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Character: JackTheRipper - CreepyPasta oc' sheet
Why the story is titled payback: Go.. too.. Sleep Jeff !!
Character belongs to his owner. This is more or less done to cheer up friends bothered by his... Character.
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Snarling, Jeff yanked his knife out of the tree and snapped around in search of his target. Jack the Ripper. The damned bastard seemed to think he was capable of taking out all the other creepypasta in order to rule them. Idiot didn't notice the flaws in his plan. He was out to destroy all the higher ups, but if by means of some unholy miracle he managed to, he wouldn't have shit to rule. The moron had decided to come after him, and now he seemed to be fighting for his life. Kill or bee killed. That was the situation. As it was though, Jack seemed to have the upper hand. This was a human versus human fight, but Jeff's only weapon was his knife.

The Ripper had a katana, and some strange device that made him capable of teleporting. If he managed to catch the killer off guard, he'd wind up dead. Growling, Jeff decided to remain in place while slowly turning in a circle. He'd be prepared to attack when the redheaded prick decided to show up again. A flash of red at the corner of his eye alerted him to the incoming danger. Instinctively, he sidestepped. Just in time to avoid getting sliced by the damned blade of his. In a flash, Jeff swung his blade towards the assailant. He nicked cloth, but not much aside from that. As things seemed to be, this battle would go on for quite some time.

He made another move to attack, only to snarl once more as the Ripper used his teleportation device to escape his reach. He cursed under his breath and resumed his earlier action of circling in place. If he could take out that thing on the guys wrist, he could even out the playing field. He'd have to either break the damned machine, or cut off Jack's hand. Honestly, the latter of the two seemed more appealing to him. He wanted to hear the bastards wails of pain as he cut him apart. Another flicker of red from his side, and this time he ducked. The blade of the katana flicked over his head, taking a few strands of his hair with it. Better he get a bit of a haircut, than lose his head.

As he ducked, Jeff shoved his knife upwards hoping to get more than cloth. He licked out this time. The blade of his knife sank deep into the flesh of the Ripper's forearm. He heard a pained his in response to it, then struggled to yank his knife back before the katana could be swung again. He was a tad slow that time around, and suffered a small cut beneath his unblinking eye. Not wanting the game of cat and mouse to go on forever, he immediately lunged at the opposing male. His intention was to tackle him before he could use the teleporter. Luck was on his side once more. Jack had not expected the move, and his body was knocked to the leaf littered forest floor.

Before the Ripper could react to the unexpected assault, Jeff jammed his knife into the arm that supported the teleportation device. Jack struggled, and in response to it the killer yanked his knife towards the male's wrist in hopes of cutting his arm in two. Bone got in the way, but he still managed to mangle his enemy's arm, as well as cut the device from his frame. Before he could inflict more damage, an unexpected blow to his abdomen succeeded in winding him. He fell onto his side, gasping for air and in an attempt to take advantage of the situation the Ripper jumped up and raised his blade in preparation to decapitate the killer.

However, Jeff managed to compose himself. He rolled further to the side to avoid getting struck by the blow, and in the blink of an eye he was lunging at the other once more. This time, he positioned his knife so that when he hit the other, he sank it into flesh. As he and the Ripper went colliding into the ground, the blade sank into his chest. Jeff's Glasgow smile only grew as he stared at the spot where his knife had struck. The blow hadn't hit the heart, but he'd definitely punctured a lung. At that point, the killer didn't hesitate to take advantage of the other's pain inflicted state of shock. He yanked the blade from its place in Jack's chest, only to slam it back down.

Again and again he repeated this action, trapped in the thrill of the moment. This man he was stabbing had had desires to dangerous to leave unpunished. He didn't stop stabbing until the knife was hitting more blood than flesh. He'd made a bloody, mushy mess of the Ripper's chest cavity. If he was to bother reaching in, he would't be able to pull out a solid piece of flesh or organ. Panting, and laughing, he rose from the dead male and sneered down at him. His expression was trapped as one of pain and shock. Great and powerful proxy of the Slenderman and Zalgo eh? Well, given what he'd planned on doing, Jeff was sure neither of the beings in question would be to upset about him being dead.

