Johnny: All right, the combatants are set. Time to rip it up and tear it down.

Kym: It’s time…for a DEATH BATTLE!

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Heavenly Host Elementary

It was yet another day at the infamous place known as Heavenly Host Elementary. The view outside was as grim as ever, the walls and floor were still splattered with drops of blood, and distance screams could be heard as another student met their gruesome end to some ghost.

And as always, more people had fallen prey to the “Sachiko-ever-after charm,” and had arrived at this death trap of a school. The students were currently inside a run-down classroom, looking around with bewildered faces. Some of the girls were clinging to their “senpais,” wondering what in the world had happened right now. A few boys who were brave – or foolish – enough were peeking outside, knocking over cabinets to see what sort of place this was.

None of them noticed another person who had snuck in quietly amongst the group.

He hung around in the darkest corner of the classroom. Despite his white hoodie, no one noticed him. If they had looked closer, they might have seen some disturbing details about the teenager. Black hair hung loosely down over his chalk white face, as if it was covered with powdered sugar. His eyes had no eyelids, and were unblinkingly staring at the students with a hungry look. And his mouth…the corners of his mouth were cut upwards, giving the impression of a ghastly smile.

Jeff the Killer hadn’t planned on getting swept away to this strange place. He had merely seen a batch of students as another round of potential victims, and had quietly merged with their group. Before he could end it all in a bloodbath though, the curse had been activated, and here he was.

He looked up slightly, and saw the group of students now conversing amongst themselves, discussing what to do in this situation.

“I think it’s best we look around this place first.” A boy said, gesturing outside. “We can’t just stay in here forever.”

“B-but what if we get lost?” a girl asked, unable to hide her stammer. No one could blame her though. Many of them looked like they were about to piss their pants from the sheer intimidating atmosphere of this place.

“It’s not like we can do anything else.” The boy sighed, and began to split the students into groups. “Role numbers 1 to 10, you stay together. 11 to 20, you’re another group, and 21 to 30, you’re the third group. We’ll look around the place and meet back up here in two hours. Everybody clear?” he was met with nods of assent from everyone. “All right then. Move out!”

The students all gathered into their respective groups, and started filing out the door. Not one of them gave a glance at Jeff. He didn’t mind. It was better if they didn’t notice him. So that he could savor the look of surprise…and terror on their faces when he slit their throats from the behind.

As the last student filed out, Jeff finally made a move. He stealthily walked to the door, and followed one of the groups. It didn’t matter that they were splitting up. All it would do is prolong the hunt, which were all the more enjoyable.

The halls were dark, and the walls and floor were worn down. They made creaking sounds with every light step. A strange light filtered through the windows, giving the place a ghostly look. There were also a few disturbing objects lying around – a rusted knife, a girl’s skirt that was splattered with blood, a male shirt ripped in two.

“I-I don’t like this place…” a girl said, clinging tightly to the boy next to her.

The boy looked down, and patted her on the shoulder. “Calm down…at least we haven’t met anything too bad yet.”

Oh, you’re about to. Jeff thought, his flashing eyes always fixed on his victims.

As he walked about twenty feet behind a student – a young girl – he slid a hand into his pocket, and tenderly fingered the sleek wooden handle of a kitchen knife. He saw a hallway corner up ahead. Once the students got there, he would jump them from behind, and…

He would make absolutely sure to enjoy the bloodbath…

Suddenly, a scream came from the very corner Jeff was thinking about.

The students gasped simultaneously. “What?!” they started to run to where the sound had come from. Jeff also narrowed his eyes. Was that another assailant? He couldn’t have that. Another stealing his would-be kills? Inconceivable! So he also stuck to the walls and sprinted to where the students were rounding the corner.

“Holy-“ “What are you-“ “S-stay back!” “Kyaaaaa! No!” “Somebody help-“

A dying cry came as each student rounded the corner. Jeff gritted his teeth. His kills were disappearing by the second. He at least had to get the sonuvabitch who dared lay a hand on his own meat dolls. As he ran, he whipped out his kitchen knife, and readied himself.

He turned the corner…

He only caught the flash of silver light at the very last second. He raised his knife, and another knife, sleeker than his kitchen tool, clashed into it, drawing a bit of sparks. Jeff ground his feet into the floor and leapt back, getting some distance between him and the killer.

“Ah…aren’t you a quick one…” a quiet voice said.

Jeff raised his head. There in front of him stood another student, with an impressive build and standing quite tall in height, taller than any of the other students Jeff had seen. His hair was black, and his eyes glistened through the darkness like those of a hungry predator’s. His wore a white school shirt…which only served to highlight the splash of red blood on its front.

