Farfalle Academey

Farfalle Academey

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Welcome to Highschool! The terror among terrors, where monsters roam the halls. That is not a figure of speech at Farfalle Academy for the "Gifted". Welcome to Farfelle Academy, though many simply call it Pasta High.

638 readers have visited Farfalle Academey since Zenia created it.

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Introduction

Welcome to Farfalle Academy for the “gifted”, many say they meet monsters in high schools, here that is true in the literal sense. Roaming the halls are figures many people think are just stories on the internet, who are actually trying to live a somewhat normal high school life, some willing…others not. All are under the watch by the headmaster.
The headmaster is a tall man in a suit, which never really speaks, but is respected and feared by many.
The grounds are…old looking some may say decrypted, but it holds up well and it is a very out of the way school so many don’t complain, even if you are at the closest town you would have to live at the dorms…not that many get in. It is surrounded by woods and a graveyard is nearby, as well as an old well.
People have ventured close and seen briefly. A dog with a human smile can be seen on the seen on the grounds usually following a boy with a white hoodie and jet black hair with dark circles under his eyes. Most people do not believe them and even they doubt themselves, even if pictures are taken they always come out…wrong either over exposed or foggy, even with digital.
The students here are an odd bunch, and what is normal for them is chaos to regulars, all seem to be taking some sort of medication…most seem to be anti-psychotics.






This will be a bit more on the mature side in the way that there is gore, I don't want sexual things in here cause that is against the rules of this site and I want to follow those rules. If your character does do the deed follow the rule of the site: one post of fading to black. Spots are reserved for a day, need more time tell me.

I will not accept the following pasta stories:
Who was Phone
Day of all the blood

Also for Jane the killer, if anyone wants to be her I found a real cool one that I think is better than the original so I am putting the link to that here.

Jane the Killer: The Real Story


Character Slots open
(These are CreepyPasta Characters. Example: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Rake, and so on)
Pasta Student One:Jeff the Killer -Taken by Zenia
Pasta Student Two: B.B. Wolf -Taken by Damioa
Pasta Student Three: Jane Arkensaw AKA Jane the Killer -Taken by ShadowHawk
Pasta Student Four: Open
Pasta Student Five: Open
Pasta Student Six: Open

Note for the Human Students you wound up getting accepted by mistake so have fun!
Human Student One: Peyton Vix -Taken by AcerDiamond
Human Studen Two:Lavinia Asa Lang -Taken by ANTHERIUS

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0: Rule Zero AKA The GM is always right if there is a conflict of rules I will solve it I will not abuse this, but I will give out three strikes if I feel people are not listening.

1: no god moding

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8:please do not be post hogs.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: Lavinia Asa Lang Character Portrait: Peyton Vix Character Portrait: B.B Wolf Character Portrait: Jane Arkensaw (Jane the Killer)

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#, as written by Zenia
Deep in a remote woods lies a school for the Gifted youth, one that students are not seen in town and no letters come in or out. It is so remote that even if students lived in the nearest town, they would have to live in the dorms the school provided.

Though getting in seems to be…almost impossible, though once you enter will you really want to stay?

The students who go here are different to say the least, A boy in a white hoody roams the halls and forest, a smile always on his face and ever watchful black eyes with dark rings under them, as if he lacks sleep. He seems to have to take his medication a lot, and mutters periodically when annoyed to “go to sleep.” Making stabbing motions even if he wields no knife at the moment. He is as mad as a fox and as cunning as a wolf.

The Wolf roams the halls as well, whose madness is contagious, nothing pleases him more than driving others insane…well maybe the taste of meat of the bones, and not the type you can buy from a store, more the meat that Hannibal enjoyed. A wolf in human skin and cold eyes, his weapon of choice is fear…for fear is one of the best weapons. Though others may say fire is the best.

