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Eheheh
Jeff stuff i made, been a while tumblr, missed ya <3
The first is just a drawing i did and the second is digital with ✨spice✨
Eheheh
Jeff stuff i made, been a while tumblr, missed ya <3
The first is just a drawing i did and the second is digital with ✨spice✨
Jeff after a long day of 'work'. Thats totally not blood, he works at fast foor restaurant and the ketchup bottle exploded- (he went stabby mode)
Another one-
He do be tired, lol. Or sad-
And this-
Well, its my AU and stuff. I cant post it right here bc i hadnt figured it out as a whole, but here's something.
In this AU, Jeff is an illegal father of this kid called Luca. He takes him in as a baby (had to talk to Liu first since he lives with him) and raises him as his own.
This drawing is basically a nightmare Papa Jeff had.. And thats one of his biggest fears.
I do my art in black and white, occasionally put a colour here and there.
Im aware that the art is not that good, but idgaf
Drew Jeff once more, lol.
Also, have Raccoon Jeff too
and this is my refrence
Its so silly :3
This was made a bit fast, but this my Jeff interp with the Stasy interp.
Jeff caught her stealing his stuff (like the hoodie shes wearing)
Stasy is a teen in my interpretation AU.
So Jeff looks like a scolding father XD
Also have this. Decided to draw Jeff with Nina, hehe :3
Proud of it, ngl.
I can arta
Sometimes-
INTERPRETATION AU LORE TIMEEE
Tw: mentions of blood, murder and death
"When was this file made?"
The young detective asked, looking up at the older gentleman in front of him, who was sitting at his desk that was full of papers and filed reports of different people. The young detectives dark brown eyes locked with his, waiting for him to answer. His head tilted to the side slightly, becoming more curious of the file.
"It was not so long ago.. A few months ago, actually."
The older man replied, shifting in his chair slightly. The man then took the cup of coffee that was on his desk and took a small sip, looking down for a moment before looking back up at the young detective. He placed the cup back on his desk in silence, then got up from the chair and walked towards the younger man.
"He's been giving us trouble for years now, ever since.."
He trailed off, looking down to the file that he gave to the young detective. His gaze was on the picture that was taped to the file, staring at the scarred face of the man he has been dealing with for over a decade now. The man seemed to go to his own world, the surroundings starting to disappear as his eyes were glued to the picture. He quickly was brought back to his senses as he felt a slight nudge to his side, brushing it off as he started to walk away from the young man, going to the window.
"I'm sure you already know."
He turned his eyes away from the young detective and looked outside the window, looking into he outside world.
"Yeah.. I know. He's the reason I wanted to be a detective.. his case is.. interesting."
The young detective spoke, his gaze lowering to the file once more.
The older man sighed, his body slightly shifting once more. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, slowly closing it the moment after. It was clear he wanted to comment on the younger mans words, but he decided not to. But it was clear that he started his work with the same reason, yet it has been stressful and hard since the start.
He.. they finally had Jeff in their grasp. A slip up happened and he killed half of the task force and escaped. Jeff Hodek was clearly a strong and smart individual, since he got out so fast and he managed to go through security. The older man thinks Jeff wasn't working alone, though the camera's can't lie. The footage of his escape still on his mind ever since he saw it. And he started to question is Jeff even is human anymore.
"Sir. Do you think we could.." The young detective trailed off for a moment, but then continued. "..catch him once and for all one day?"
The older man sighed.
"In all honesty, Daniel.. I have no idea."
He paused for a moment, turning to face the young detective.
"I've been working on his case for 15 years now.. and I finally caught him a few months back. And he-"
He stopped himself from continuing for a moment, hesitantly speaking once more. His voice was slightly softer now, almost like a whisper, a small frown on his face.
"He killed 10 people while escaping. One of them was my son, Ethan."
He spoke the last few words shakily, clearly emotional of the topic of his now deceased son. The man took a moment to compose himself, though there was a glint of sadness in his eyes, and the younger detective knew that his grief gave more pressure onto him. It only made his mental health worse, but it made him more determined to catch Jeff and put him behind bars.