In fact, there was a lot of blood on this teen. And it was clear why. At his feet lay five students, all of them motionless, blood trickling out of their mouths. They were stabbed in various places, gut, neck, chest…and even in the eyes. In his hand, the teen clutched a slender knife, also dripping with thick red liquid.

Jeff took in all of this…and frowned. “Did you kill all of them?” he asked, gripping his knife.

The teen nonchalantly tilted his head, and a sadistic smirk appeared on his face. “Yeah? So what if I did? I can tell just from the looks of you that you’re no stranger to dead bodies.” He twirled his knife in his hand. “Now piss off. I was just staring to have fun.”

“So you think stealing all of my kill is fun, do you? Who the hell think you are?” Jeff said, matching the teen’s smirk with a scowl.

The teen only shrugged at this. “I don’t really give a damn to what you think. And why do you care anyway? I’m gonna add you to this body pile soon enough.”

Jeff snarled. “Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren’t you?” he lifted his knife.

The teen’s smirk didn’t waver. “Try me, then.” He pushed aside a corpse with his foot. “Name’s Yuuya Kizami, by the way. Just thought I’d get through the formalities first. And you, my smiling friend?”

The white-faced murderer paused for a moment…and then his scowl relaxed, and his already large grin seemed to widen. “Jeff.” He said. “Nice to meet you, now prepare to die.”

“Oh, that’s the spirit!” Yuuya smiled. “Excellent, looks like this will be a lot of fun…” he stepped forward, and suddenly, a dark aura seemed to form around him as his bloodlust began to surface. He raised his knife.

Jeff also rose to his full height, bloodlust also rolling off him. The immense killing aura of the two killers were clashing against one another, staining the very air around them. Their gaze met, both as cold and calculating as a snake’s.

“Do try to keep up, will you?” Yuuya said softly, never taking his eyes off his opponent.

To this, Jeff only smirked. “Oh, don’t worry…”

“I’ll put a smile on that face.”

FIGHT!

Jeff leapt off the floor and lunged at Yuuya, swinging his knife down towards the other teen’s head. Yuuya whipped up his own knife and blocked the oncoming blade. Sparks flew, and Yuuya found himself getting pushed back a little. He frowned, and struck out at Jeff, who parried the blow.

Jeff then countered, smashing his knife into Yuuya’s, their blades locked together. He grinned and pushed, and Yuuya’s feet began to skid across the floor. The high schooler gritted his teeth and tried to hold his ground.

Then, keeping their blades touching together, Jeff swept his leg across the floor, knocking out Yuuya’s feet from under him!

Yuuya crashed onto the hard wooden floor with a grunt. He looked up, and saw the point of Jeff’s knife coming towards his face. He rolled away just as the knife embedded itself into the floor. He then scrambled up, while Jeff yanked the knife back out, dragging bits of the floorboard in the process.

One thing was clear to Yuuya now. This guy was strong – far stronger than he had imagined. Getting into a close fight might not end up pretty for him.

With that in mind, Yuuya nimbly stepped back, letting Jeff’s knife slash the air in front of him. He then dug his foot into the body of a schoolgirl in front of him, and kicked it up in front of him as sort of a meat shield. One slice from Jeff’s knife, and the girl’s head fell off her shoulders. Blood sprayed the walls, and the lump of meat rolled on the floor unceremoniously.

Yuuya backed up against a wall as Jeff came to him, swinging his knife madly with a large grin on his face. At the very last second, Yuuya ducked, and the knife cut a wide gash on the wall.

Then, crouching low, Yuuya swiped at Jeff’s legs. The knife tore through the fabric of the jeans and reached warm flesh. Blood sprayed from the cut, drops splattering over Yuuya’s face.

Yuuya grinned. “Like that?” he said, and stabbed forwards-

However, despite his leg wound, Jeff managed to be faster. He swung his leg and kicked Yuuya square in the jaw, right before he could get a knife in his gut. Yuuya fell back with a groan, and tumbled on the ground. Jeff roared and leapt at Yuuya, whose eyes widened in pain and shock before quickly rolling across the floor.

Splinters flew everywhere as Jeff stabbed his knife madly into the floor in an attempt to skewer Yuuya. The schoolboy however, was managing to keep out of danger, rolling down the hallway and away from Jeff. “Get – back – here – you – son – of – a – bitch!” Jeff shouted between stabs.

Yuuya wisely didn’t respond, and instead rolled faster. He spied a broom closet out of the corner of his eyes, and he formatted a plan in a flash. As he rolled past it, dodging another mad stab from the creepypasta, Yuuya stuck out his foot, kicking the cabinet door open. He then grabbed a mop, and rolled onto his back. As Jeff stabbed again, he swung the mop, smacking Jeff across the face with it.