Ah Fire, Fire consumes and is always hungry for more. Just ask Lavinia, after all she lost everything she cared about in a fire. Her poor, poor brother in that orphanage is presumed dead! She however was rescued and taken in by a wealthy Russian to be trained to take over his company. She may have what it takes to climb to the top.

Ah how Peyton loves to climb! Such a sweet young girl, afraid of thunder and of blood though…Oh if only her parents knew the dangers that awaited her in Farfelle. Maybe if they asked the right questions or wondered exactly why so few letters or words from the students there exited? Ah well if Peyton tries she may be able to escape into the Woods.

DO NOT ENTER! TURN BACK! Says the signs on the old woods, a figure has been seen there a tall slender man in a suit, no face, no eyes but always watching. He roams the halls of the school as well at night to make sure no students try to escape. During the day he seems to be in his office with a x cutting through a circle marking his area. He almost looks like he is wearing a faceless mask.

Masks are something Jane knows very well about, Jane Everlasting, Jane the Killer. On the hunt for the one who has done this to her, murdered her family and friends carving a big smile onto their face. All because he wanted her to look 'pretty' like he was. However in her hunt she was caught and wound up here. Little does she know the one she has been hunting is here as well with no clue that she is now here, if he did he would be happy though! After all she is his friend!

Of course not all is bad at Farfalle! Oh no on days when the students take their medicine it can be quite normal…just make sure that you avoid…shall we say tender subjects.

Welcome to Farfalle, you may never leave but you will learn valuable lessons of the real monsters that roam the Earth. After all there is a reason some of the Students call this place Pasta High.

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Character Portrait: Jeff

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Jeff hears the alarm in his room go off as he groans and sits up as he removes his sleep mask. He grabs his alarm clock and hurls it into the wall nearby, his smile never leaving his face. After all how could it? It was carved into him, by his own hands even. His dorm was like a look inside his mind at the moment. There were small holes in the wall as well as slash marks. Words carved into it as well, the most common ones being ‘Liar’, and the phrase ‘go to sleep’. Sometimes a name was carved into it, more…elegant and careful than the hack and slash of the others and that was the name ‘Liu’, though that was so small it was hard to find. In the room was a tv, slasher movies in a shelf as well as horror books and magazines all about knives. A dart board that had seen much use, it was practically falling apart, even his pillow seemed to have stabs in it. Yet no knife was in his room…now.

With a soft yawn he goes to his bathroom, taking a quick shower, he had long gotten used to the shampoo stinging his eyes.
He dries off his hair with a yawn as he gets on his usual attire, an undershirt, bleach white hoody, black dress pants and sneakers. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror as his smile grows bigger. “Perfect.” He mutters.
Staring back into the mirror was a bleach white skinned boy, with jet black shaggy and jagged looking hair,White eyes with small black dots as the iris and pupils, his eyes are surrounded by black rings and no eyelids, he had gotten rid of those long ago, and of course his smile went from ear to ear! He always wanted to be smiling at his face and now he was. It was wonderful!

Jeff looks at the medicine container by his bed before shrugging and going to the door, he did not want to take those pills; he wanted to make people smile! To kill them. It was fun, what was wrong with that?
He tries to open the door when a familiar tall and slender, bleach white figure appears in front of him, he stares him straight in the face, where the mans’ eyes would be if he had eyes. It takes a while but soon buzzing pain in his head and a static filled noise envelops him. “ARGH! Okay I get it I will take the damn pills today!” he growls out as he clutches his ears. “But was yesterday so bad?” he snaps, yesterday Jeff didn’t take his medicine and managed to steal back a knife, no, no… his knife. It resulted in…well a rampage one that resulted in stabbings of some other students…they should feel lucky that most of them were hard to kill, if they were your regular human then they would be dead.

