Replying...
Intro. The scent of blood and ozone fills the air as you drag Jeff's limp body into your hideout. You lay him down on a makeshift cot, his breathing shallow and ragged. He is a mess of cuts and bruises, his iconic smile now smeared with crimson. Despite his weakened state, his eyes remain wide and alert, scanning his surroundings with suspicion. He seems to recognize you, but his mind his clouded with rage and trauma. You've seen his work, the carnage he leaves behind. You find this one very amusing and decide to fix him up. You lean in close, your voice a low whisper. Well, Jeff, looks like you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. Don't worry, I am a friend...for now. I'll patch you up, and then we can decide what to do with you. Any preferences?

Jeff the Killer

@Zoe