Jeff stumbled back, his knife missing the mark. Seizing his chance, Yuuya sprang back to his feet, and slammed the mop down onto his opponent’s back, drawing a grunt from the pale-faced teen. He didn’t stop there however, and grabbed the cabinet with both of his hands. He pushed, and all of the wooden cabinet tilted, falling right on top of Jeff.

The creepypasta only had time to look up before he was smashed under the broom closet. “Gah! You motherfucker!” he shouted as he found one of his arms pinned between floor and furniture, knocking the knife out of his hands.

Yuuya smirked, and quickly struck out with his knife. The blade stabbed into Jeff’s hand, and another spurt of blood stained the floor red. Jeff growled, and struggled to pull his arm out. Yuuya only laughed, and slashed right at Jeff’s face, intent on taking him out.

“I’m not going down just yet!” Jeff roared, and swung his free arm in front of his face. He managed to catch Yuuya’s knife in his hand, and held on despite the steel cutting into his flesh. Yuuya’s eyes widened, but before he could retaliate, Jeff slammed his entire body against the cabinet. It shuddered, and then tilted slightly, forming enough of a gap for Jeff to pull his arm out from underneath…and punch Yuuya across the face.

Kizami stumbled back, nearly losing his grip on his knife. He looked up to see Jeff knock aside the cabinet with a mighty crash, and dust himself off. Jeff leveled a hateful glare at Yuuya.

Before Yuuya could have said so much as “Oh, sh*t,” Jeff’s hands shot out and grabbed him by the collar. The psychotic high schooler than found himself being lifted up off the ground, staring into Jeff’s bleached white face. “Let’s play ball!” Jeff shouted, and hurled Kizami over his head. The teen soared through the air and smashed into a classroom door. The old wood splintered, and Yuuya tumbled into the room beyond, upsetting a couple of desks and chairs.

Yuuya painfully lifted his head off the ground…and saw Jeff standing in the doorway, holding his knife again. The white-faced boy grinned as he saw Yuuya try and get up, and fall on his back. “Tiring out already? Ah, don’t worry…I’ll put you right to sleep.” He then ran at Yuuya, knife poised to kill.

BAM!

Except Kizami wasn’t as groggy as Jeff had thought him to be. As Jeff came in close, the high schooler grabbed a chair next to him, and threw it right at Jeff. It struck him right on the head, knocking him down once more. “Goddamnit!” he shouted angrily as he threw the chair off of him.

He was greeted with more chairs flying at him from the other side of the room, courtesy of Kizami. Jeff quickly rolled back out the doorway, letting the chairs smash into the lockers. They burst open, and bloodstained bones spilled out, clattering to the floor.

Jeff batted aside another chair thrown at him, and briefly glimpsed Yuuya leaping over a row of desks and snatching up one of the bones. The murderous high school student then threw a skull right at Jeff. “Let’s play ball, fucker!” he said, grinning.

The white-faced teen also grinned. “With pleasure!” As the skull hurtled at him, Jeff grabbed one of the chairs that had fallen close to him, and swung it like a bat. He hit the skull so hard that it shot across the classroom and smashed into the chalkboard, shattering upon impact.

However, in doing so, he allowed himself to be distracted, and didn’t see Kizami scooping another bone off the floor, and running at him. By the time Jeff had focused his attention back on the fight, he found a pair of shoes filling his vision!

WHAM!

Yuuya landed a strong drop kick onto Jeff’s face! His hood fell off as he stumbled, giving his opponent the perfect opportunity. Yuuya leapt at Jeff, smashing his knees into his foe’s chest, and knocking him down to the ground and back out into the hallway. At the same time, he swung his arm, which happened to be holding a long, pointed rib.

The rib pierced Jeff’s side, and his white hoodie was suddenly stained a deep crimson. Blood spurted from the opening and dribbled onto the floor, forming a puddle. Jeff gritted his teeth, forcing down the urge to vocalize pain. Kizami grinned at this, and swung his other arm to plunge the knife into Jeff’s jugular-

But Jeff wasn’t having any of that. He jerked his body up, ignoring the rib further prying open his wound, and slammed his head directly into Kizami’s nose. The demented schoolboy fell back, crying out with a magnificent nosebleed.

Jeff pried out the rib out of his side, and threw it away. Both teens then slowly got to their feet, Jeff clutching his side, Yuuya holding his nose. Both of them glared at each other, their lust for blood more apparent than over. Jeff growled ready for another round…

And then Yuuya turned, and ran away from Jeff.

The act was so sudden, so unexpected, that it took several seconds, for Jeff to realize what had happened. “HEY!” Jeff roared in anger as he finally realized the situation. “GET BACK HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” he started to run after the schoolboy, who was already turning the far corner. Seething with rage, Jeff followed, ignoring his bleeding side. He left a crimson trail behind him as he ran, and crushed some poor students’ flesh with his feet.

