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Archived Police File — Toby Rogers

Case Reference: TR-14

Lead Investigator Reviewing File: Detective Marcus Hale

Status: Missing — Presumed Dead

Charges: Murder, Arson

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[CASE SUMMARY]

Tobias “Toby” Rogers became the primary suspect in a homicide investigation following the death of his father.

According to official records, the incident occurred several days after a severe automobile accident involving Toby and his family.

The crash resulted in:

The death of Toby’s sister.
Permanent injury to Toby.
Severe psychological trauma.

Three days later, Toby’s father was found dead.

Shortly afterward, the Rogers residence was deliberately set on fire.

Toby’s mother died inside the home.

Toby Rogers disappeared before emergency services arrived.

A rusted hatchet believed to belong to the suspect was reported missing from the residence.

Subject has not been located.

Official status remains:

MISSING — PRESUMED DEAD.

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[INVESTIGATOR NOTES]

Detective Hale:

While reviewing older case files connected to the word “proxy,” I discovered several references to Tobias Rogers.

Most were dismissed as rumors.

One recurring claim appears throughout witness reports.

The claim states that Toby Rogers survived the house fire and entered the woods surrounding the town.

The same woods connected to multiple Rose the Killer sightings.

The same woods where Rose reportedly disappeared years ago.

The same woods where numerous missing persons cases remain unsolved.

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[UNCONFIRMED INFORMATION]

Several witness statements reference an organized group known only as:

“THE PROXIES”

Descriptions vary.

Some reports describe them as followers.

Others describe them as servants.

Many reports connect them to a single entity.

An urban legend.

A creature.

A man.

A myth.

Slender Man.

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[ENTITY DESCRIPTION]

According to collected reports, Slender Man is described as:

Extremely tall.
Unnaturally thin.
Completely faceless.
Dressed in a black suit.
Limbs distorted beyond normal human anatomy.

Witnesses also claim his body appears to be made entirely of television static.

His face, hands, and exposed skin reportedly flicker and distort like a broken television screen. Several witnesses stated that his outline constantly shifted, making it impossible to focus on him for more than a few seconds.

Several reports claim static interference occurs in his presence.

Electronic devices allegedly malfunction near sightings.

Witnesses frequently report headaches, memory loss, paranoia, hallucinations, and visual disturbances before encounters.

No evidence confirming the entity’s existence has ever been officially accepted.

Case status:

CLOSED.

Reason:

Urban Legend.

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[ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE]

Following the Rogers house fire, investigators discovered a concealed room within the damaged structure.

Inside were dozens of drawings.

The drawings depicted:

A tall faceless figure.
Distorted trees.
Human figures standing beneath the entity.
Symbols resembling those later found in proxy-related investigations.

Several of the drawings specifically showed the figure’s body covered in dark static-like patterns, matching descriptions given by witnesses.

Despite severe fire damage throughout the residence, the drawings were completely untouched.

No explanation was recorded.

Photographs remain archived.

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[PERSONAL NOTE — DETECTIVE HALE]

I don’t believe in urban legends.

I don’t believe in monsters.

But every road I follow keeps leading back to the same woods.

Rose.

The cult.

The proxies.

Toby Rogers.

And now Slender Man.

Maybe they’re all connected.

Maybe they’re not.

Either way, I’m reopening the Slender Man file.

Something is happening in this town.

And I intend to find out what it is.

— Detective Marcus Hale

[END FILE]

Rose the killer is a notorious killer and
cult leader of the Jeff the killer cult he has his rusty old scissors. He kills with he wears purple, bloody sweat sweatshirt he has staples holding his smile together half of his face is burned and scarred hair. The other side is black, fluffy hair, one brown eye, and one glass white cracked eye I would be honored to see my character in any of your art styles

Funniest part, I am straight white man

This is a drawing of my version of Slenderman for the Rose a killer story as a slight teaser to what’s to come

Hello everyone, this is the second Q&A of Rose the killer story you can ask any question about the story or about the characters, but I will not spoil anything with coming chapters

Recovered Personal Audio Log — Detective Marcus Hale

Recorded: November 6, 2014

Status: Unofficial Recording

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[BEGIN AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

Click.

This is Detective Marcus Hale.

It’s been three days since my interview with Nina.

Since then, she hasn’t spoken a single word.

She hasn’t eaten.

She hasn’t slept.

At least… I don’t think she has.

Every time I walk past her cell, she’s sitting in the exact same position.

