LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH THIS

LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH THIS 😍😍😍

hi hi 🖤 I LOVE ur jeff au do u have like a summary of his story maybe? Or like little facts and hcs ? 🖤🩶🖤🩶

SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LATE I BURNT OUT but we're back! and I have much more about jeff in my AU of him, so here we go!!

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Who IS Jeff?

He is 23 years old.

He is tall, prolly taller than you.

He has a large frame.

He is a proxy of Slenderman.

Is he strong? Yes, but most of it comes from his size + proxy powers.

Anemic, Sjögren's syndrome, white leathery skin, chronic open facial wounds, (you know the ones). Lack of facial hair due to reconstructive facial surgery as a kid.

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He has manic episodes that can be triggered by things, events, situations, etc.

Has many traits of ASD, ADHD, and OCD.

He has a comfort object, which is his beloved iconic kitchen knife, the same one that saved him as a kid.

He can be narcissistic at times.

He has personality switches, he's overall unpredictable.

Confrontational, argumentative, will immediately start yelling, inconsiderate usually, self-absorbed, controlling, insane, obsessive, mood swings, violent, apathetic, enigmatic, stubborn, self-righteous, meh.

He is a gamer, but he can't game often because he usually ends up destroying either the controller, the console/computer, or the monitor/screen. And has to bargain tooth and nail to get replacements from Ben.

He's a slob. But he does brush his teeth, gotta have that pretty smile.

His hair being flat at the top with random strands poking out is a byproduct of it being unkempt, and very greasy.. do not recommend smelling his bedsheets. Or breathing when he walks by. Sleep schedule? The fuck is that?

------------- more positive traits

Dogs best friend, he's tolerant of animals.

Loves the Jackass movies.

Man of his word. He's very confident in general.

Prides himself on hunting people, he considers himself just a regular hunter/hunting enthusiast. But.. Y'know.. ;\

He actually carries in that department, the others put up with him a lot of the time because they don't have to pull their weight of kills thanks to him, and Smile, of course. Jeff is a very different person when Smile is around, much more approachable and even a bit more outgoing.

Smile gets away with a lot because of Jeff, like tracking blood and dirt and shit everywhere in the house, being on the couches, etc. But she can be bribed around situations usually with a dog treat.

He's also one of the few bold enough to talk back at authoritive figures like slender himself.

Strong sense of justice, which can either be good or bad. But he sure does act on it.

Love makes him feel the most human, but he also hates sentimental moments, and people in general. Soo good luck with that. Be my guest if you want to torture yourself trying to get past all of his walls.

He don't discriminate, he hates everyone equally <3 He is more in the straight department, but he doesn't really dwell on labels so it's whatever.

If he's into you, that is a whole new side of Jeff you have the privilege of meeting, lucky you! Same goes for if he has a squish. But again he's not one really motivated for friendship.

There's a lot more to be established down the line, but I'll cut it off here for now :) -------

Who WAS Jeff?

He was 12

He lived in the suburbs with a mother, father, and younger brother.

It happened 3 weeks after moving into the new ranch style house on a cul-de-sac.

A 'troubled' kid, prone to outbursts. A loner kids usually pitied.

Jeff The Killer: Stuck by Blood

My alternate JTK origin story! (part one as per the title)

One summer afternoon, one of the neighbors hosted a 'welcome' barbeque in their own front lawn, a few houses down, to which his parents and little brother all attended. But Jeff, being the little loner he was/is, stayed behind in the house, putting clean dishes away as per request of his mother. (he didn't have to do it right then, but he thought he might as well get it over with while the house is quiet.) The front door of his house had a broken screen door, and it being a cool afternoon, the house was left with a few windows open, including the front door. The front screen door was initially slammed shut in a way it would stick if not touched, doing its job of being a bug barrier. However it was not a barrier to the rabid stray husky/wolfdog mix that wandered to the door from behind the house, from the forest. All it took was a little nose bump for the screen door to become unstuck, and creak open enough for it to walk through.

Jeff was wiping off a kitchen knife when he spotted the mangey beast walking into view from the counter. And froze. He wasn't a fool, he knew how dangerous dogs could be. And this one looked like a fucking zombie, foaming at the mouth. The dog lunged and tackled Jeff to the ground, his knife clattering a ways behind him. It's hard to wrestle a dog off of your body when its teeth are clamped onto your face, ripping skin and muscle tissues off where ever it could sink its teeth, hook and then tear. Unwrapping him like he was made of tissue paper. Jeff couldn't even get an arm between its face and his. But before it moved down to his neck, Jeff made a swipe behind him and palmed the handle of the kitchen knife. And he wasted no time putting every adrenaline filled flex of muscle in his body into swinging the blade up under the side of the dog, plunging it all the way in, and twisting it, taking it out, plunging, twisting.. It finally pulled back at the fourth. wailing desperate cries, as it scampered over his and its own blood, scrambling back out the open door and into the veil of the forest. Liu was then moments later sent to check up on Jeff, and upon entering the scene before him, shrieking for dear fucking life, brought their parents, and some neighbors to the scene. They moved here, they came all this way, to start a new. Before the move, he was expelled from his old school, and for being a hell of a bully. But he was ready to change, he was in middle school now, he wanted to turn a new leaf, not be surrounded by eggshells for other people, he wanted to be someone his parents could be proud of, he wanted to be a big brother, looking out for Liu. And oh, he was doing so well. He was passed out, he looked unrecognizable. They did the best they could in the ER and with what facial reconstruction they could afford. They had to do a whole separate one for his eyes. If there was one thing Jeff didn't want to be anymore, going by his past school experience, was feared. But now, it doesn't even matter. It's ruined, he's ruined. His face, and his trust, no one would ever look at him again without an ounce of fear, or pity, or disgust, or some mix of the such. Eventually, school began once again, and it was bitterly how he expected, and now he always was tense, and confused, but so very angry. When he felt eyes on him, when people looked at him with that blank face. It's like he wore a mask of the devil, a mask he could not take off. And he constantly paid the price by the eyes of all who see him, see it. He doesn't need a mirror, he has the faces people make when they see him. Where's his nose? Where're his eyebrows? His eyes are terrifying. What's wrong with his cheeks, his lips?

