiditwork?" asked Pinkie bouncing around the room.

Twilight looked around the room before saying, "Pinkie I don't think it worked, but we won't know until Lyra wakes up. She did that spell in the book properly so she should have been connected to whatever she summoned." Twilight then looked over to Lyra and Bon Bon. "She should be alright after a little bit, she just spent to much magic."

Bon Bon shot a glance at her before saying, "Thank you. She was really excited to try this spell. After she wakes up we can see if this wasn't for nothing." Bon Bon finished it with a smile.

"It was not a problem, I also wanted to see how it would work out too." said Twilight, a smile coming across her face also.

Bon Bon carried off Lyra to her room and dropped her on the bed. When she came back to the living room she saw Pinkie still bouncing around before Pinkie said, "While we wait we should make cupcakes! Besides, Lyra will probably be hungry when she wakes up." Pinkie Pie then bounced off the kitchen, not even bothering to ask Bon Bon if she could.

Bon Bon and Twilight sighed in sync and followed Pinkie into the kitchen.

Author's Note

A/N Okay, This is a crossover between a CreepyPasta and My Little Pony. This is a side project and will be updated randomly like my other story. The CreepyPasta is called Jeff the Killer. Google search it or go to Youtube to look it up, my recommendation is to go to Youtube for the entire story and fan speculation, since I'll be using some fan speculation throughout the story. Hope you enjoy the new story/side project. Remember, commenting helps me get better at writing!