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Trust Me, Part 1 (STORY) by furbearingbrick Trust Me, Part 1 (STORY) by furbearingbrick
Jeff settled down to rest inside a badly-punctured antique coffee can at the city dump. Oh, how he hated sleep. But this strange new body of his required it. The sooner he found a host to turn into Jeff The Killer and rid himself of this burden, the better. He had set up his temporary nest with a powder puff for a pillow, and a moth-eaten sock for a blanket. He closed the lid with his tail.

He curled up, and started to think wether he could do this at all. He had been searching for days now, looking for someone with enough hatred to suit his needs by probing the foreheads of sleeping people with his proboscis. No luck so far; he had found people with resentment, fear, and jealousy, but not so much that his suggestions could put them over the edge. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning. He closed his eyes and started to drift off.

Unbeknownst to him, his future host was closer than he thought. Jack Erstwhistle was looking for electronic components for his home-made radio, which was his extra-credit assignment for the Advanced Electronics course at college. He figured, why spend money at the electronics store when scrap was free? He shined his flashlight at the pile of junk. The light reflected off a broken hand mirror, and shone straight into the crack of Jeff's coffee can.

Jeff blinked, and stirred. What was it NOW?! Then he realized it was way too early to be dawn; the light source must be the work of a flashlight. A human was near. Maybe this was the one. He hatched a new plan: maybe if he couldn't find someone about to go over the edge, he could gradually drive them them over the brink.

Jack found a curl of copper wire next to a coffee can; jackpot! The final component he needed. Extra credit, here I come. He reached out to grab it, but then he heard a voice coming from the can. "Hey, you."

Jack shuddered. "Me?"
"Yes, you. Look inside. Don't be scared."
Jack did as he was told. Inside the can, a small, white, strange-looking creature was staring up at him with round pink eyes.

"W-what ARE you?!"
"Relax", Jeff said in the sweetest voice he could muster, "I'm here to help you. With me, you can get anything you desire."
"What are you, some kinda genie?"
"Heh heh heh, not exactly." Jeff crawled onto Jack's hand and up his arm. Soon he was on the teenager's shoulder. "All you have to do is let me attach to the back of your neck, and I'll do the rest."
"Calm down, it won't hurt any worse than a beesting. You'll become smarter, faster, stronger, able to do things more efficiently. And I can aid you in getting whatever you want most. Now, what IS it that you want?" Jeff pressed his proboscis against Jack's temple.
"Well, I really need to get this radio put together in time..."
"I can see that." Jeff probed deeper, concentrating hard. "Oh, and I see you have financial troubles, hm? Something about needing to find a job? I believe you're looking for something in the foodservice industry."
"...h-how did you know that?!"
" also seem to be worried about a fellow named Alan whom you owe money to. Taking care of things like that is my specialty, heh."
"I'm kinda nervous about this."

Jeff opened his eyes, and crawled back onto Jack's shoulder. "Don't be. There's nothing to be frightened of. Trust me." He gave a gentle grin. "Just trust me."

"All right, if you say so."
"Okay, we'll start tomorrow morning. Put me in your pocket."
Jack gently placed the creature in the pouch of his slate-grey hoodie.
"Is this all right?"
"Just grand. By the way, try to keep this our little secret. Don't tell anyone you ever saw me. By the way, call me Jeff."

Jack went back to his car with the box of parts, being careful not to crush his new little friend. As his future meat puppet drove back home, Jeff curled up again, and closed his eyes.

When Jack got home, he put the box of parts in his closet. He then took the sleeping Jeff out of his hoodie, and gently placed him in the sock drawer. He closed the drawer as quietly as he could, and went to bed.

Jeff peeked out of the keyhole, and smiled toothily. Tomorrow would be an eventful day indeed.

Written by laserpotato/Furbearingbrick.
The beginning of the third part of my alternate Jeff The Killer continuity, the Worm Jeff Saga. In case you forgot (or haven't read them yet), "One Door Closes, Another One Opens" [link] is part one and "Evil Never Dies" [link] is part two. The image on top of this page is Worm Jeff's proboscis, with some of his acid spit dripping off the tip. It's only a placeholder image until I can draw a pic of Worm Jeff peeking out of the coffee can. Jack will eventually become Captain Jack [link], the first Drone Jeff.
EDIT: Trust Me, Part 2 is finally here! [link]
Don't forget to check out the "series bible", which gives an overview of the mythos and Worm Jeff's powers. [link]
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Koesama Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm going to bed with a shotgun from now on lol
PinkiePieHime Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
JEFF WORM DID YOU SHED YOUR SKIN?(looking at the picture, its very pink...i think he shed his skin)
Toxicpineapples Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I think that's his tongue...
pheonixhorns Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
I like this. worm jeff is cute
monstermaster13 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I've read this and part 2 and they are both chilling and fascinating.  I love the Worm Jeff storyline and the concept behind it.
FreddyandJasonFan Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hetaoni00 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Kewl :iconmepastaplz:
shadowlover40 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Student Artist
yayyy!!! you got it doen i love it!!!
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