Don't they realize? Don't they fucking realize how annoying they are? The audacity they all have, to react to something about him out of his control. He was too quick to feel like an outcast because of it, and so, he acted like one, and so, he was treated like one. Prophecy fulfillment, if you will. And his life carried on like this to the age of 14. With only one last reason to keep it all together, his little brother, Liu. Who no matter what looked up to him, seeked his advice, his company, nothing could ever change that. Liu was never scared of Jeff, even when he lashed out at home, he would be the one to bring dinner to his room, talk about his day, convince mom to let him have his phone back early, Liu was a diamond in the rough. Jeff never, ever expected however, to be the subject of abuse from other kids in his own grade. He saw it all one day, while suspended from school for throwing a chair at someone. Liu was standing out front, where the other cul-de-sac kids and himself would wait for the bus. Jeff was busy coming down from an episode, bloody scissors in one hand, the other hand gripping the edge of the counter, he cut his cheeks open, from the corners of his mouth. It wasn't that bad, in the sense that he couldn't really feel it thanks to unrepaired nerve damage. He could feel the way cool air would be on his gums and teeth, even if he closed his mouth. He felt new, in control. He then went to the kitchen to get a first aid kit, he didn't want to bleed all over the house, AGAIN. But something caught his eye from out the window, where he saw the usual group of kids waiting for the bus. First it was yelling. Then, it was shoving. Then, it was going through his backpack, holding him back as two others let its contents spill on the ground. They all wore their hoodies up, were they..... Pretending to be Jeff? Liu was held face to face with one of them, some more talking it would seem, Then it looked like Liu spat in the other boys face. That got a chuckle out of Jeff as he watched from a window. Liu then got punched in the face. Rage. Rage like never before. His eyes locked on the scuffle through the kitchen window, his hand swiped that very knife from the knife block, and in one swift motion left through the front door, slamming shut behind him. His pace was fast, and the bullies had their back turned, except for one.. But it was too late. His eyes shut. And then, they open. But he does not understand what he sees. Or feels, he is in a cold, cold forest, siting against a tree, covered in leaflitter. Even as he slowly rose to his feet, the leaves stayed on him, and he peeled one off of the front of his shirt, ah. Stuck by blood. His own? He calmly takes a moment standing there ignoring the multiple pangs of pain he felt all over his body, recalling the past events albeit difficult. He saw Liu being attacked by other school kids, he went to take care of it. ..Take care of it?

Yes, the knife. Jeff gasps, patting himself down, and realizing his knife was carelessly tucked into his hoodie pocket, it's caked in sticky blood upon taking it out. He starts to remember little things, the feel of the blade pushing deep into the shoulder of another, and then in the chest of another, and another, another.. The sounds of shrieks, sobs, bloody screams and pleas. The smell of iron, and sweat, and crisp autumn morning air. The feeling of nails clawing at your face, neck, wrists, the blows made to your ribs, and legs.. And it was until his brother Liu came between him and one of the last standing bullies, does he stop. He almost shared his fate as well, if the call out of his name didn't snap him out of it. Bolted, a B-line for the tree line, he doesn't know how long he was running but it hurt his feet to stand on them. Before he is able to process any emotion, the world around him became impossibly quiet. Completely silent. As he then felt a presence. --------------------- part 2 later, if dis gets any attention lmao------

JEFF THE KILLER GENERAL HEADCANONS

(mentions of SH!)

• He has extremely violent mood swings. He goes between acting like a tantrumming child, to completely mute constantly. It’s almost impossible to navigate these changes. He also goes through frequent phases of mutism, nobody has ever known why. This started in early childhood.

• He has always been violent from a very early age. But he holds a certain kind of innocence, the kind you see in a child’s eyes when they’re burning ants with a magnifying glass. He doesn’t really understand what he’s doing, he never has. He isolates himself from the rest of society, and doesn’t really believe anyone else is of importance.

• In my AU , he was never set on fire by bullies but rather disfigured as a child due to an accident. Much of his resentment comes from being treated like as if he wasn’t human most of his life. Carving the smile was a way to regain control during a mental break. The only thing that’s human about him is his insecurity. He often covers his scars up as much as possible. Although he recuts his smile often.

• He’s very insecure about being small, he’s shorter than most men his age (he’s 17 in my AU) and hates being viewed as a child. His features are all around very childish or “feminine”. This a great source of insecurity that he is extremely sensitive too. The tiniest mention of it could set him off into violence.

• As I mentioned previously, he often has outbursts that resemble a tantrumming child. Throwing fits in complete solitude, often containing screaming, wailing and creating welts and bruises on his body. This is very common and often results in him going to sleep aching and red faced, then repeating the cycle the next morning.

• He’s most definitely not straight, possibly not even attracted to women in the slightest. Although this is entirely repressed due to trauma from being bullied as a young child due to his differences and less stereotypical “masculine” looks.

• He’s alone more often than not, he doesn’t have any friends, partially because he hates being around people, and partially because he never learned how to make friends. He doesn’t need them, he doesn’t need anyone.

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can you tell who my favorite character is?

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