"My condolences, sir. I'm sure he's in a better place now. And.. I'm sure well give Ethan some justice.."
Daniel said the last few words with a slight smile, trying to reassure and comfort his grieving co-worker.. even give him a little hope. The older man nodded, smiling slightly as well.
"You're right.. We can't lose hope now."
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Daniel walked along the trail, going back to the warmth of his own home. He had his work bag with him, containing the files he had got from the older detective, dressed in a black coat letting its warmth sink in as the outside temperature wasn't quite nice.. cold and windy, typical autumn weather in these parts.
It was a busy night, people walking along with him going back to their homes, or going to a night shift job.
He just continued to walk, his eyes peered ahead, the grip on the bag was tight, making sure it was secure. He sighed to himself, his legs becoming slightly shaky from the tiredness he felt after a long day. But he continued to walk until his eyes lit up from seeing his house. He smiled tiredly, walking up to the front door, placing his hand in the pocket of his coat, taking out the front door key. He unlocked the door, quickly going inside and locked it once more. You can never be too careful.
He placed the bag on the floor for a moment, so he can take his coat off, hanging it on the coat rack on his left. He took the bag once more, walking into his home office so he could place them in a safer place, putting the files into the drawers. He took a last look at Jeff's file, looking at the same picture his older co-worker stared at, then placed it in the drawer with the rest.
He took out another key and locked the drawers as well. And after that, made sure the rest of the door and windows were secured, before going to bed.
He slipped under the covers, moving his body around to find a comfortable position, then slowly drifted to sleep.
•○●---------------------◇----------------------●○•
"Young detective, Daniel Miller, was found dead in his home this morning at 5 am. The police was called after his neighbor, who wishes to stay anonymous, heard screaming coming from Daniel's home. As his house was inspected, it was believed he had been murdered by an individual whos is believed to be the missing female teenager Nina Hopkins. The anonymous neighbor told the police that he saw someone Nina's description running down the street as he got outside to wait for the police, and they have sworn they saw her covered in blood. Investigators believe that Nina was looking for someone's file, since Daniel's office looked quite destroyed, files thrown around everywhere. One particular fie was found 100 yards away from the murder scene, the file of our well known man that we dubbed 'The Killer', splattered in blood."
The reporter spoke as she stood in front of Daniel's home, looking into the camera and spoke into the microphone in her normal gruffy voice. She raised her brow, shifting slightly.
"The question is.. why did she kill him?.. Why did she need 'The Killers' file?.. what was she planning and why did she run away?"
She paused, glancing at Daniel's house for a moment before she spoke once more.
"If you have any information that could help with the case, please contact the police as soon as possible. My condolences to the Miller family.. may this poor young man rest in peace."
"I'm Rebecca Moore, and this was Sunny News."
Reblogging this bc it took me 3 and a half hours to write. I hope yall be reading this bc im not that good of a writter but i worked hard on this 👍
INTERPRETATION AU LORE TIMEEE
Tw: mentions of blood, murder and death
"When was this file made?"
The young detective asked, looking up at the older gentleman in front of him, who was sitting at his desk that was full of papers and filed reports of different people. The young detectives dark brown eyes locked with his, waiting for him to answer. His head tilted to the side slightly, becoming more curious of the file.
"It was not so long ago.. A few months ago, actually."
The older man replied, shifting in his chair slightly. The man then took the cup of coffee that was on his desk and took a small sip, looking down for a moment before looking back up at the young detective. He placed the cup back on his desk in silence, then got up from the chair and walked towards the younger man.
"He's been giving us trouble for years now, ever since.."
He trailed off, looking down to the file that he gave to the young detective. His gaze was on the picture that was taped to the file, staring at the scarred face of the man he has been dealing with for over a decade now. The man seemed to go to his own world, the surroundings starting to disappear as his eyes were glued to the picture. He quickly was brought back to his senses as he felt a slight nudge to his side, brushing it off as he started to walk away from the young man, going to the window.
"I'm sure you already know."