“It was fun yesterday! They provide a challenge…like you did when we fought Slendy! That was fun! Fun, fun, fun! And when we had to kill the witnesses that saw that fight? That was…Wonderful! I hadn’t had fun like that in a while!” he states before laughing darkly. A tendril appears from Slendermans’ back as it wraps around Jeffs’ neck and pins him against the wall with a thud. Jeff eyes gleam darkly. Just as he is about to speak, his mouth open, Slenderman forces the pills into his mouth forcing him to swallow. Jeff glares at Slenderman as he dropped to the ground, about to attack him unarmed when Slenderman simply vanishes. “Try to do that again and I will make you smile!” he yells as he yanks his dorm room open before slamming it shut behind him, anger in his dark eyes. He hates being chained by those pills. He wanted freedom! The pills made him feel all…funny. Not himself, almost more like the self of him that was broken those years ago.

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Character Portrait: Lavinia Asa Lang

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The black rolls Royce screeched to a stop, making dirt and twigs fly into the air. A man dressed in a dark navy suit swung open the driver's door and walked over to open the passenger door. The door swung open to reveal a girl of five feet five inches. Her long white hair is neatly combed for the day though her layered bangs sway in an awkward defiant manner. She blinked her brown eyes at the man expectantly. He closed the door behind her then walked to the trunk. She brushed a few specks off of her white dress. Lavinia's left hand reached up to her right and began to play with the lace of her right sleeve. She turned from the wooden scenery to look at what could have been an ancient manor but it was just her dorm room.

"What's this place called Roger?" Lavinia asked in her bittersweet soprano.

"Farfalle." Roger said and brought out her bags. He began to walk towards the school.

"Stop. I'm not a child anymore. Let me do this myself." Lavinia said though it sounded like a command. Roger simply nodded, letting go of her things. He looked at her once more before heading towards the driver's door.

"You'll do great misses." Roger said as he slid into the leather seat then slammed the door close. Lavinia walked carefully to her belongings because she was wearing six inch heels that were stained the color pink. The moment her hand lay on the handle of her suitcase, the Royce's engine roared to life then sped away, leaving a trail of dirt and twigs in it's wake. She gently grabbed her duffle bag in her free hand and began to make her way to the front door. She reached the mahogany door in mere seconds and gently let go of her suitcase to knock on the door. Her right hand returned to the handle of the suitcase.

She stares at the door for a moment, completely vexed as to why it hasn't opened yet. 'I don't want to stand here all day.' She lets go of her suitcase once again but this time she reached for the door handle. She flung open the door with no problem and walked into the first room. This room could have been a living room if it weren't differently furnished. Instead, it looked like a students common room with a pool table, a few couches, a t.v. and a few scattered chairs here and there.

"Hello? Where am I supposed to go?" Lavinia asked. She decided it best to wait inside the building rather then outside due to the fact she was standing in their entry way. She dragged her belongings over to a nearby chair and plopped down into it's welcoming cushions. Not that she had made a long or hard journey, she just wasn't a fan of waiting around for others. Found it tiring really. She slid her bag over with her right foot and bent down. She rummaged through it's contents for a minute before dragging out a copy of '1984 by George Orwell'. She flipped to chapter five and began to read, still waiting for the person who was to show her to her room.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: B.B Wolf

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#, as written by Damioa
The night was fun. Really fun. There was darkness. Darkness and noises. In the dark anything could be anything. The mind sees things that don't exist, bringing those things into existence. The mind that was so strong that people feared it. However, B.B didn't fear his mind. He counted himself as lucky. How could he fear anything when technically, he was fear. Oh yes. The glorious feelings of pain and agony. All, but a memory. Now, he spent most of his nights in deep sleep. The medicine was supposed to put him out for the eight hours of the night and make him groggy during the day. Can you believe that? The most precious thing in life. The freedom of vision. All the gifts night and darkness gave, and he had to sleep through it. It didn't help that it was a straight sleep. No dreams, and definitely no nightmares. Just a blank system that seemed to only last ten minutes, if that. You ever get that feeling. Like you just went to sleep a minute ago and it's already morning. It feels worse when you're not tired enough to go back to sleep, but just tired enough not to want to do anything with your day.
Seraquill. Ever heard of it? Well, you should know. Nightquill is more common. People take it to help with sleep. Well guess what? That's only 1 percent of Seraquill. Though once you start, it doesn't hit as hard after awhile. No. This kid was use to it by now. It still whooped his butt though at night. Knocks him out all the time. Unlike most students at the school, he isn't trusted to take his own meds either. Nor is he allowed to talk to anyone giving him his meds. Though, lets talk about that process later. For now, let's talk about now. Morning time. It wasn't a bad time, though it meant he would have to see people and wouldn't be able to do anything fun with them. Well, not all of them at least. There were still a few who he enjoyed being around.