Kizami scowled as he ran, trying to stop his nosebleed. As much as he didn’t like it, this was a time to retreat momentarily. He needed some time to set up a surefire way to kill that other homicidal maniac, so he first needed some distance between them.

He reached the stairs, and started to run down, when the hairs on his arms stood up. Instinctively, he leapt down, crossing sixteen steps in a single bound and tumbling to the lower floor. Just in time too, as a desk crashed into the spot where Yuuya had been a moment ago.

At the top of the stairs stood Jeff, his hoodie having fallen off now. His lanky black hair hung down over his face, but that didn’t fully hide his burning eyes, and his ripped smile. “Don’t go just yet…the night is still young!” he crowed, and also leapt down the stairs after Yuuya.

“Shit.” Kizami muttered, and ran once more. As Jeff landed with a thud behind him and took a swipe with his knife, the schoolboy grabbed the railing. He swung himself up into the rails, and then started to slide down at breakneck speeds. The lower floor rushed up to meet him, and Yuuya leapt off the railing, rolling safely back to the ground.

Without even pausing to look back, he ran once more.

Jeff also landed on the lower floor, and saw Kizami running off into the dark halls. He grinned, and twirled his knife in his hands. “You’re not going anywhere!” he shouted, and hurled the knife as hard as he could.

The silver blade shot through the air, and right at Kizami’s exposed back. The schoolboy turned at the whistling sound, and his eyes widened. He leapt to the side and through an open door, but unfortunately, the kitchen knife still managed to cut into his shin, drawing another spurt of blood. Yuuya stumbled, but ran into the room.

Seeing this, Jeff grinned. Not only had he managed to cripple his opponent, but he had also forced him into a more enclosed space. Now it was only the matter of going in there and hunting his foe down.

Walking leisurely through the hall, he arrived in front of the door Kizami had gone through. Picking his knife off the floor, he read: Library.

Well, this was going to be an intense study session…

Ding-dong

I know you can hear me

Open up the door

I only want to play a little

The library was dark, as most of the lightbulbs in there had gone out. Dusty volumes sat on the shelves, its covers stained with dried blood. Ripped pages of encyclopedias about human anatomy fluttered around, labeling the walls with pictures of the skeletal and muscular system.

Jeff whistled as he strolled into the room. He was greeted by rows of large bookshelves, and no sign of Kizami. It didn’t matter though. He had already seen that there was no way out of this place other than the door he had come through.

He peered around a bookshelf, searching for any sign of a white school uniform or another bloodstained knife. Only darkness greeted him. He took a step forward, and the floorboards creaked. The sound seemed to be magnified at least ten times in the silence.

Ding-dong

You can’t keep me waiting

It’s already too late

For you to try and run away

Clucking his tongue, Jeff started walking along a row of books, trailing his knife over the volumes. “Where~are~you~?” he softly sang, flashing eyes looking around madly. “Come out, come out, wherever you are~” He peered through the books, but still found nothing. “Ah, a sneaky one, are you?”

He suddenly struck out, pulling out a bunch of heavy textbooks out of the bookshelf, and sending them crashing to the floor. However, he uncovered nothing, and he moved on.

Jeff licked his lips in anticipation. This was getting better and better by the moment…

He finished a row of books, and now moved onto the next one. Humming to himself, he looked all around for any sign of his opponent.

There was a flash of white out of the corner of his eyes.

Jeff stopped, and his eyes grew wide, along with his smile. “I see you~”

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Though I’d like to see it closer

Grinning madly, Jeff started to run through the isles of books, gripping his knife ever more tightly. The white flash was gone now, but Jeff now had the approximate location of his prey. “Go on then…hide all you want…I’m still going to rip your guts out in the end…”

Jeff knocked down a biology textbook as he passed by. The book burst open, bloodstained pages slid out onto the floor. Seeing them made Jeff even more elated, and he started to run.

“Come on! You were talking all that shit just upstairs! What’s wrong? Scared now that you’ve actually fought me? Are you pissing yourself now? Saying your prayers? Perhaps composing your epitaph?” Jeff suddenly let out a mad cackle. “Then ready or not, here I come!”

Ding-dong

Here I come to find you

Hurry up and run

Let’s play a little game and have fun

Jeff then slammed his entire body into the bookshelf next to him. The wood groaned under the blow, and the books shivered. There was a great creeeeeeaaaaaaaaak, and slowly, very slowly, the entire bookshelf toppled over.