He turned his eyes away from the young detective and looked outside the window, looking into he outside world.
"Yeah.. I know. He's the reason I wanted to be a detective.. his case is.. interesting."
The young detective spoke, his gaze lowering to the file once more.
The older man sighed, his body slightly shifting once more. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, slowly closing it the moment after. It was clear he wanted to comment on the younger mans words, but he decided not to. But it was clear that he started his work with the same reason, yet it has been stressful and hard since the start.
He.. they finally had Jeff in their grasp. A slip up happened and he killed half of the task force and escaped. Jeff Hodek was clearly a strong and smart individual, since he got out so fast and he managed to go through security. The older man thinks Jeff wasn't working alone, though the camera's can't lie. The footage of his escape still on his mind ever since he saw it. And he started to question is Jeff even is human anymore.
"Sir. Do you think we could.." The young detective trailed off for a moment, but then continued. "..catch him once and for all one day?"
The older man sighed.
"In all honesty, Daniel.. I have no idea."
He paused for a moment, turning to face the young detective.
"I've been working on his case for 15 years now.. and I finally caught him a few months back. And he-"
He stopped himself from continuing for a moment, hesitantly speaking once more. His voice was slightly softer now, almost like a whisper, a small frown on his face.
"He killed 10 people while escaping. One of them was my son, Ethan."
He spoke the last few words shakily, clearly emotional of the topic of his now deceased son. The man took a moment to compose himself, though there was a glint of sadness in his eyes, and the younger detective knew that his grief gave more pressure onto him. It only made his mental health worse, but it made him more determined to catch Jeff and put him behind bars.
"My condolences, sir. I'm sure he's in a better place now. And.. I'm sure well give Ethan some justice.."
Daniel said the last few words with a slight smile, trying to reassure and comfort his grieving co-worker.. even give him a little hope. The older man nodded, smiling slightly as well.
"You're right.. We can't lose hope now."
•○●---------------------◇----------------------●○•
Daniel walked along the trail, going back to the warmth of his own home. He had his work bag with him, containing the files he had got from the older detective, dressed in a black coat letting its warmth sink in as the outside temperature wasn't quite nice.. cold and windy, typical autumn weather in these parts.
It was a busy night, people walking along with him going back to their homes, or going to a night shift job.
He just continued to walk, his eyes peered ahead, the grip on the bag was tight, making sure it was secure. He sighed to himself, his legs becoming slightly shaky from the tiredness he felt after a long day. But he continued to walk until his eyes lit up from seeing his house. He smiled tiredly, walking up to the front door, placing his hand in the pocket of his coat, taking out the front door key. He unlocked the door, quickly going inside and locked it once more. You can never be too careful.
He placed the bag on the floor for a moment, so he can take his coat off, hanging it on the coat rack on his left. He took the bag once more, walking into his home office so he could place them in a safer place, putting the files into the drawers. He took a last look at Jeff's file, looking at the same picture his older co-worker stared at, then placed it in the drawer with the rest.
He took out another key and locked the drawers as well. And after that, made sure the rest of the door and windows were secured, before going to bed.
He slipped under the covers, moving his body around to find a comfortable position, then slowly drifted to sleep.
•○●---------------------◇----------------------●○•
"Young detective, Daniel Miller, was found dead in his home this morning at 5 am. The police was called after his neighbor, who wishes to stay anonymous, heard screaming coming from Daniel's home. As his house was inspected, it was believed he had been murdered by an individual whos is believed to be the missing female teenager Nina Hopkins. The anonymous neighbor told the police that he saw someone Nina's description running down the street as he got outside to wait for the police, and they have sworn they saw her covered in blood. Investigators believe that Nina was looking for someone's file, since Daniel's office looked quite destroyed, files thrown around everywhere. One particular fie was found 100 yards away from the murder scene, the file of our well known man that we dubbed 'The Killer', splattered in blood."
The reporter spoke as she stood in front of Daniel's home, looking into the camera and spoke into the microphone in her normal gruffy voice. She raised her brow, shifting slightly.
