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Jeff was a fairly famous model, appearing in teen magazines across the country, known for his boyish good looks and his wide smile. To the outsider, his life was good. He didn't have to go to high school like other kids his age, he didn't have to endure the regular trials of teenage years, and girls everywhere taped his pictures to their walls. He brushed elbows with movie stars and singers, and had everything a young man could want.

At least, that's what it looked like on the outside.

No one knew the reality of his life, the endless photo shoots that stretched from the early morning until late into the night, the ache of standing and posing, the cattiness of the people he had to work with. If everyone else wanted the glamorous life of a model, all Jeff wanted was a normal one. A life where he could get a full night's sleep, where he could eat whatever he wanted and wear whatever he wanted and socialize with whoever he wanted, to go to class, to go on dates. To be unknown and unnoticeable.

It seemed like he was doomed from the start, he felt. As far back as he could remember, everyone had always commented on his looks.

"Look at those eyes," they would say, leaning down to peer into them. "Those are eyes that stay with you."

"Look at that smile," they said. "You should smile more, Jeff. You have such a beautiful smile."

Jeff rarely smiled of his own volition. Usually it was at the insistence of some pushy photographer while his mother, who was also his manager, glared at him from her chair in the corner.

"That isn't right at all, Jeff. You have to look happier. This is a happy shoot, remember? Smile wider. You want to make people happy, don't you? You look like you're half-asleep, that's not going to cut it."

But Jeff was half-asleep, even under the bright lights of the studio. He had not gotten any sleep that night thanks to a tirade from his mother. She was angry that he had not gotten a contract with a watch company; he'd been passed over for someone else, and that was not acceptable.

"This isn't acceptable, Jeffrey. This is completely unacceptable. Do you think this is what I've worked so hard for? For you to lose to this shrimpy little waif? I have a beautiful son, but where's his ambition? Don't you want fame, Jeff? Don't you want people to know who you are? Or do you want to be some little no one wasting your life in some crappy job? Is that what you want, Jeff?"

It was exactly what Jeff wanted, but he said nothing, just stared at the floor.

"You have something special, Jeff. You have a beautiful face. But you're always walking around with your eyes half closed and no smile. You think you could survive without that face?"

In the studio the photographer stepped out from behind the camera and walked over to Jeff, signaling for the other model to give them some space.

"Jeff, open your eyes. You have gorgeous eyes, hon, but you're not letting us see them. You're being all gloomy and it just looks awful. I don't understand. Do you want something? Coffee? What do you want?"

"I just want some sleep," Jeff said, but the photographer laughed.

"Oh, honey, no one sleeps in this business. Get used to it."

"People who succeed don't sleep," snapped Jeff's mother from the corner.

She was annoyed after the shoot. It was already four in the afternoon; they had been there all morning.

"I think you just want to fail sometimes, I really do. You're nothing without your face and you don't even care."

Jeff stood in front of the wall of photos in his house. All his best, wearing designer clothing that cost more than most people could begin to imagine, lounging on elaborate sets, next to beautiful women. He peered closer at the photos, and he realized something.

He barely recognized himself.

It wasn't the makeup and the photo editing, no, it was something else. It was, he realized with a chill, that he simply did not know the face in the photos. The young man in the photos was a stranger, a perfect, unknowable stranger with features he did not recognize.

Whoever this was, it wasn't him.

He ran to the mirror, but there was the face again, not his, but the one from the photograph. It had been his once, but no longer. Now it belonged to the magazines, to the photographers and the agents and the advertisers who used it, molded it to their own needs, dictated its expressions and its emotions, ordered him to smile and smile for the camera. And it belonged to his mother, who thought he was nothing without it. Who thought it was her tool for gaining fame and wealth.

This had gone quite far enough, Jeff decided.

His mother was awakened by the sound of breath, rasping and strange. She shrieked when she opened her eyes, at the horrible face leering down at her. The mouth had been cut along the cheeks into a jagged, permanent grin, now crusted with blood, exposing the rows of white teeth underneath. The cuts were fresh, and blood and spittle ran down his chin. But worst of all were the eyes. They were lidless, ringed in black ash and staring down at her with palpable hatred.

"Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Mommy," the thing said. The thing that was once her son.

"What have you done to yourself?"