Before leaving, he decided to rub some salt in the wounds that were the Ripper's pride. He sliced off the males eyelids and cut a Glasgow smile into his cheeks. Content with his work, he left the body to rot so that he could go and celebrate his victory. The only words uttered by the killer as he departed, were "Sleep well, motherfucker~"...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Character: JackTheRipper - CreepyPasta oc' sheet
Why the story is titled payback: Go.. too.. Sleep Jeff !!
Character belongs to his owner. This is more or less done to cheer up friends bothered by his... Character.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snarling, Jeff yanked his knife out of the tree and snapped around in search of his target. Jack the Ripper. The damned bastard seemed to think he was capable of taking out all the other creepypasta in order to rule them. Idiot didn't notice the flaws in his plan. He was out to destroy all the higher ups, but if by means of some unholy miracle he managed to, he wouldn't have shit to rule. The moron had decided to come after him, and now he seemed to be fighting for his life. Kill or bee killed. That was the situation. As it was though, Jack seemed to have the upper hand. This was a human versus human fight, but Jeff's only weapon was his knife.

The Ripper had a katana, and some strange device that made him capable of teleporting. If he managed to catch the killer off guard, he'd wind up dead. Growling, Jeff decided to remain in place while slowly turning in a circle. He'd be prepared to attack when the redheaded prick decided to show up again. A flash of red at the corner of his eye alerted him to the incoming danger. Instinctively, he sidestepped. Just in time to avoid getting sliced by the damned blade of his. In a flash, Jeff swung his blade towards the assailant. He nicked cloth, but not much aside from that. As things seemed to be, this battle would go on for quite some time.

He made another move to attack, only to snarl once more as the Ripper used his teleportation device to escape his reach. He cursed under his breath and resumed his earlier action of circling in place. If he could take out that thing on the guys wrist, he could even out the playing field. He'd have to either break the damned machine, or cut off Jack's hand. Honestly, the latter of the two seemed more appealing to him. He wanted to hear the bastards wails of pain as he cut him apart. Another flicker of red from his side, and this time he ducked. The blade of the katana flicked over his head, taking a few strands of his hair with it. Better he get a bit of a haircut, than lose his head.

As he ducked, Jeff shoved his knife upwards hoping to get more than cloth. He licked out this time. The blade of his knife sank deep into the flesh of the Ripper's forearm. He heard a pained his in response to it, then struggled to yank his knife back before the katana could be swung again. He was a tad slow that time around, and suffered a small cut beneath his unblinking eye. Not wanting the game of cat and mouse to go on forever, he immediately lunged at the opposing male. His intention was to tackle him before he could use the teleporter. Luck was on his side once more. Jack had not expected the move, and his body was knocked to the leaf littered forest floor.

Before the Ripper could react to the unexpected assault, Jeff jammed his knife into the arm that supported the teleportation device. Jack struggled, and in response to it the killer yanked his knife towards the male's wrist in hopes of cutting his arm in two. Bone got in the way, but he still managed to mangle his enemy's arm, as well as cut the device from his frame. Before he could inflict more damage, an unexpected blow to his abdomen succeeded in winding him. He fell onto his side, gasping for air and in an attempt to take advantage of the situation the Ripper jumped up and raised his blade in preparation to decapitate the killer.

However, Jeff managed to compose himself. He rolled further to the side to avoid getting struck by the blow, and in the blink of an eye he was lunging at the other once more. This time, he positioned his knife so that when he hit the other, he sank it into flesh. As he and the Ripper went colliding into the ground, the blade sank into his chest. Jeff's Glasgow smile only grew as he stared at the spot where his knife had struck. The blow hadn't hit the heart, but he'd definitely punctured a lung. At that point, the killer didn't hesitate to take advantage of the other's pain inflicted state of shock. He yanked the blade from its place in Jack's chest, only to slam it back down.

Again and again he repeated this action, trapped in the thrill of the moment. This man he was stabbing had had desires to dangerous to leave unpunished. He didn't stop stabbing until the knife was hitting more blood than flesh. He'd made a bloody, mushy mess of the Ripper's chest cavity. If he was to bother reaching in, he would't be able to pull out a solid piece of flesh or organ. Panting, and laughing, he rose from the dead male and sneered down at him. His expression was trapped as one of pain and shock. Great and powerful proxy of the Slenderman and Zalgo eh? Well, given what he'd planned on doing, Jeff was sure neither of the beings in question would be to upset about him being dead.

Before leaving, he decided to rub some salt in the wounds that were the Ripper's pride. He sliced off the males eyelids and cut a Glasgow smile into his cheeks. Content with his work, he left the body to rot so that he could go and celebrate his victory. The only words uttered by the killer as he departed, were "Sleep well, motherfucker~"...