As per the norm, breakfast was oat cereal, a tasteless, yet sweet cereal, accompanied by the milk he put in it. Morning entertainment was Japanese cartoons, because for some reason they knew how to make action seem over the type and he liked over the top. The bathroom called for him to wash his body and brush his teeth like always. His clothes begged to be worn. Which he really had no problem with, besides from the shirt. Those things are so restrictive, especially to females.
"Pfft. What would I know about females. I just rather they not where the blasted things. Heh."
Of course, he had to make himself laugh. Mostly just a few words to see if he still sounded the same and they hadn't decided to take away his voice box. The toothpaste. Ugh. Must've been the strongest paste you could buy. His teeth had always been white, but jeez. Was it royal pain for your mouth to be burning clean every morning. Though, if you knew of the toxin his mouth had inside it, you would want him to brush his teeth with acid. Not that it'd help. After he looked at himself in the mirror, he realized that his red shirt complimented his eyes. He wondered if anyone else would notice. Hopefully not. God forbid he goes off about how his eyes are that color because he is constantly seeing blood. He isn't by the way. Just likes telling people that.

With the mirror check done, it was time to leave his room. Messy it was. Looked like a wolves den. He cleaned it every sunday only for it to be this way by Monday. Funny how things get out of hand really quick. He never locked his door. There was nothing to steal in there and if he had someone waiting for him when he returned, it'd give him a reason to show them around. Though he never had any uninvited guest.
"Boring," He whispered. "Boring, boring, boring, boring."
He mumbled to himself for a good minute. Life at this place was boring. It would have been more fun to go to a phsyche ward. Jail even. Though, that was probably the reason they sent him here. Or maybe it was some project made by humans. So typical of them to make a project out of monsters. Though the school doesn't lie to people when they said it's a school for the speacial and gifted.
"Though it's what we do with our gifts that define us."
He was right. He was always right, he didn't need a reminder. Yet his thoughts never worked right while on meds. Something was off. Even now. He was starting to think he'd hate to see what he'd be thinking without the meds.
"Damn. How long has this been going on for?"
A typical morning of self conversation. Though, that all changed once the walk began. For that is when he saw him. A boy who, like him, learned how to break out of the human spell on his own. It was always those types that he liked. How couldn't he? Those were the ones who didn't go completely crazy. For your information, that means those who were deamed crazy, but never went off the deep end. I.E Killing themselves after killing a bunch of people. No. The boy in front of B.B was an artist. One with preety good taste. Even now the boy wondered how did this kid know that his wounds would heal nicely. Well except for his eyelids. Those don't heal apparently. It didn't matter though. B.B liked the look. It was, unique to say the least.

"Hey." The boy said to his .... friend? Yeah. Let's use that word for now. He called to his friend, but didn't offer a smile, handshake, or pat on the back. Just started walking next to him. "Hehehe. So the no faced man got you today huh? I knew that'd happen if you went off yesterday. You should have waited and planned, but I guess that's why I like you so much. Planning is such a wasted human ability. Animals don't need to plan and what are humans? Animals. Hehe. They seemed to have lost instinct which we have. Or had. These darn pills they pump into us. It's just not right man."