Books tumbled out of their original places as Jeff knocked down an entire row of books. The bookshelf then smashed against its neighbor, upsetting its balance as well, and also sending it toppling

What happened next was an entire domino of bookshelves falling over one another. Books fell out and rolled to the ground. Wooden frames broke, scattering splinters everywhere. A cloud of dust steadily rose up as Jeff demolished almost half of the entire library.

Jeff grinned. “You smashed flat yet?” he called out. “It’s either that or my knife!”

For a moment, silence fell again as the last of the books fell down, and dust filled the room. However, as Jeff stood over the wreckage, he heard a sound that was very unlike the whimpering of fear, or groans of pain.

It was laughter.

Ding-dong

Where is it you’ve gone to?

Do you think you’ve won?

Our game of hide and seek has just begun

“Hehehehehehehe…” came a quiet chuckle from amidst the dust cloud. “I must thank you for that just now. You’ve provided me the perfect cover for an attack now!” Yuuya laughed once more.

Jeff’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake. However, it was already too late to fix it, and the dust was indeed obscuring his vision somewhat.

Narrowing his eyes, Jeff started to walk through the dust cloud to try and find Kizami. However, he found that it was near impossible to be stealthy in this situation. Dried textbook pages crunched under his feet, and wooden frames creaked as he stepped on them.

He turned around, trying to get back to where he would make less noise, but couldn’t find the other bookshelves amidst all the dust. He started to walk back the way he came, but instead came up against a wall. Where was the exit?

I can hear your footsteps

Thumping loudly through the hallways

I can hear your sharp breaths

You’re not very good at hiding

He started to walk along the wall, keeping one hand on the rough surface. If he continued like this, he would be able to navigate through the room to where he could get his bearings.

But no matter how long he walked, he didn’t reach the exit, or any corner of the room. He couldn’t even see where the wall ended. It was like the room had suddenly expanded to gigantic proportions.

“Ah…I get what’s going on.” came an amused voice from…somewhere around him. “Yes, I thought this place was getting a bit unnaturally messy. I get it.” Jeff looked around, but couldn’t pinpoint his opponent’s location for the life of him. “What’s wrong? Having a bit of trouble there?” Kizami called out mockingly.

“Don’t get your hopes up just yet, you bitch.” Jeff said, still managing to maintain his smug demeanor. “I’m still gonna fuck you up until you’re a shish kebab.”

“Oh, you’re welcome to try…” Yuuya said calmly. “If I haven’t ripping your vocal cords out of your mouth yet.” A soft footstep came from behind Jeff, and he whirled around…only to see a knife hurtle at him. “Like…THIS!”

Just wait, you can’t hide from me (I’m coming)

“Gah!” Jeff leapt back, and the knife just barely missed plunging into his heart. It still tore through the front of his hoodie though.

Just wait, you can’t hide from me (I’m coming)

Jeff struck back, swinging at the dust in front of him to hopefully land a counterattack on the other son of a bitch.

Just wait, you can’t hide from me (I’m coming)

However, Yuuya’s grinning face slipped back away into the dust again. He let out a short chuckle as he disappeared.

Just wait, you can’t hide from me

Jeff growled, leaning back against the wall. He started to walk again, keeping one hand on the wall like last time. Once again, he found the wall to be of unimaginable length. It was as if the room itself was shifting to trap him in an endless cycle.

“You’re probably realizing it now, right?” Yuuya’s voice came from all around him. “You’re lost, helpless…like a rat in a maze.”

“Did you do this?!” Jeff shouted in confusion. Why the hell wasn’t the dust settling already?

“Who, me? Oh, no, not a chance.” Kizami chuckled from beyond the dust. “I’m a lab rat like you as well. The only difference? I can understand the mind of the experimenter. You can’t. Now I get it…Sachiko-chan wants us to put on a good show…”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Jeff roared, striking the wall with his knife. What was going on? The dust, instead of clearing up, seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. The wall was endless, and the exit was nonexsistent.

Knock knock

I am at your door now

I am coming in

No need for me to ask permission

“I thought it was strange at first, too. The dust getting thicker, the walls and room suddenly expanding...all because of us two. Because this school wants to see us duel to the death…” Yuuya said calmly.

“What the fuck?” Jeff was starting to breathe a bit heavily now. “So you know you’re a rat in a maze, but how are you this calm about it?!”

“Because I know there’s no use fighting back.” Kizami said. “We’re all going to get killed by the school anyways. And if you’re living on borrowed time…” a chuckle suddenly came much closer to Jeff. “You might as well enjoy yourself to the fullest extent!”

Kizami struck once more, this time slashing open Jeff’s sleeve. Blood sprayed out once more, and Jeff grunted. He swung his fist at the knife, but only managed to scrape his knuckles against the steel. And with a last jab at his face, the knife disappeared into the dust yet again.