"The question is.. why did she kill him?.. Why did she need 'The Killers' file?.. what was she planning and why did she run away?"
She paused, glancing at Daniel's house for a moment before she spoke once more.
"If you have any information that could help with the case, please contact the police as soon as possible. My condolences to the Miller family.. may this poor young man rest in peace."
"I'm Rebecca Moore, and this was Sunny News."
"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
Person: My version of Jeff would've bullied Nina if he met her.
Me: mischievous laughter
Jeff erased her from the planet-
"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
"Calm"
More lore, lol
finally something more normal, wholesome :3
He was stared down upon by the big creature as he slept, his chest rising and falling as he did so. He looked peaceful, and yet the demonic looking being decided to break that peace. It got closer to his sleeping form, getting on top of the bed as it loomed in front of him.
"Wake up.."
The deep demonic voice echoed inside his ears and head as he lied on the bed, not covered by any blanket or sheet. The voice was surprisingly calm as it spoke, as the man continued to move around on the bed as he kept his hood on his head, preventing the sunlight from hitting his face, though he was sweating from the heat.
"I said.. wake up, you foolish man!"
The voice barked at him, echoing in his mind once more.
The man groaned as he sat up, taking off his hood and revealing his scarred and disfigured face to look at the demonic being in from of him. The large red malnourished looking hellhound grinned widely from seeing him awake, it's four lantern like eyes fixated on the man as they glowed in an eerie way. It let out a pleased bark and wagged it's tail. The man yawned and stretched, his bones cracking slightly. Jeff then got up as the dog stretched as well, seemingly mimicking his actions. He chuckles and pat's Smile Dog's head, making it's ears raise up, the grin on it's face remaining.
"Have you had your rest, Jeffrey?"
The demon dog asked as it tilted it's head, now trying to read his mind to get the answer. The creature shows friendliness, so it took him aback slightly, but brushed it off the moment after. Jeff smiled slightly, his scars twitching as it heard a single word coming from his mind, a simple 'yes'. Smile Dog wagged it's tail in joy, once more pleased, making Jeff chuckle.
This routine has been happening for a while now: Jeff goes to kill someone, the Smile Dog appears to keep him company while he takes care of the body or it just eats the corpse while Jeff has his back turned, they walk home together, Luca plays with it or they all sit in the living room and watch Tv. Well, the humans do, Smile isn't interested in the things they watch, especially when Luca watches his shows. The other residence, or Liu and Luca, are unaware of the kind of creature Smile Dog actually is, but it's the best to stay a secret since both of them are two innocent souls.
This isn't some kind of an owner-dog relationship, no, this was actually more like two allies. Smile Dog is not to be seen as some pet, because its a powerful demonic being in a form of a dog, a hellhound, who yearns for human energy and flesh. And Jeff knew that ever since it revealed it's true form.
Jeff walked away from his bed, walking into the closet to put on fresh clothes. He took off his hoodie and shorts, putting on normal boxers without putting on a shirt, washing his face, waking up some more, and then walked back in his room, where Smile Dog was lying on the floor, now in it's normal dog looking form as it panted from the heat. The windows in the room were all opened, and yet it was hot as hell. He sighed and opened the door, motioning for his hellhound ally to follow him as he walked out of his room. Smile soon followed him, still panting heavily.
Liu and Luca were in the living room, Luca watching the morning cartoons as Liu scrolled through his phone, just going through the news at a site. They took their attention to Jeff and Smile once the two appeared from the hallway, Luca smiling brightly at them.
"Good morning papa!"
Luca said, sounding so innocent and joyful. Jeff smiled and waved as the dog walked up to the young boy, starting to lick his face as it wagged its tail. The boy giggled and pet the husky, still smiling brightly. Smile then sat next to Luca on the couch, laying its head on Luca's lap as the boy continued to pet him.
"Good morning to you too Smile!"
As Luca stopped watching the TV as started to take his attention to Smile, Liu turned off his phone and waved at his brother as Jeff waved once more back.