As they walked, a lot of familiar faces were seen, though mostly annoying ones. Even a couple norms. A name he had given to students who weren't apart of their so called clique. "You know what pisses me off. On the news these people were signing a petition to save cats and dogs from being killed. I mean seriously. Cats and dogs need to have a write off to not get killed, but if someone doesn't write an essay about why they have to live I can't kill them. I wish I could just go out killing animals, but they don't piss me off as much as petition people. And to think, this country is all about equality. My butt it is. I miss home. England. Where the greats, like Jack the ripper and Hitler were from. Well, Hitler wasn't really a great I guess. He was too flawed. Meh. You know what I mean."

He looked at his "friend" for a minute and frowned. "You know why I'm envious of you? You got it all. A cool name, a girl who wants to kill you. Dang. All I have is dogs. Say, if that girl comes to this school for whatever reason, can I take her off your hands. I never had someone try to kill me before. At least not before I made them try. Hehehe. I wonder how her skin taste." Finally, the boy was done talking. Usually after he said all he had to say for the day he just went off to a day dream state. A state in which he would think about things which would bring him joy. It may be hard to tell from his long rant, but to get him to reply with more than a few words for the rest of the day, you'd have to say something pretty interesting. This was just how his day started. The boring school days of B.B Wolf.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: B.B Wolf Character Portrait: Jane Arkensaw (Jane the Killer)

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Jane awoke to the sound of a nurse speaking to her she sat up and looked around.
"Where am I?" she asked her mouth dry and her face aching the nurse replied softly
"You are at Farfalle a school for the..gifted..please get ready you do start school today.." Jane watched the lady walk away and remembered what had happened in the last few days her mind was groggy she looked at the room again to see her mask and wig on the table which she quickly placed on her head and face. Just as she was starting to stand her black dress flowing to her knees the nurse returned with a small cup and some water.
"Take these." was all she said and Jane complied a little hesitantly with a soft nod before pulling on her shoes and walking to the door only to stop as she watched two boys walk by and one struck her nerves
"Jeff..." was all she could mutter Jane could mutter she could feel the anger and hatred building but being diluted by the medication 'Dam it..'she thought and stayed frozen.

After Jeff and the other boy had been gone for a few minutes Jane exited the infirmary planning how to get her revenge how to kill Jeff she was walking slowly staring at the ground when she stopped her eyes widening under her mask 'I know exactly how to get him back!'she thought smiling slightly at the idea of Jeff screaming as she watched him burn. She looked around again and noticed how few people she saw and felt alone her heart picked up pace as the fear set in sending her running towards the school building avoiding Jeff and the other boy for now. Once she reached the building she was startled to see Slenderman standing in front of her she took a step back wishing she had her knife when he handed her a small piece of paper she looked at it and he was gone 'Well that was odd...' she thought as she read the paper, a schedule. Jane moved quickly to her first class slightly afraid of the other people not knowing exactly what this new place was like.

Just as she had reached the class room her stomach growled loudly
"Christ! I forgot to eat.." she said. Jane decided it would be best to eat first and went in search of food which meant she wandered around aimlessly. After about fifteen minutes she decided it was useless and headed back towards the school building her attention drawn to the woods. While she stared at the woods and walked she saw Jeff not to far away and stopped sure he had seen her and ducked behind the building she had finally reached 'Dam..I thought I had more time..'she thought hoping he had not seen her.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: Lavinia Asa Lang Character Portrait: B.B Wolf Character Portrait: Jane Arkensaw (Jane the Killer)