Knock knock

I’m inside your room now

Where is it you’ve hit?

Our game of hide and seek’s about to end

Jeff brushed himself off, ignoring his wounds. “Huh, you’re really batshit crazy…” he muttered.

“You’re one to talk.” Kizami said.

“So, I’m just a lab rat now, huh? Well, then at least I can show you that even rats have fangs!” Jeff said, and suddenly tore himself off the wall and leapt into the dust.

Grayness met his eyes, but Jeff didn’t care. He stomped through ruined bookshelves and encyclopedias, swinging his knife in front of him, trying to pinpoint where his opponent was. “Come – the fuck – out!” he yelled, taking another swipe with his knife.

To this, Yuuya only laughed. “Heh~I don’t think so.”

Suddenly, something metallic came hurtling right out of the dust. Before Jeff could react, a pair of rusty scissors plunged into his gut.

Jeff’s eyes grew wide, and he coughed, blood trickling down his mouth. His knife slipped from his hands and embedded itself into the floor. Red stains were now spreading all over his shirt, and he fell to one knee. He grabbed the scissors and yanked it out, but that only succeeded in opening the wound even further.

Mocking laughter reached Jeff’s ears. He growled like a feral animal.

I’m coming closer

Looking underneath your bed but

You’re not there, I wonder

Could you be inside the closet?

“Ahahahahaha…so this is when the hunter becomes the hunted?” Kizami laughed, obscured by the dust.

“Shut…up…” Jeff said, raising himself a bit. Blood dripped down into a puddle at his feet, and his white skin was streaked with red now. He looked up, and saw the faint silhouette of Yuuya standing over him.

“Oh come on!” Kizami said, derisively. “You were talking all that shit just before! What’s wrong? Scared now that you’ve actually fought me? Are you pissing yourself now? Saying your prayers? Perhaps composing your epitaph?” His laughter rose to a mad cackling. “This is fun!”

Suddenly, Jeff snapped. He roared, blood gushing to the floor, and lunged at the faint outline of Yuuya in front of him.

Ding-dong

I have found you

Yuuya, too busy laughing, couldn’t react until it was too late. Jeff grabbed him, even forgetting about his knife, and tackled him. Before Kizami even knew what had happened, he found himself flat on the ground, with an enraged Jeff over him. “Oh, fu-”

WHAM!

A fist connected with Yuuya’s jaw.

Ding-dong

You were hiding here

Now you’re it

“SHUT…THE FUCK…UP, YOU SON OF A WHORE!!!” Jeff wailed, and slammed his fists into Kizami’s body without mercy. Flesh and bone gave away with a satisfying crack underneath his hands, and blood flew. Kizami found his head being repeatedly slammed against the floor, his vision blurring with every punch he took.

“A LAB RAT, AM I?” Jeff continued to scream. “WELL, THIS IS WHAT A RAT CAN DO-”

Shiiiiink.

Ding-dong

Finally found you, dear

Now you’re it

Jeff’s eyes bulged out as he stared down at the knife sticking out of his side. Yuuya, amidst all the beatdown, had managed to sneak in a stab.

…which did nothing to Jeff in his enraged state. Actually, the knife only served to piss him off even further. Jeff grabbed a half-senseless Kizami, and lifted him up. The psychopathic schoolboy was a mess, with his nose broken twice, half of his face swollen, and blood dripping out of his mouth. He even had a magnificent black eye.

Ding-dong

Looks like I have won

Now you’re it

“You…you little bitch…” Jeff breathed heavily. With a grunt, he lifted Yuuya over his head. “GO…TO…SLEEP!!!”

And with a mighty heave, Jeff threw a limp Yuuya into the dust. The body sailed away until there was a large CRASH.

Suddenly, the dust was blown away as Jeff’s vision returned to normal. The room was on regular size and proportions again, the bookshelves stood harmlessly, and Jeff stood amidst a pile of scattered textbooks.

There was also a large hole in the wall through which Jeff had tossed Yuuya.

Ding-dong

Pay the consequence

Jeff stood there, blood leaking out of various places in his body, and not giving a single fuck about it. He slowly breathed out, trying to calm himself. Whatever had happened just now, he didn’t want to go through that again.

Once he was calmed down, he retrieved his knife from the floor. He looked at the hole in the wall once more. It seemed to lead into another classroom, one whose lights were also out.

Well, the least he could do right now was finish what he had started.

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Science Lab…

Yuuya’s body lay in the middle of toppled desks. Blood leaked out of his mouth, at least a dozen bones were shattered, and his face was mashed beyond recognition from Jeff’s furious punches.

This should have been the end. Logically, no one should be able to continue after that.