"We let you sleep a bit longer, so we had breakfast without you, but we saved some food." Liu said with a chuckle, removing his fogged up glasses to swipe with a small cloth. He then placed them back as he watched his brother nod and go to the kitchen, disappearing after he walked off.
Jeff entered the kitchen and spotted the plate of pancakes that were waiting for him on the table, a fork, knife and a glass of water there as well. He sat down and cut the pancakes in pieces so he could eat more easier and started to eat.
As he ate, Smile walked into the kitchen and started to drink from the bowl it had, hydrating. Jeff chuckled, watching Smile as it drank it's water. He was enjoying the sound it was making from drinking it, somehow. He always loved animals, even though Smile isn't even considered an animal, even as a hellhound. Smile finished drinking and lied on the cold kitchen tiles, cooling itself off.
"I hate summer. It's hot.. too hot."
It was slightly ironic, for a hellhound to be hot in this weather, since it was supposed to be used to the heat. But it wasn't wrong, it was hot both inside and outside. Normal Texas weather, right? 'No shit.' Jeff thought, making Smile perk up and read his mind. Smiled growled slightly at his comment, but then chose to ignore it and lower it's head, going back to just lying down.
When Jeff finished, he drank the water from the glass, tilting his head backwards so he wouldn't make a mess from his cut scars on his mouth, who were causing him to lose some on of the water he tries to drink at times. Tilting the head backwards helps him greatly. He then placed the dished in the dishwasher and just walked back to the living room, sitting on the couch with his son and brother.
Liu was flipping through the channels with the remote, sitting with his legs crossed. He then chose a random channel that played movies, an old horror movie playing on the screen. Luca sat closer to them both, now sitting the middle of his dad and uncle. Both Luca and Jeff's attention went to the movie and they watched it together, Luca holding onto Jeff just in case a scene unfolded that he wasn't comfortable with. Jeff felt his body relax and let out a content sigh, wrapping one of his arms around his son, making sure he felt safe, his gaze softening slightly as he glanced down at him, giving Luca's head a gentle kiss. He then turned his gaze back at the movie that was being played.
Liu watched the cute scene unfold beside him, looking at them both in awe, chuckling as he took his gaze back to the screen, now watching the movie as well.
The movie was a good distraction from the heat, it was nice for them to bond together as well. A normal calm day, a break for Jeff, from the violence he causes, a break for Liu and his job, and just a nice thing to do once in a while. It made them seem like a normal family, like it didn't have a mentally ill scarred man that commits murder every once in a while, like he didn't have a secret hellhound for an ally. Just a normal family, yep.
Smile appeared once more, panting slightly, sitting on the floor beside the couch. It lied down and closed it's eyes, taking a nap as the other three continued to watch the movie. Luca was clinging himself to his father, who was watching the movie with a wide grin as everything unfolded, Liu staring at the screen, seemingly unfazed by everything that was happening in the movie.
It was a peaceful day for the Hodek family. A good day to relax and it was just not a day to rush anything and to just lie around, cool off and hang out with each other.
Just a nice, normal day with a nice, normal family. Right?
Casually gives Jeff a dress
Hes so pretty! Stunning ✨
"Soldier"
MORE LOREEEEE
Tw: Blood, gore, violence
One single man.
It's one single man, and yet he's surrounded by ten members of the task force of police, sitting quietly, cuffs wrapped around his wrists.
The ten people stood around him, in all gear, from uniform to their weapons, from their masks to their bulletproof vests. Covered head to toe, as the cuffed up man was sitting their in only a bloody white hoodie and jeans, his blonde hair hanging loose and his gaze down to the floor slightly hunched over. He was seemingly deep in thought, contemplating things silently.
There wasn't a word spoken between anyone, all of the members standing there like soldiers as Jeff didn't move an inch from where he sat, the silence eerie.
Suddenly, one of the younger members walked over to another, shifting his gaze off from the man to whisper in his colleagues ear. He made sure to be quiet, but it seemed that the cuffed man somehow heard it, perking up to look at the young member in the eyes, his green ones locked with the member's. He knew what he heard, it was about his apearense. It always has been. But he couldn't protest, he couldn't speak. He just continued to stare until it became too intense for the young man, and looked away from him.