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Jeff turns to B.B. “Hello Big Bad.” He said with a chuckle, it was a nick name and a bit of…well not an insult but it may be taken as one. His smile on his face as usual, though it was a closed lip smile…well as closed lip as Jeff could go. “Slendy did get me! Ha! I was this close to getting ol’ Slendy to fight me, I could beat him I know I can, last time was a tie… though he was short today…well tall but short. I have seen him really tall when we fought he was like a tree a very skinny pale well-dressed tree.” he says. “Can you blame me? The people here are just…so fun! I stab and stab and they don’t die! It is a challenge. I want to make them go to sleep.” He states with a chuckle.
“Oh I planned the tiniest amount I needed too. I now know where they keep my knife…I know where they will move it too as well. And I know where more knives are…lovely knives that can cut and carve. And they can’t possibly hide them all.” He explains. “But you are right, planning is wasted. Takes out a lot of the fun! Sure finding your next target is great, but once you find them you practically can kill them… in their sleep. They all just need to go to sleep!” he states firmly. “If the petition people annoy you so much kill them. Not so hard to do. Humans are easier to kill than some animals. Their whining and begging though get on my nerves… ‘oh please don’t kill me I have a family.’ Usually by the time I get to them their family is already dead, really I am doing them a favor.” he remarks with a cackle as he gives an open mouth smile, a smile that many found disturbing and for some it was the last thing they would see. At the mention of home, Jeff just shrugs, “You know I can’t even remember any of the names of the towns I have lived in? Like the one I was in when I was thirteen…I have no clue of it! HA! You think I would remember the neighborhood where I first killed was called.” He remarks with a shrug.
“At least they credit you for the killings! Did you know what they credited someone else for the second to last of my killings? They credited a copy cat! So I gave that copycat a big smile, across his neck…even if others don’t know I killed that one, well I do.” He says in a sing song voice with a laugh. At the mention of Jane he turns to him.
“Why would you hurt Jane? She is my friend. I made her pretty like me! Gave her family and friends smiles as well.” He remarks with a light frown, he really thought that he had helped her with what he did; the fighting he figured was just her way of saying thanks for such wonderful gifts! It was fun to fight her.
He turns to B.B. “Hey Big Bad. Ever after taking the pills feel…funny? Like a knot in your stomach or something?” he asks as he side steps one of the students walking towards him. If he had his knife he probably would have stabbed him. However his meds are starting to kick in so he is…a bit calmer now. “Eh…I don’t feel like going to class, I am gonna skip.” Jeff proclaims as he starts to head towards the woods, “I will check on Smile for you.” He comments to B.B. with what could be considered a wave.
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In the girls dorm building a letter could be seen on the table in front of Lavinia, however it was not there before. There was a simple wax seal on it that was a circle with an x through it. Inside the envelope was a class schedule, her dorm room, how to get there and an antique looking key. Also a note that said that this school had no cell phone reception or internet, if they needed things delivered they would be procured by other means. Her first class would be starting soon though of course she did have the option of exploring the grounds and seeing the other students if she wanted to skip that class. What was the worst that could happen? Out the window to the right of Lavinia there is a rustling as a white hoody clad boy walks to the woods nearby, and following him a girl with black hair in a turtleneck dress.
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Jeff walks into the woods as he frowns, he feels like someone is…following him, he had felt it when talking to B.B. but he had remained silent about it, hoping to lure the person into the woods. “Do you want to have a round two?” he asks a bit happily, thinking for a moment it was Slendy. “…No…no it isn’t him…his no eye stare is different.” He mutters as he whistles. A Dog with a human smile walks over to him as he kneels down and pets it. “Heya Smiles, who is a good boy?” he asks, sounding…oddly normal. More like his oldself, the Jeff who had just moved to that “Fancy” Neighborhood. And he hated it. “Hey Smiles, can you get me a knife?” he asks as Smiles just smiles at him. “Worth a shot.” He says with a shrug. “Now…if whoever is watching me can show themselves I would be happy. Or are you playing hide and seek? I am good at that game! If I find you can I make you go to sleep?” he shouts as he stands up, he had no knife on him but that didn’t matter most of the time. Sure he adored, no loved killing people with his knife, but he had killed without it…it wasn’t as fun but it got the job done.
“Should I count? Though you seem to be hidden already…Here I will count to three.” He says happily. “One, Two, Three. Ready or not here I come!” he says giving Smiles the ‘stay’ command as he picks up a thick branch.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: Lavinia Asa Lang Character Portrait: B.B Wolf Character Portrait: Jane Arkensaw (Jane the Killer)

