Creepypasta fan fiction

Jeff's bad dream

No sooner I closed my eyes I hear Jeff let out a huge girly scream I got up and followed a really tired looking Slender to Jeff’s room I stand in the doorway of his room as Slender sits on his bed next to him he is sitting in the middle of his bed hugging his knees like a two year old who just had a nightmare. Slender looks at him “Are you ok Jeff” he says still half asleep Jeff is shaking violently and finally says something “F-fan girls every w-where” his voice full of terror I hold back a laugh as much as possible as Slendy speaks up “Wait what?” he says confused.
Jeff manages to speak a second time “T-they are e-every where” he looks around anxiously up at the vent, over at the closet and down at the floor “Umm… Slendy do you think it’s possible he may have had a bad dream” I said stating the obvious. Jeff just shakes his head “T-they were chasing m-me and were I had t-to hide I hid in here b-but they were there, there a-and there” he says pointing up at the vent, over at the closet and at the floor
I think Slendy finally gets the idea and gets up and looks under the bed up in the vent and in the closet I laugh as Slender sits back down to comfort Jeff. Slender looks at me and I look away “Jeff there is nothing there” Slender says trying to comfort Jeff “B-but it was s-so real Slendy” Jeff says
by now I actually feel a little sorry for him I mean we are talking about Jeff, Jeff The Killer the one who went insane, murdered his family, cut his cheeks and burned his eyelids, but yet he is scared of a mere fan girl. Slendy looks at Jeff again “Jeff for the last time, there are no fan girls under your bed, in the vent or in the closet.”
He said doing his best to calm him down as much as he could. Jeff was shaking as he spoke again “C-check again” he says, slowly calming down I watch Slender as he gets up again looks up in the vent “See no fan girls” he says walking to his bed and looking under the bed “See Jeff there aren’t any here either.” He says as he moves over to the closet he opens it up “Or here…” he is cut off by a pair of big, grey, luminescent eyes. Slender stares at the creature in the closet “Rake get out” he says pointing to the door, Rake walks out of the room his head hung low “Nice one Rake” I say as I pass him on my way back to my room. I jump into bed still chuckling to myself as I think about Jeff’s fear of Fan girls.