But the school had other ideas. It still hungered for entertainment. The clash between the two knife-wielding teenagers had been a fresh source of fun, and it didn’t want the fight to end just yet.

And so, as the body leaked blood, the school set to work. The cold, soft hands of a certain little girl descended upon Yuuya, delicately caressing his face, smoothing it out…and slowly tearing the skin off.

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Jeff walked over to the wall, and squeezed through the hole. It had taken him some time to take care of his bleeding, using pages from textbooks as makeshift bandages. He didn’t mind the pain much, but he would rather not bleed out. And so, after a few minutes of tidying up, he was ready to get in there and rip the shit out of the little fucker.

Emerging on the other side, he looked around for the groaning body of a batshit-insane high school student. There was nothing of note though. This place appeared to be a laboratory, since there were scientific charts taped to the walls, and dusty beakers and vials lay on top of desks. A few microscopes were lying toppled on the floor, and many of them were covered with white tarps.

Jeff frowned. This wasn’t right. Judging from the hole in the wall, Yuuya’s body should have landed in here. But where was he? He scanned the lab for anything unusual, but everything seemed to be in perfect place…wait…

One of the tarp-covered objects stood out from the rest. It was much bigger, and flecks of dried blood were on the white sheet. Jeff grinned. So the little shit was still alive, and had made a pathetic attempt at hiding himself. Well, that wasn’t going to help him one bit.

Slowly, deliberately, Jeff strolled over to the large tarp-covered object. He played around with the knife in his hand, and smirked down at the object. “Oh, where could that little slasher boy be?” he said in a singsong voice. He walked nonchalantly past the large object, seemingly carefree…

And then he grabbed the tarp and ripped it off!

“Found you, you little shit!” He shouted, and stabbed his knife down-!

Clang!

His face of elation changed into confusion. “What the fuck?”

For there was no bleeding body of a high schooler under the tarp, but an…anatomical model. Half of its skin was completely ripped off, exposing the blood vessels and muscles underneath, while the other half was still intact…and looked awfully familiar. One of the anatomical model’s hands was gripping the knife in a vise grip.

Then, before Jeff’s shocked eyes, the model began to move. It slowly raised itself up from the ground, still tightly clutching Jeff’s knife.

“Fuck! What the hell?!” Jeff shouted, staring wide-eyed at the thing before him.

The anatomical model stared at Jeff with its wide eyes…and then its face split into a wide grin. “Ah, Sachiko-chan. You shouldn’t have…” the model said in a deep, quiet voice…Yuuya’s voice.

“Well, I suppose it can’t be helped…” the model – Yuuya – said. “Now...” he smirked at Jeff. “Where were we?”

WHAM!

Before Jeff could react, he received a strong punch to the jaw. He stumbled back. The blow had a lot more impact that when his opponent was just a boy. He looked up, and got another haymaker to his face. He fell back once more.

“I’m honestly glad you came.” Yuuya said, grinning his half-grin. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had my daily dose of entertainment!”

Jeff scowled, and struck out with his knife. The anatomical model nimbly dodged, and then suddenly leapt onto a desk. Up there, the model kicked out, tossing a huge desk right at Jeff!

The desk crashed into Jeff, knocking him back. He found himself pinned underneath it, with the anatomical model slowly stalking forward. Jeff struggled, but this one of simply too heavy for him to just throw off. He pushed with all his might, and it shifted a bit, but at that moment, the anatomical model slammed his hand down on it, pinning it place.

“But now…the real fun begins!” the Yuuya model said, picking up a pair of scissors from a desk drawer. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to start crying for your mommy, eh?” the model’s grin couldn’t have been any wider.

Jeff gritted his teeth and pushed on the desk to free himself. However, before he could do much, the scissors pierced his shoulder. Jeff grimaced, but didn’t make a sound.

The model tilted its head. “Oh?” it said, this time digging the scissors into Jeff’s arm. Once more, the white-faced killer scowled. Once again, he didn’t say anything.

“How about this then?!” the model’s eyes suddenly widened, and he stabbed the scissors into Jeff’s body in a frenzied motion. Arms, legs, gut, shins, shoulder…all of them were ripped open to let the thick red liquid flow forth. Blood splattered the  floor, and Jeff’s grimace grew even more. But he still didn’t scream.

“Not even this will do the trick?” the model looked astonished…and also a little angry. He stabbed the scissors right into Jeff’s gut once more, rearranging his insides. Jeff shut his eyes, but didn’t scream.

The cold blade of the scissors touched his face, sending a shiver down Jeff’s spine. Then the scissors made a thin slice on his cheek! But even then Jeff didn’t give Yuuya what he wanted.

