I looked up at him, shaking because of what I just saw. "Wh-What do you m-mean not yet?" He saw the fear in my eyes. "Well, I wasn't planning on hurting you yet. I see you're holding stuff so I figured I'd let you bring those home first." I grabbed his hand and stood up. "How about I bring you home?"

I didn't know how to respond. "S-Sure" We started walking back to my house. "So, what's your name? I'm sure you have one." I thought for a moment, It wouldn't hurt to tell him my name would it? Hopefully not. I sighed and told him. "My N-Names Y/N" He smiled. "See? It wasn't that hard to tell me your name. I'm The Puppeteer. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." We finally reached my house. "Seems like we've made it. Well it was nice talking to you." I unlocked the door to my house and waved at him. He walked away. I went inside and locked the door and put the groceries on the kitchen counter.

I started to wonder, would I ever see him again? He did say he wasn't going to hurt me, at least not at that moment. He had glowing eyes, I wonder why they were able to do that. He obviously wasn't human or at least similar to one.

I put the stuff from the bags away and turned on the TV and sat down. I heard someone break in. Goddamnit, why does it always have to happen while I'm watching TV? I looked at the window to see someone wearing a white hoodie, covered in blood. He had black hair and his hair was tied up. He looked over at me.

I got out of my chair and ran into my room. I locked the door behind me. Shit shit shit! Why now out of all times?!? I grabbed a pocket knife that was on the desk. I looked behind me and saw my window was open. I saw yellow glowing eyes. "I told you I'd be back." I rolled my eyes.

"You never said that." He gave me a stare and then jumped from the window onto the carpet. "So why's your door locked?" He looked over at my door. "Well someone broke in. So I have a knife and my doors are locked." He stared at me with confusion. "What did he look like?" I thought for a moment.

"He was wearing a white hoodie covered in blood. Had a huge smile carved into his face and didn't have eyelids." He looked pissed. "So he's here too huh? Doesn't he know not to break into houses with pretty girls like you in it?"

I looked at him confused. "Wait, you know him?" He sighed. "I'm surprised you've never heard of the infamous Jeff the Killer. We're old Enemies." I'm sure I've heard the name before. It just doesn't sound familiar.

There was banging at the door, and he finally broke it down. "Well well, long time no see." The Puppeteer looked at Jeff. "Why the fuck are you here?" He stared at him. "So i'm not allowed to hang out with people i know besides you fuckers? How pathetic." I started to back up. I didn't want to be apart of this.