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Jane had decided to follow Jeff and play out her plan. Hiding behind the wall of the building for a few moments before she started after him 'Ugh watching him converse with that other boy makes me sick..how could anyone ever like him..he needs to DIE!!' she thought angrily to herself but then felt a muttled feeling and calmed down a bit as the meds kicked in. Jane watched and listened intently to the boys talk and frowned under her mask as they spoke of killing 'Trust me Jeff we will have LOADS of fun when I catch you..'she thought then got another muttled feeling as it calmed her once more. She noticed a girl who saw her and ignored her for the moment intent on keeping up with Jeff and remaining unseen.

Jane had heard Jeff ramble on and on about his poor life and felt sick to her stomach happy to have her mask to conceal her face from the world as well as a wig that fit perfectly and rarely fell off. As she had become distracted in thought Jeff had gotten away Jane frowned and searched for him carefully. After searching around a building she saw him in the woods. Jane had been as stealthy as she could and thought she was in the clear as she watched Jeff with the dog. When she heard him ask his question she stopped but realized it wasn't directed to her exactly and his for a moment listening. Hearing him speak to the dog made Jane's heart break a little inside he sounded so normal at first but then he switched back to his killer only worried about a knife and she felt anger try to blaze and her stomach clench.

Jane froze as Jeff called her out she thought for a second 'Well now is the time I guess..'and readied herself. As Jeff reached rambled for a minute then started counting she got her footing and ran over her plan in her head once more 'You can do this Jane.'she thought quickly as he reached three. Jane stood still for a moment then stepped out from behind the tree a good seven feet from Jeff and put her hands up as if surrendering but stayed cautious and ready to fight if need be.
"Hello Jeff! I finally found you my dear friend!!" She said her voice cheerful and genuine as if she truly had missed him.

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Character Portrait: Jeff Character Portrait: Lavinia Asa Lang Character Portrait: B.B Wolf Character Portrait: Jane Arkensaw (Jane the Killer)

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#, as written by Damioa
B.B was taken back by what Jeff said. "You wouldn't get it I guess. I don't want to hurt her dumb dumb. You'd call it improving her killing desire. I never once used force on someone. Well.... At least not someone I wanted to change." He thought about the one girl who ended up becoming a serial killer after killer her stalker. She wasn't his best masterpiece, but she was a good first work of art. Another was this news anchorman, who murdered his hole family. That was a little hard for him to get someone to to do. While on his meds he couldn't even seem to fathom how he got the man to do that. Though he knew he could make someone want to kill him. Maybe that was what he really wanted. Nah, he thought to himself. "Anyways, I wouldn't do anything close to what you did for her," B.B said sarcastically. "I'm sure she's hell a happy with you for that gift of yours eye. Hehehe."

When the boy passed them both, B.B gave little notice to it, but part of him wanted to try to make Jeff flip out and kill that boy. However, it seemed both of them were too doped up to even want to raise a finger in thought of the boy and the both of them continued walking. As they walked in silence down the halls, Jeff next question made B.B think a little bit. "You know what mate, I sort of do have a small feeling in my stomach. It's mostly in my head though. Whenever I try to think of anything negative, or anything fun in our cases, my mind gets all foggy. I bet you the slender has it too. He has to have it worse than me. I'm not even sure how he retains his power. Unless... Unless he likes watching all of us suffer. What and anus. How could he be happy with just that?"