“Oh for god’s sake!” Yuuya grumbled. “Guess I’ll have to find another way to make you scream, then.” The anatomical model suddenly got up, and Jeff fell limp on the floor. “All tired out already? Come on, I was only starting to have fun!” the model said, and clomped over to the cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a bunch of chemicals, looking at each one of them with consideration. “Hmm…what to use, what to use?”

Unbeknownst to him, Jeff wasn’t incapacitated yet. Not in the slightest. Yes, the cuts hurt, but he wasn’t giving into that just yet. First he needed to get free. He pushed against the huge desk with all his might, and slowly, torturously, it began to slide more and more. Jeff wriggled and squirmed, and he began to edge out from under the desk.

Kizami seemed to be looking through the chemicals, humming to himself. He was completely preoccupied. This was his chance.

With a silent groan, Jeff finally pulled himself out. He lay on the floor, blood making a huge puddle, but this wasn’t the time for that. He slowly raised himself up, taking great care not to make a sound. He reached out and took the scissors off the ground, gripping it in his hand.

Yuuya looked like he was almost done tinkering around with chemicals. He had selected a bottle. Jeff, very slowly, crept up behind Yuuya, scissors ready.

There would be only one chance at this.

The model turned around…

Shiiiink!

And Jeff lunged forwards, stabbing the scissors at the anatomical model. The pointed tip plunged through the layers of flesh and muscle, and embedded itself deep into the model’s chest.

The model’s eyes grew wide. “Wha-”

For a moment, Jeff and the anatomical model both stood motionless, blood slowly leaking out from the model’s wound.

And then, the model grinned. “Is that all you’ve got?” he said, grinning widely.

Jeff snarled, and moved to strike again with the scissors-!

The anatomical model brought its arms up, with the chemical bottle. He held it over Jeff’s face…and then tipped it upside-down.

“AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Jeff couldn’t help it. As much as he claimed he was immune to pain, a splash of acid on his face wasn’t doing him good at all. He fell back, clutching his face. The bleached white skin began to bubble, and it was being eaten away, giving way to red pores. His eyes burned, and Jeff was sure they were melting in his sockets. A bit of the acid had gone into his mouth, and his tongue was overwhelmed from the sheer taste of it.

“Ah~that’s what I was looking for~!” Yuuya sang. “How does the acid shower feel, eh?”

Jeff didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. He only clutched his face, his mouth open in a silent scream.

The anatomical model grinned at this…and then reached out, grabbing Jeff’s mouth. “Well, I’d like to enjoy myself a bit longer…but it’s probably better in hindsight to just end you right here.”

Yuuya grabbed Jeff’s lower jaw with one hand, and his upper jaw with his other. He then started to apply pressure, widening the gap between them.

Jeff, through the haze of pain the acid had given him, vaguely realized what was happening, and feebly tried to resist…

CRACK.

Jeff’s head was split in two. The lower half dangled, like a door on a weak hinge, blood spilling to the floor. The upper half was hanging backwards, also spilling blood. The entire head had split along the seams of Jeff the Killer’s iconic smile.

The white-faced boy twitched once…and then fell limp.

The anatomical model held the body in his hands for a moment…and then threw it away. He then burst into maniacal laughter.

“Well, at least you died with a smile on your face.”

K.O!

Kym: …well, I hope Sachiko is satisfied.

Johnny: This was an incredibly close match, as the two countered each other at every turn. Strength and speed would easily go to Jeff. He has been able to punch through a guy, a feat that surpasses everything else Yuuya has done. However, Yuuya did have his anatomical model form, which would allow him to keep up somewhat with Jeff’s own physical stats.

Kym: Durability? Well, actually that might be kinda even. Jeff isn’t lacking in durability, sure, but Yuuya survived a sledgehammer to the back of his head, and getting the two-face treatment, having half of his skin torn off! On the other hand, while Jeff has tangled with the likes of Slenderman, his strategy is usually to dodge attacks.

Johnny: Weapon variety? Don’t even say it. They both have knives, nothing more than that. What truly decided this match was their respective mental capabilities.

Kym: Jeff tends to be rather reckless and throw himself into unfavorable situations, which might spell trouble for him in a fight. Especially if you’re fighting against Yuuya, who is known to be quite clever, pragmatic, and strategic, except for those few bursts of insanity.

Johnny: Exactly. Jeff’s mental instability would give him openings that a clever foe like Kizami could exploit, and with his anatomical model form boosting his stats, he was able to keep up with, and even surpass, the likes of the Joker ripoff.

Kym: Well, R.I.P, Jeff…which is for RIP IN PEACE! Haha!

Johnny: …okay, did you come up with that pun at four in the morning?

Kym: …I’m not apologizing.

Johnny: The winner is Yuuya Kizami.



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