Jeff Gore

Tridecalogism wrote another one which will be mangled. It goes back to October 10, 2014 at least, and was originally called simply "Jeff" but for the sake of cataloguing, I've added to the title, and it will become clear why "Gore". This one is especially gross. Ugh! 🤢



🤥CP: Cold. So cold. You're not wearing any shoes and your feet are cold. That's your first conscious thought. Your second was the awareness that your jaws hurt, forced apart by a rubber ball. Your third was fear.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Well, that wouldn't be me. I'm nice and warm, have nothing in my mouth, and am currently feeling the opposite of fear.

🤥CP: "Oh, good, it worked. You're waking up."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: So who's speaking, and who is waking up? Why would somebody be sleeping with a rubber ball in their mouth?

🤥CP: The man, still blurry to your eyes, replaces the syringe on a raised tray table, then turns around, walking into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of a tap running fills the room.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, I'm getting an idea. Is this supposed to be Jeffrey Hotek (Jeff The Killer) coming out of what should've been death but is just a NDE? I'm referring to the end of this story.

🤥CP: "I know what you're thinking... Well, going to be thinking, once your head clears. And don't bother. You're not going anywhere for a while."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: This is either one of two people. 1. It could be whoever is looking at Jeff at the end of the story in the link above, or 2. it could actually be Jeff, holding someone hostage. And if it is the latter, I have this to say:

Do NOT *EVER* presume to know what the next person is thinking, you arrogant skin waste!

On the other hand, if this is a man speaking to an immobile Jeff, well, let's just say that scenario is much better.

🤥CP: The side of your arm and the back of your neck both ache horribly. Last thing you remember was being in the elevator on the way up to your apartment, third floor. He walks back in the room, though you can't see him very clearly from the corner of your eye. Obviously he's not trying to hide, as he walks around to sit on the stool in front of you.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: I don't live in a third floor apartment. My neck, arm, and side are just fine.

🤥CP: He's as nondescript as they come, wearing store-bought clothes- faded blue jeans, acid-washed. Grotesque black band t-shirt, like one might buy at Hot Topic. His hair is a bit shaggy, a trim could do him good. His eyes are the only thing really off about him. They're a soft red, like an albino's.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Grotesque black band t-shirt and faded acid-washed bluejeans, shaggy hair. I wouldn't call that nondescript. And of course, something is always off about the eyes. Gary Stu, you know. I'd suspect this as being Jeffrey, though his eyes are usually described as black, or having black rings. The clothes and hair fits, though.

🤥CP: "You can call me Jeff."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* So Jeffrey... Since when did you care about reviving anyone you torture, and what happened to your black-ringed eyes? Trying to burn them out again or something?

Well, just you wait. It is going to be you who goes nowhere fast, when I get you...!

🤥CP: He picks up the syringe, a glass and metal one that you might see in an antique store, or a museum. He squirts the rest of the liquid in it into a rag and puts the syringe into his pocket.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: So, Jeffrey is into messing about with drugs/poison, now, is he? I can guess he's going to shove that rag into his hostage's face and paralyze them.

🤥CP: "Don't bother screaming, or I'll kill you."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: "Don't bother" this, "don't bother" that... Jeffrey, just don't bother breathing...

🤥CP: He reaches forward, and spins you in the chair- it's an office chair. In the spinning, you get a good look at the room. It's your average college student's apartment, one room with a deadbolt-and-chain front door. A futon is rolled up, japanese-style, leaning in a corner. A small metal computer desk with a glass top and a closed laptop sitting on top in another corner. The power supply is curled up neatly underneath it, the cord bound with a velcro strip.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: So, Jeff gots his own pad now, from all the money he took from his previous murder victims, no doubt. *Seething*

🤥CP: You feel a tugging at the gag in your mouth as he unbuckles it. The ball gag falls out of your mouth and you sputter, flexing your jaw and cursing harshly. Your mouth is dry and tacky, tasting of rubber. He swivels the chair back around, and the same piercing gaze meets your eyes, which you glare back into angrily.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Jeffrey deserves that glare, and he gets one from me as well.

🤥CP: "Why the flare am I here?" you shout, and before you can flinch, the flat edge of a scalpel is placed to your throat.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Typical Jeffrey. So now he's gone and killed somebody or a number of somebodies who had medical tools in their possession, which he then plundered off them. *Scowl* Or maybe he just stole this from the college he pretended to go to. Jeffrey is no doctor...

🤥CP: "Now, what did I tell you about shouting? Let's use our inside voices, please."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, Jeffrey, when I get my hands on you, you'll get an earful of ugly, outdoor screams - of rage! Never *EVER* use the phrase "inside voices" on anyone again! You will be very sorry for your condescending, patronizing crap!

🤥CP: He takes the scalpel away, placing it on the tray table.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Because he loves playing sick psych games with people before killing them. That's already been well established. *Scowl*

🤥CP: "Now, to answer your question, You're here because I want you to be. You're alive because I'm bored. And you better not make me bored enough to find something better to do with you than talk."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Rolling eyes, expression of utter contempt* Always the "I'm bored" excuse, and too much of a brainless coward to learn how to entertain yourself without it being at someone else's expense. I'd suggest you pick up something worthwhile like art or construction or even video game design, Jeffrey, but all that requires talent, which you lack, completely!