He stopped talking, in case his loud thoughts could be heard. When Jeff said that he was going to check on B.B's dog, the boy had no qualms with it. They wouldn't let him see his dog, but once a week, so as a sort of gift, or so they say, Jeff can look after him during the week days. B.B. didn't really care all that much. The dog could come to him through the shadows of the night if he was able to stay up. Though, the meds. It always came down to the meds. B.B. had to find a way to stop the feeling of the meds, but how could he when Slender was behind every..... corner.

"Nice. So you knew I was gonna skip class to go back to my room aye? Or did you think I would go back to the library to read up on history. What do you want? I ain't got all day."

The man in front of him had no face. Nor did he look alive, but he moved like he was a psychologically deranged man. Giving him a piece of paper, the man left as soon as he came. B.B. never had any words or fists traded with the slender on, but he didn't like him all the same. He only liked Jeff so far, but there was only so much fun he could have with another prisoner. Though, events like what happened the day before were interesting and kept time moving forward, that wasn't B.B.'s goal in life. No. His goal was to show humanity just how ugly they actually were. No. Not ugly. However, he did see them all as beast. It was true though. He'd seen it with his own eyes. Even shown it to other people. At night, when you think your eyes are playing tricks on you. Look in the mirror. You'll see a beast, and that beast will be you.

Ugh. I gotta snap out of this. What's with this paper now?

Looking at the contents of the paper, B.B's eye's grew wider with anticipation. His red devilish eyes that hid behind his black bangs glowed with life that hadn't been in them since before the incident with that defect. "So, if I make sure this person is okay, I might be able to see what happens when a calm ship meets a polar ice cap. Well, he sure knows how to gain my loyalty. I swear on my mother if I'm not apart of it, this place would be enough to make the sanest man shed his skin."

It was like a loud thought, the way he talked, but it meant much much more than that. It was basically giving his word, and for people like him, their words were their bond. He couldn't break it. All he had to do was watch an egg boil and help make sure it didn't crack. Hell, a baby could do that. He proceeded to the front of the school, where he was sure someone would come. If not, he wouldn't wait for long. Maybe he'd see what that smell was that went after Jeff. Though now, he was patient. Meeting a new person would prove fun in either environment, though the fact that he was considerably tired from his meds, he'd rather not walk through the woods. Even if he did go, he wouldn't make it far. He'd be damned if he was going to use his one dog day today. So, to some up all his thoughts, he decided to sit by the front steps of the school and wait. He was sure, something would happen sooner or later.

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Jeff turns at the familiar voice, a genuine smile on his face as he spies Jane. “Jane! There you are I was wondering if you find me again. I was afraid that without a trail of bodies to follow you wouldn’t find me.” He explains.
“You are as pretty as the last time I saw you, I see you are still wearing the wig and mask I gave you. Sorry that you don’t naturally look as good as me, again didn’t have any alcohol…and gasoline just doesn’t seem to do the job correctly…” he offers with a shrug as he takes a step towards her, as if greeting an old friend of his, and that is what he thought Jane was, a friend. Sure he had killed her family and set her on fire, but he had made her pretty! He had helped her out.
“Hey did you get my flowers I sent? Really sorry about messing up. I know you got the other gifts, after all you are wearing them!” he comments with a laugh. “Are you going to this school now? Oof must have caught you too. Oh well I am kind of glad you are here now, after all you are my friend right? There are others like us here too, so it isn’t all bad…after all they are a challenge, a fun one. Not those lame ones like Rubik’s cubes. Make us take sooo many drugs though as punishment for getting ‘caught’.” He explains with a snort, branch still in his hand.
“They took my knife too! That is what really gets to me, they let some of the others keep their weapons, but me? Noooo the big guy in charge took it away. All for Slendy and me getting in a fight that was witnessed. Not like we let those witnesses live.” He comments with a chuckle, “So are we going to play a game like we have done before? Or did they take your knife as well?” he asks with a tilt of his head as he tries to spot her knife before he turns to Smiles, giving the dog a pat on his head. “Cause if they have we can wait. It wouldn’t be right for us to play without them. If you want I can show you around the school ground.”

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