Mirror: You know, the words to describe Jeff the Killer, and what he does in stories, are quite numerous.
Sylvia: Yeah, I can think of a few. Murder, mutilate, comically over the top killings, etc.
Mirror: Exactly. But one word I never see attributed to him is discomfort. Until now, with today’s Riff, “Jeff the Killer: Discomfort.”
Sylvia: This is gonna hurt.
Mirror: I’d say it’d be more uncomfortable, judging by the title. So let’s wake up inside, and Riff this bitch!
START RIFF
listen, this is not a story where slenderman and jeff team up, a story where blood splatters everywhere, and no 666.
Mirror: You didn’t mention any lack of “hyper-realistic.” I’ll be keeping my eyes on you.
Sylvia: Your hyper-realistic eyes?
Mirror: Please stop.
if that is more of you're taste, then you can head over to the trollpasta or creepypasta wikias, because this is not about a haunted doll, not about something that was real,
Sylvia: (Narrator): In fact, this entire story is bullshit.
not even something that is haunted. this is none more than something that happened to me that i will never forget.
a few years ago, i went to the creepypasta wiki and read the story of jeff the killer, and i was pretty horrified, but after i watched the video, i was left on my desktop, in the dark at 12:13 AM, thinking about what just happened.
Mirror: Is reading a crappy story really something to contemplate?
for nearly 20 minutes i was lost in thought before i jumped from feeling something jerk my leg. for a moment i thought it was jeff the killer, but i looked down and it was just one of my three dogs penny.
Mirror: Penny’s alive!
Sylvia: Is this a RWBY thing?
Mirror: …yes.
Sylvia: Please stop.
penny is a little mini dotson which was black, and was very fast and eager to go outside.
i rubbed penny's head for a second and then got up, and went to my bed. baxter, who was the dog who was the husband of penny,
Sylvia: Did these dogs get married? And if so, who married them?
Mirror: PETA. Duh.
also a mini dotson, and is brown and is greedy for love, and gilbert, the son of the two, looking like penny, all followed me for the reason that i had the faint scent of pomegranate. dogs always were good smellers. when i got into my bed, all three dogs got in with me and fell asleep. eventually, i did, too.
a few minutes later, i found myself in an abandoned home, lying down on an oaken bench. the chains snapped and i fell on by back onto a hard, stone-like floor. i then heard footsteps, and a shadow briefly passed me. i decided to go explore. what i came across was many empty cells, each one only held bugs and vegetation. the vicinity had a strong cent of rotting flesh. i came across a door. out of curiosity, i entered. i entered a white room with an IV bag, many broken hospital beds, and even a few surgery tools. "this must've been a hospital." i thought.
Mirror: No shit.
i then saw a shadowy figure stand a few feet away from me. it did nothing but stare. since it was so dim, i could not see any facial features, but i decided to go by him. he did not do anything. not scream, run toards me, he only breathed and turned his head around to see me. i was a little scared now, so i ran to the door. i opened it, and when i looked back, the monster was gone. i looked in the room and i tripped over a broken light and fell face first into the hard ground.
Sylvia: -claps- Bravo, dumbass!
i heard very strange noises and footsteps. the footsteps, however, went in every direction, not just toward me, as if i was not the only "human" there. i got up and bumped into a figure with a pale, white face with eyes with no eyelids and a mouth cut open to forever smile.
Mirror: “Forever Smile,” a new fragrance from the Joker perfume line.
he said go to sleep. and then, i did fall asleep. i opened my eyes again to find myself in one of the cells, and i was alone, with only food and water. i was stuck to a line of chainmale connected to i giant ball.
Sylvia: Do you mean “chainmail,” or are you talking about a chained male? If the latter, is this some bondage thing?
i looked round and no-one else was there. so, i was there for wht felt like years, until, i finally heard footsteps. i jumped in joy and screamed "SAVE ME, I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR DAY-!"
i realized who it was. the creepy figure from before was right between the bars. he opened the cell and inhed closer to me every second, before he slit my throat while yelling "GO TO SLEEP!!!!!".
Mirror: The end!
i woke up,
Sylvia: Wake me up!
Mirror: Wake me up inside!
Sylvia: Can’t wake up!
Mirror: Wake me up inside!
Sylvia: (Narrator): SAVE ME, I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR A DAY-!
and i realized it was just a dream. so, i got up. my life was the same, and i did great things in my future, but jeff would always haunt me, just the same. =
Mirror: I hoped you enjoyed tonight’s production of Entirely Pointless Theater.
END RIFF
Mirror: This story sucks.
Sylvia: The spelling and grammar suck. Seriously, does this guy even know where and when to capitalize? No character is at all developed, but that can be excused since this is a dream. What isn’t excusable is how pointless this story is. It’s literally just some dream someone had after reading “Jeff the Killer.” Or was it watching the video? The narrator can’t make up his mind. Also, some details feel pretty pointless, which is saying something when it comes to this story. Why did the guy need to have dogs? What did it add? Also, that intro is kind of a lie. He implied that the story wouldn’t be some cliché filled mess or something, and said that if one wanted that, they could go to the Trollpasta or Creepypasta Wiki. First, this story is clichéd. At this point, Jeff himself is a cliché, along with nightmares. And are we sure this isn’t a Trollpasta? I honestly feel like it is.
Mirror: There are some good things. The story’s short, so it isn’t much of a drag. It isn’t incredibly clichéd, which is nice. And, honestly, this could be a great Trollpasta. It could make fun of stories where the nightmare the main character has is totally real. However, as is, the story doesn’t work as either a Trollpasta, Creepypasta, or decent dream log. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish we’d have some crappy nightmare? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
Sylvia: Yeah, I can think of a few. Murder, mutilate, comically over the top killings, etc.