"I've made myself beautiful. Don't you like my smile? Aren't I beautiful?"

She scrambled back towards the wall, away from him.

"Aren't I beautiful, Mommy?"

"Yes," she whispered carefully. "Of course you are." Her arm was sliding down the wall behind the bed. To where she kept the gun.

But of course Jeff saw her. He could see everything now, eyes open in the darkness.

"You're lying, Mommy. You're lying to me. But it's alright. I'm beautiful now. Now I'm the way I was supposed to look."

"Jeffrey, what have you done? You're not even my son anymore, you—"

The knife cut her off. The last thing she saw was Jeff's smile, his dead and blackened eyes.

"You said people who succeed don't sleep, Mommy. Well, you've succeeded. You can go to sleep now. Go to sleep."

In the morning, when the police finally came, they found his mother's body lying on the bed, and above it, smeared on the walls in her blood, were written the words

YOU WILL ALL
GO TO SLEEP
I decided to give Jeff a new backstory, because frankly, his original one sucks. I kept a few of the same elements, but decided to focus on the two elements that I found the most interesting: sleep and beauty. The idea of Jeff wanting to be thought of as beautiful is interesting to me, because this desire is usually attributed to female characters, and so I thought it would be fun to explore it with a male character.

I also had the following problems with the original story:

1. Bleach does not permanently whiten your skin. I know this because I've spilled bleach on myself. If anything, it irritates the fuck out of your skin and makes it get red and gross. Peroxide will temporarily lighten skin but the skin will return to its normal color within a day. Also, bleach is not flammable.

2. Getting burned in the way the original story describes would not leave one's hair singed black. It would leave one with no hair at all.

3. The no nose thing bothers me slightly because while I'm aware that sever enough burns can cause someone to lose their nose, they would lose a lot more in the process. And they would still have, to be crude, a hole in their face through which to breathe. The fact the Jeff in his original incarnation has nothing but a smooth bump is completely unrealistic. He has a nose. Sorry. He does.

You can read Jeff's original (sucky) story here, but be aware that it sucks.

I didn't make up Jeff. I think he came from /4chan or something.
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BlackGoddess13 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2014
Oh gods, THANK YOU!

I like Jeff the Killer, I think he has potential, but I just HATED his original story, for all the aforementioned reasons. Granted, I do have my own take on how I would refurbish his backstory, but this is wonderful in itself. I love the way you attributed his deformities to his constant struggle to be beautiful. As someone who loves symbolism, I have to say, well done!
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Moon-Phace Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks! Yeah, the character had potential--if I didn't think it was there, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of rewriting it. I'd love to see your version as well! 
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BlackGoddess13 Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014
Really? Thank you! It shouldn't be long now before I have something; I'm keeping a few main aspects of his story, but really adding in more foreshadowing and symbolism, just to tie everything together. It's Jane's story that I'm completely throwing out and just rewriting almost from scratch.
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Moon-Phace Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Yeah, Jane's is even worse, because it's just piggybacking off the (already terrible) Jeff story. But yeah, let me know if/when you get around to rewriting them, because I like seeing other peoples' interpretations. 

Honestly, I haven't looked into the Creepypasta scene in a really long time, so I'm kind of out of the loop.
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BlackGoddess13 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014
I've started on the pre-writing-draft, I'll let you know when I have something of actual value. I'd love to hear your opinion on my work.

Honestly, I don't keep up with the actual site as much as I should.
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Moon-Phace Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
I haven't kept up with the CreepyPasta site at all. Honestly, while there are some good stories there, they don't seem to really filter anything or have standards, so there's a lot of really bad stuff. If you want better quality, check out SCP (Special Containment Procedures). Good stuff, and the site runs a tighter ship. 
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BlackGoddess13 Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014
I've heard SCP has some amazing content, but I've been so busy I haven't been able to check it out. Life is always calling, you know? No rest for us weary~
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Moon-Phace Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Yes, I know that all too well!
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SilverScarlet99 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
i prefer this story much better and not just because of the facts you pointed out, this story also is written MUCH better than the original story and it makes his descent into madness more understandable. excellent story
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Moon-Phace Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks! I think the original was likely written by someone quite young, so a lot of it was misinformed and not very well thought-out. Mine's not great by any means, but I like to think I provided an alternative. 
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