'He doesn't know what he got himself into.' Jeff thought, looking at every task force member afterwards. 'They all don't..' He was aware by the fact that this job is serious for them, since they placed themselves in danger every day, like he was thought to when he was young and under his fathers wing.
"The hell you staring at, freak?"
One of the task force members spoke up, making Jeff's eyes shift to them, now looking at them more coldly than he did with the others. It was another young man, resting his back on the wall for support with his arms crossed as he stared back at Jeff, almost like a glare. Jeff's gaze lowered to the name tag, which said 'Ethan V.'
Jeff didn't respond, of course, since he just couldn't, his scars twitching as he clenched his hands in frustration. The young man didn't seem as professional as the others, especially by the way he had spoken to him. He just sighed and looked back down.
Ethan's father is part of the station, a valuable and one of the important members there. His family is known for that, everyone in town knew who they were and what they did. It was the reason he joined the task force, to impress his father, maybe become better than him in some kind of way. But the 'fame' got to Ethan, and now he's just some guy with a big ego, acting like he's the boss of the task force group, like he's better than anyone. And his father does not know his treatment towards the other members..
"Hellooo, freak show! I'm talking to you!"
Ethan took a step forward with his fist clenched, soon stopped by one of the other members. A woman, older then Ethan but younger than Jeff, just standing in front of Ethan, a blank look on her face. She shook her head and then spoke.
"He can't talk. We don't know how we'll communicate with him." She said, shifting her body slightly as he took a glance at the cuffed man, her gaze softening slightly. "Not yet, at least.."
The task force members teeth clenched as he heard the woman speak, now glaring at her. He thought for a moment, before he spoke in a more irritated, overreacting tone.
"Are you taking his side?"
"What? No! I-"
SLAP
The sound was loud enough to make everybody tense up, just staring at what just happened. The woman stood there in shock, now holding her cheek, that was slapped the second before. Jeff let out a low growl, getting up and stood in from of the young man, still cuffed, just glaring at him. He was fuming with rage, looming over the disrespectful strike force member. How could he have done that to the poor woman? What did she do to deserve such harsh treatment?
No one stopped Jeff from walking up to Ethan, they were either too shocked and frozen to intervene, or just wanted to see what might happen between the two. Jeff just stood there, glaring at him like some angry eagle who was ready to fight it's opponent, attack its prey. One member got the courage to step forward and stand close to them, to make sure nothing worse happens between the two, as well as making sure the woman was alright.
Ethen was taken aback by his sudden movement, and could only stare back, surprised by his intimidating stare. He went silent now, his body slowly getting shivers as the stare continued between the two. It really shut him up, didn't it?
Jeff stood there for another few seconds, before he turned away from Ethen, his gaze shifting towards the young woman, who just standing there, in some kind of both shock and sadness. The cuffed man tilted his head and pointed towards her, as if to ask if she was alright. When she realized what he meant by his movements, she nodded.
"Yeah.."
She said simply, feeling her body relax as her gaze lowered to the ground, clearly still in a bit of shock from the cruel slap. He took a mental note of it all, then walked back to his previous seat, sitting down and hunching over, looking down at he ground once more. Ethan moved to the corner of the room, not saying a word, embarrassed by the fact that he was frightened by a single glare from the man.
The other's were slightly amazed by the mans actions, the others weren't sure if the anger shown towards their colleague was real, and if he was just trying to manipulate some of them. But one thing's for certain, it shut the cocky bastard's mouth for a good while, and they were happy about it.
When the woman calmed down, she walked towards Jeff, sitting down next to him, just to be close, and not let him do something. Yet she was still quite grateful for what he's done for her, even though he hadn't spoken back, or yelled or something, he remained still and just stared, intimidating someone that has hurt her. Yet it was something quite new to her, for a dangerous criminal to do something like that.
But she couldn't let her guard down.
He's a murderer after all.
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It wasn't long for everything to become pure chaos.