When you are confronted by me eventually, boredom will be the furthest thing from your mind! *Menacing glare*

🤥CP: His eyes had deepened to a darker red. He hadn't blinked the entire time, nor had his expression shifted from the blank look he'd been giving you the entire time you were here.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Blank, because his head is one big blank. Naturally his Gary Stu eyes would change color with his excited mood.

🤥CP: "Fine. So what the flare do you want me to do?"

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Whoever you are, I would like you to strangle that stupid mug before you, but I'v got a feeling he's made sure you can't.

🤥CP: You spit at him, temper getting the best of you.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Hurrah! You go, whoever you are!

🤥CP: You hoped he couldn't sense the fear in your voice. But of course he could. You knew he could smell it like a guilty child coming home reeking of cigarettes.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Provided he hadn't gone completely nose-blind due to his own stench!

🤥CP: "Now, there's no sense getting angry. And profanity just shows how limited your vocabulary really is."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Says the blithering idiot who readily uses profanity! Hypocrite! As for this limited vocabulary you keep moaning on about, you really should ditch that stupid old "Go to sleep" thing. Oh, and "beautiful" too. Jeffrey, you are a very limited, two-dimensional person, trying to look like more, and failing miserably. You could recite a whole book of Shakespeare from memory, and it would do nothing to erase your crimes, or stop me from going after you.

🤥CP: "flare. You." He continues staring at you.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Don't stare, Jeffrey, that's rude.

🤥CP: "Now that was just rude."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Yeah, Jeffrey, you are just rude.

🤥CP: He stands up, walking to the back of the office chair, and pulling you backwards, the wheels squeaking on the thick carpet.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Well, Jeffrey, since you get amused by playing around and with chairs...

🤥CP: "Wait- Where are you taking me?"

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: You are right in thinking that loser has no good intentions.

🤥CP: You struggle against your bonds- no use. Thick leather cuffs, tight as a second skin.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Because Jeffrey is into that sort of thing, naturally...

🤥CP: He pulls you into the bathroom, and swivels you to look at the shower.You have to bite back your scream.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Jeffrey is the one who needs a shower, man, does he need it! Stinking, bloody, greasy, filthy scumbag.

🤥CP: "Beautiful, isn't it?"

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: A shower is "beautiful"? Jeffrey, just give it up!

🤥CP: A lump of flesh that was once a person. Limbs severed and stacked neatly by the torso, wrapped into a bundle with a length of intestine. Blood pooled around it, and the face, its eyes gouged out and tongue pulled neatly through a cut in the throat. Chest carved like a thanksgiving ham, skinned neatly, the skin scraped clean of flesh and hung from the shower curtain rail.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Revolted scowl* AAAAAAAAAGH! *Fuming*

🤥CP: "I would have thought you would appreciate it."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Shut your filthy mouth, Jeffrey!

🤥CP: You gag, but manage to spit out,

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: And hopefully it lands on Jeffrey's face.

🤥CP: "What the flare are you talking about?"

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Don't try to understand what goes on in that freak's sadistic head. It's hopeless. I'll try to sum it up for you. Jeffrey hates real beauty. He thinks gory deaths and mutilations are "beautiful"

🤥CP: "Your computer. You have pictures of my work... and others. You post them on imageboards, forums."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: It's not your "work" Jeffrey, you know nothing of work. You kill people, and then you take hostages and whine your head off to them about what you think they have on their computers. Pathetic!

🤥CP: "Those are... Those are a joke! They're... they're..."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Hmm. You're too kind. I'd call anything Jeffrey "trash".

🤥CP: you struggle for words, even as he sits on the edge of the tub and stares, waiting for an explanation.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: And staring is still rude.

🤥CP: "They're just for kicks? For fun?"

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Well, you should know all about that, Jeffrey, since you get your sick kicks killing people and making others look at what you did to them! Idiot!

🤥CP: You nod furiously.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Actually I don't. This should've been written in third person.

🤥CP: "No. They're not."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: If that was you, Jeffrey, shut it!

🤥CP: he reaches down to scoop out a bit of gore from the bath water, and holds it up to you. It's a blue eye, with a red nerve running from the back down his red-stained wrist.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Oh, am I going to heap a pile of trouble on Jeffrey when I get everything worked out! *Disgusted scowl*

🤥CP: "Funny, isn't it?" he says, laughing.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Glowers at Jeffrey* NO! Stupid! It's not funny, it's not "beautiful" and it's going to be added to your list of crimes. You are not scaring me. You are not impressing me. You are making me angry and disgusted!

🤥CP: You retch, but there's nothing in your stomach to throw up- you settle for glaring at him once the retching stops.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: There's a good chance I will vomit on Jeffrey, since I intend to eat before taking him on, and then considering how filthy he is, the smell will probably make me sick. But it'll be worth it to take that snotty sadistic worm down!