Smiling.

Just staring at me.

Waiting.

Long pause.

After the interview, I immediately went to check on my family.

I wish I hadn’t.

Silence.

Nina wasn’t lying.

They were already dead.

My wife.

My brother.

Everyone.

The scene was…

Recording pauses for several seconds.

I can’t describe it.

Not completely.

I’ve worked homicide for years.

I’ve seen things most people couldn’t imagine.

But what happened in that house…

It wasn’t normal.

Nothing about it was normal.

For a moment, I almost went back to the station and killed Nina myself.

I wanted answers.

I wanted someone to blame.

Instead, I came back here.

Because if I don’t figure this out…

More people are going to die.

Paper shuffling.

The cult is growing.

I know it is.

Every report points to the same thing.

More sightings.

More symbols.

More disappearances.

Something is coming.

And whatever it is, Rose is behind it.

Pause.

There’s one thing I can’t get out of my head.

During the interview, Nina mentioned something.

Proxies.

I still don’t know exactly what they are.

But I’ve heard the word before.

Only once.

Years ago.

An old case file.

A boy named Toby Rogers.

Most officers dismissed it as nonsense.

I didn’t.

Not then.

And definitely not now.

The more I look into Rose, the more I keep finding connections.

Connections nobody else seems willing to acknowledge.

Maybe they’re scared.

Maybe they think I’m losing my mind.

Honestly…

Maybe I am.

The other officers have started looking at me differently.

They whisper when I walk past.

They think I’m obsessed.

That grief has broken me.

That I’m seeing things that aren’t there.

But I know what I saw.

And I know what Nina said.

Long pause.

Tomorrow, I’m going into the woods.

The same woods Rose disappeared into years ago.

I’m not leaving until I find something.

Evidence.

Answers.

Rose himself.

Dead or alive.

I refuse to let him get inside my head.

I refuse to become one of them.

Before I go, I’m reopening the Toby Rogers file.

If proxies are connected to Rose…

If they’re connected to this cult…

Then that’s where the answers are.

Pause.

At least…

I hope they are.

Click.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Now I know I’m not good at drawing, but I wanted to contribute a little bit to the community since some amazing people have to contribute for me so I know it’s not the best kind of drawings but I’ll try my best Here’s some of my drawings to show you. These are some monsters for my book series. I’ve been writing. With their name.

Here is some more fan art of my rose the killer AU story so far part six is out
For the first art is made by https://www.reddit.com/u/that_oane_kid/s/XweOiAzTcM
The second art is made by https://www.reddit.com/u/Ok-Glove9466/s/T26OORG4L3
Thank you so much for everyone who made Vanart of my AU of Jeff and Nina, and the one who made my rose fanart

These are my AU versions of Jeff and Nina. The killer from my rose the killer AU. Jeff is blind and missing his nose just a flare gun instead of hitting him in the side of the face hit him front in the face blowing off his nose, and Nina has heterochromia. One of her eyes are pink. Most of the rest of her is normal.

CASE RECORDING #17
Lead Investigator: Detective Marcus Hale
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Description: Brown hair, hazel eyes, professional demeanor. Known among fellow officers for remaining calm under pressure.

[BEGIN AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]
Click.
“My name is Detective Marcus Hale.”
“I’ve been assigned to the Rose the Killer investigation for nearly three years now.”
“Most of the evidence we’ve collected leads nowhere. Missing persons. Bodies found with carved smiles. Graffiti matching the cult’s symbol. Witnesses that disappear before they can testify.”
“And Rose himself…”
Pause.
“We don’t even know if he’s still alive.”
“The official story is that he murdered his parents and vanished into the woods years ago. Since then, reports connected to him have only increased.”
“Some believe he’s dead.”
“Others believe he’s hiding.”
“Personally, I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
Paper shuffling.
“Today, however, we made a breakthrough.”
“For the first time since this investigation began, we have a confirmed member of the cult in police custody.”
“Her name is Nina.”
“Though she insists on calling herself ‘Nina the Killer.’”
Quiet sigh.
“Like we don’t already have enough killers in this town.”
“She was captured after an incident that left three correctional officers dead.”
“The circumstances surrounding their deaths are still under investigation.”
“What’s disturbing is her behavior.”
“She refuses to answer questions.”
“Refuses to identify accomplices.”
“Refuses to acknowledge the murders.”
“Instead, she just smiles.”
“Constantly.”
“Whenever anyone enters her cell, she laughs and asks the same question.”
Pause.
“‘Do you smile often?’”
Long silence.
“She’s also been scratching symbols into the walls.”
“The same symbol we’ve found at multiple crime scenes.”
“A smiling face.”
“One hollow eye.”
“A grin stitched far too wide.”
“The strange thing is she isn’t using any tools.”
“Just her fingernails.”
“She’s covered nearly half the cell.”
Paper shuffling.
“I’ve seen murderers.”
“I’ve seen gang members.”
“I’ve seen people capable of terrible things.”
“But there’s something wrong with her.”
“Something that doesn’t feel human.”
“And for the first time since taking this case…”
Pause.
“I’ll admit she gives me the creeps.”
“Tomorrow morning, I will be conducting a formal interview.”
“Hopefully we’ll finally get some answers about Rose, the cult, and what’s really happening in this town.”
Static.
“End recording.”
Click.
[END AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