Mirror: Exactly. But one word I never see attributed to him is discomfort. Until now, with today’s Riff, “Jeff the Killer: Discomfort.”
Sylvia: This is gonna hurt.
Mirror: I’d say it’d be more uncomfortable, judging by the title. So let’s wake up inside, and Riff this bitch!
START RIFF
listen, this is not a story where slenderman and jeff team up, a story where blood splatters everywhere, and no 666.
Mirror: You didn’t mention any lack of “hyper-realistic.” I’ll be keeping my eyes on you.
Sylvia: Your hyper-realistic eyes?
Mirror: Please stop.
if that is more of you're taste, then you can head over to the trollpasta or creepypasta wikias, because this is not about a haunted doll, not about something that was real,
Sylvia: (Narrator): In fact, this entire story is bullshit.
not even something that is haunted. this is none more than something that happened to me that i will never forget.
a few years ago, i went to the creepypasta wiki and read the story of jeff the killer, and i was pretty horrified, but after i watched the video, i was left on my desktop, in the dark at 12:13 AM, thinking about what just happened.
Mirror: Is reading a crappy story really something to contemplate?
for nearly 20 minutes i was lost in thought before i jumped from feeling something jerk my leg. for a moment i thought it was jeff the killer, but i looked down and it was just one of my three dogs penny.
Mirror: Penny’s alive!
Sylvia: Is this a RWBY thing?
Mirror: …yes.
Sylvia: Please stop.
penny is a little mini dotson which was black, and was very fast and eager to go outside.
i rubbed penny's head for a second and then got up, and went to my bed. baxter, who was the dog who was the husband of penny,
Sylvia: Did these dogs get married? And if so, who married them?
Mirror: PETA. Duh.
also a mini dotson, and is brown and is greedy for love, and gilbert, the son of the two, looking like penny, all followed me for the reason that i had the faint scent of pomegranate. dogs always were good smellers. when i got into my bed, all three dogs got in with me and fell asleep. eventually, i did, too.
a few minutes later, i found myself in an abandoned home, lying down on an oaken bench. the chains snapped and i fell on by back onto a hard, stone-like floor. i then heard footsteps, and a shadow briefly passed me. i decided to go explore. what i came across was many empty cells, each one only held bugs and vegetation. the vicinity had a strong cent of rotting flesh. i came across a door. out of curiosity, i entered. i entered a white room with an IV bag, many broken hospital beds, and even a few surgery tools. "this must've been a hospital." i thought.
Mirror: No shit.
i then saw a shadowy figure stand a few feet away from me. it did nothing but stare. since it was so dim, i could not see any facial features, but i decided to go by him. he did not do anything. not scream, run toards me, he only breathed and turned his head around to see me. i was a little scared now, so i ran to the door. i opened it, and when i looked back, the monster was gone. i looked in the room and i tripped over a broken light and fell face first into the hard ground.
Sylvia: -claps- Bravo, dumbass!
i heard very strange noises and footsteps. the footsteps, however, went in every direction, not just toward me, as if i was not the only "human" there. i got up and bumped into a figure with a pale, white face with eyes with no eyelids and a mouth cut open to forever smile.
Mirror: “Forever Smile,” a new fragrance from the Joker perfume line.
he said go to sleep. and then, i did fall asleep. i opened my eyes again to find myself in one of the cells, and i was alone, with only food and water. i was stuck to a line of chainmale connected to i giant ball.
Sylvia: Do you mean “chainmail,” or are you talking about a chained male? If the latter, is this some bondage thing?
i looked round and no-one else was there. so, i was there for wht felt like years, until, i finally heard footsteps. i jumped in joy and screamed "SAVE ME, I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR DAY-!"
i realized who it was. the creepy figure from before was right between the bars. he opened the cell and inhed closer to me every second, before he slit my throat while yelling "GO TO SLEEP!!!!!".
Mirror: The end!
i woke up,
Sylvia: Wake me up!
Mirror: Wake me up inside!
Sylvia: Can’t wake up!
Mirror: Wake me up inside!
Sylvia: (Narrator): SAVE ME, I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR A DAY-!
and i realized it was just a dream. so, i got up. my life was the same, and i did great things in my future, but jeff would always haunt me, just the same. =
Mirror: I hoped you enjoyed tonight’s production of Entirely Pointless Theater.
END RIFF
Mirror: This story sucks.
Sylvia: The spelling and grammar suck. Seriously, does this guy even know where and when to capitalize? No character is at all developed, but that can be excused since this is a dream. What isn’t excusable is how pointless this story is. It’s literally just some dream someone had after reading “Jeff the Killer.” Or was it watching the video? The narrator can’t make up his mind. Also, some details feel pretty pointless, which is saying something when it comes to this story. Why did the guy need to have dogs? What did it add? Also, that intro is kind of a lie. He implied that the story wouldn’t be some cliché filled mess or something, and said that if one wanted that, they could go to the Trollpasta or Creepypasta Wiki. First, this story is clichéd. At this point, Jeff himself is a cliché, along with nightmares. And are we sure this isn’t a Trollpasta? I honestly feel like it is.
Mirror: There are some good things. The story’s short, so it isn’t much of a drag. It isn’t incredibly clichéd, which is nice. And, honestly, this could be a great Trollpasta. It could make fun of stories where the nightmare the main character has is totally real. However, as is, the story doesn’t work as either a Trollpasta, Creepypasta, or decent dream log. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish we’d have some crappy nightmare? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.