🤥CP: "You're a monster."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Whoever you are, you're correct about that.

🤥CP: He grabs you by the chin with his other hand.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Not even "SOOOOOOOPER JEEEEEEEEFFFF" can grab somebody by the chin. Oh, he could try, but other than directing it up or down or to one side, a chin just isn't exactly grabbable...

🤥CP: "Maybe I am."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: No maybe about it, Jeffrey, you *are*!

🤥CP: His expression has changed drastically, from a blank stare to a rictus snarl.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: You can snarl and wallow in self-pity all you want, Jeffrey, but you chose your disgusting lifestyle. So no sympathy whatsoever from me.

🤥CP: "But maybe you're the monster. You see things online and in the television, and don't think of them as people. Every single person with their throat cut, with their face caved in with a baseball bat. They're people. That."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Except for the news, Jeffrey, the people on TV are doing something called ACTING! Maybe you've heard of it? Gah you're stupid! Don't try pulling this; *YOU* killed! For no reason, I might add!

🤥CP: he turns your head to look at the corpse.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: TV didn't do that, Jeffrey, *YOU* did!

🤥CP: "That was a person. Living. Breathing, thinking. And if you were to find this on an imageboard? You'd save it to your 'Gore file', and laugh about it to yourself."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Facepalm* 1. A living breathing thinking person *YOU KILLED*, Jeffrey! 2. Do *NOT* presume stuff about anyone you decide to take hostage. You have no idea what this person does online. You are not an internet god... 3. This person looked at images online and laughed at them, and you're singling them out for that? Show me a person who hasn't done that! 4. You are criminally stupid when you can't tell the difference between laughing at a dumb online image and taking a human life! 5. You are so utterly screwed up as to think looking at a picture is worse than killing somebody - you need to be vaporized!

🤥CP: He dropped the eyeball into the water, where it fell with a plop.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Scowl* He's really going to get it!

🤥CP: "You're just as much of a monster as I am. The difference between us is that I don't find this funny."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Liar Jeffrey! *YOU* are the only monster, and you *DO* find this funny! You said yourself that you wanted this person around to give you some cheap thrills because you were bored, remember? *Snarl* So cut the crap!

🤥CP: He shoves you away, and you fall backwards, tied to the chair and unable to right yourself. Hot tears course down your cheeks, partly from the force of your retches and partly from Jeff making you realise, making you know that in truth, you are no worse than him.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: And you are a heck of a lot better than him...

🤥CP: He rights you, and reaches for the sink. A butcher knife, bloodied and dripping, rests in it. You prepare for the end- but he cuts you free. Your wrists ache as he places the knife in your hands. Your heart aches as he points at the corpse.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: So do him in before he forces you to stab at a dead person. Eww! *Disgusted scowl*

🤥CP: "Cut out his heart. Cut it out and prove that you're just as sick as I am."

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Glower* Don't make demands, Jeffrey! Especially not that kind! Oh, you are in for a load of nasty from me! Your hostage is not as sick as you, or s/he would be a killer too. You blithering self-important cretin!

🤥CP: You find yourself doing just that. Your bare feet settle into the water as you straddle the body, stabbing into the middle of the body's chest again and again, eyes blurred by tears and the blood that flies from the torso into your face.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: The hostage was still trying to save their own life. After all, Jeffrey has other knives hidden who knows where, and there is that drug-laced cloth in his pocket. So I will not hold your actions against you, whoever you are. This is all being put on Jeffrey...

🤥CP: You gasp, shooting bolt upright in bed, a scream ripping its way from your throat.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Oh! It was all a dream? Ah, that's good to know.

I'm still putting it all on Jeffrey!

🤥CP: You pant, looking around at the familiar view of your small apartment. After a few minutes, you turn in your bed and rub your face with both hands. Your mouth tastes tacky, nasty. Morning breath.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Which is made even worse by the horrible nightmare stress.

🤥CP: You chuckle hesitantly and check the clock. Twelve. You'd slept in- you'd need to call into work and tell them you were sick.You felt sick. That was the weirdest flaring dream you've had since you were a little kid. Your hands are even shaking. Remembering the stories you'd read on the internet, a flare of doubt forms in your mind. You walk into the bathroom, and toss the shower curtains aside. No rotting corpse greeting you in a loving embrace. You laugh at yourself. Just a dream. Ha-ha. You turn to the sink and run the cold water, splashing it into your face with your hands. Your shaggy hair collects in your eyes until you pull it aside, and strip down to get a shower. Afterwards, you walk through the apartment to your mini fridge, intending to get a beer. You pull the door open and stare in surprise.There, neatly covered with plastic wrap, on a plastic plate, is a human heart, with a ragged bite ripped out of it.

🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Which isn't a human heart at all, but some prop for a prank or the making of a movie. Whoever you are, I'd suggest laying off the booze, and don't take drugs other than ones that are prescribed by your doctor.

Ugh, that was revolting!


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