It was only 30 minutes after Jeff shut Ethan up, and now everything turned 180 degrees.
Ethan and a few of the members were having a massive argument, yelling at each other after Ethan started to comment on Jeff's apearense once more and only got him enraged, but the woman from before kept holding him back from it all. But, did she manage to keep him like that long enough? No. No she didn't.
He pushed the woman away, breaking the cuffs at first try, which made the woman gasp. They all pointed their weapons at him, but he ignored and approached Ethan punching him in the face. Ethan fell on the ground but pointed his gun at him, looking at him with hatred.
Something hit Jeff at that moment, a memory coming from the back of his mind, something he wanted to forget, and yet he remembered. Something just clicked for him.
"Father, please!"
"Oh, stop complaining!"
"Please.. I'm scared.."
"Stop that and be a man, you should get used to having a gun pointed at you! Especially if you're in a war zone!"
"What if I don't want to go to war?!"
"You won't have a choice! Now stop being a damn brat, I'm helping you to be better for the military.."
"I don't wanna!"
"Quit complaining, you're acting like a child."
"I am a child!"
The old memory played in his mind, the voice of his father echoing in his mind, the knowledge of his training coming back. He was raised like a soldier, to be one, to fight like his own father, like his grandfather.. to make the ancestors proud. But.. at what kind of cost was that? His childhood.. the life he could've lived, of course.
He stood still, and then punched him once more as the others tried to get him off of Ethan, but he continued to punch, and then took Ethan's gun, shooting him in the head, his blood and brains going everywhere. Then he started to shoot everyone else, but missed a few in the process. They all started to shoot back, and once Jeff got on his feet, he attacked. Only seeing red, filled with rage.
He punched, he kicked, he shot.
He broke peoples arms, legs, their bones being crushed by his strength.
He broke their jaws, he made them all bleed.
Jeff was fast, he managed to not get shot much, and yet he was still wounded in a few places, but continued to strike them all, even crushing one of their sculls. The woman from before was in a corner, unable to move as the scene unfolded in front of her, she heard their screams, she heard their cries, they were all in pain and in agony as they were being killed.
She was terrified to watch, but couldn't close her eyes and just kept them open as she saw her colleagues die in front of her. The woman wanted to run, to scream for help but it was too late. The room was soundproof, the door was closed shut and she didn't even have the key to unlock it.
He stopped after he killed almost everyone in the room, the floor and walls now painted with the red liquid, the room filled with mangled corpses. Jeff was breathing heavily, his breath hitched, his fists clenched, the grip on the gun being tight. The killer then approached the woman, couching down at her level, now staring at her.
The woman started to sob, and yet she felt he body relax, seemingly accepting her fate.
"Please.. just- just make it quick."
She spoke quietly, not even looking at him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Jeff's breath was still heavy, his chest rising and falling at a fast rate, sweat dripping down from his forehead.. and just covered in blood. The man continued to stare, before his bloody hand was placed on her head, which made her flinch. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was actually doing.
He was.. patting her head??
He smiled slightly, his demeanor shifted and the emotions he felt the moments before faded as fast as they came. The woman just sat there, speechless of his actions, surprised on how he calmed down after he just murdered an entire team. She didn't speak, put she placed her own hand over his as pulled his hand away from his head, seemingly uncomfortably by the touch.
Jeff nodded in understanding, placing a finger on his lips, as if to shush her.
The killer then walked to the door and started to hit it with full force, attacking it like some ram, or bull. His body hitting the door with all its weight and might, loud thuds being made in the process. The door busted open, hitting the wall. He peered around, making sure no one was outside and then went for it.
He ran out the door, down the hall, traces of blood behind him as he escaped through the back door, running freely outside. The woman was now left alone, sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball, crying once more as she waited for someone to pass by.
Too afraid to yell for help.
BEHOLD
Hehehe
Art is arting again :3
I MADE A BETTER VERSION
I LOB HIM <3
So proud of this, ong
I ended up rewritting Jeffrey Woods so i might post about him soon 👍
Remaking my interp.