This is a Q&A about my Rose the killer story so far there are only four chapters

These are my two versions of Jeff and Nina the killer from my AU/Creepypasta of rose the killer in the description of the AU/creepy pasta

Recovered Police Interview Tape — Evidence File #44A
Recorded: November 3rd, 2014
Lead Investigator: Detective Marcus Hale
Subject: Randy Warren
Relation to Jeff Woods Case: Former Classmate

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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

Detective Hale: Alright, let’s start simple. State your name for the recording.

Randy: Randy Warren.

Detective Hale: Appreciate it. And you understand this interview is being recorded?

Randy: Yeah.

Detective Hale: Good. You contacted the department saying you had information connected to Jeff Woods and the recent murders tied to the so-called “Cult of Jeff.” Correct?

Randy: Yeah… but this isn’t just about Jeff anymore.

Detective Hale: Alright. Then tell me what it’s about.

[brief silence]

Randy: It started years ago.

Before Rose.

Before the cult.

Before people started treating killers like gods.

Back then it was just me, Troy, and Keith.

We were bullies.

Real bad ones.

We picked on anyone weaker than us because we thought it was funny.

Then Jeff Woods moved into town.

Quiet kid. Pale skin. Long black hair always covering his face. Wore that white hoodie everywhere.

At first he looked like an easy target.

But honestly?

Something about him always felt… off.

Detective Hale: Off how?

Randy: He didn’t react normally.

Most kids get angry or scared when you mess with them.

Jeff would just stare at you.

Like he was thinking about something terrible.

Still, we kept messing with him anyway.

Shoving him around. Humiliating him. Small stuff at first.

Then one day after school, Keith shoved Jeff into a fence near the basketball court and Jeff snapped.

He attacked all three of us.

Hard.

I remember him smiling while he did it.

Not a happy smile.

Something worse.

He broke Keith’s nose and almost knocked Troy out before teachers pulled him away.

That should’ve ended it.

But we were angry.

Embarrassed.

So we came up with a stupid plan.

We invited Jeff over pretending we wanted to apologize. Our parents were gone that night.

We figured we’d scare him a little.

Teach him a lesson.

Detective Hale: This was the night of the flare gun incident?

Randy: Yeah.

Keith and Troy held him down while I pulled the flare gun out.

I swear I never meant to shoot him.

I’m not saying I was a good person back then, but I wasn’t trying to kill him.

Jeff started fighting back and Troy slipped.

The gun went off.

Right into Jeff’s face.

[subject pauses]

Detective Hale: Take your time.

Randy: There was blood everywhere.

His nose was basically gone instantly. Skin was hanging off his face while he screamed.

Keith threw up.

Hell, I almost did too.

But the thing I remember most…

Jeff was laughing.

Even while his face was burning, he was laughing.

That’s when I realized something inside him had completely broken.

Maybe it was already broken before that night.

But after the hospital?

There was nothing human left in him.

We blamed the attack on Jeff afterward.

Told everybody he attacked us first.

I think even his parents believed it.

Because later that same night…

Jeff killed them.

Both of them.

Then he disappeared.

A few weeks later people started dying.

Bodies carved up in apartments.

Smiling corpses in alleyways.

Missing people.

That’s when the name started spreading.

Jeff the Killer.

Detective Hale: And where does Rose come into all this?

Randy: Rose changed everything.

Jeff was just one crazy person.

Rose turned him into something bigger.

A religion.

About a year ago those symbols started appearing around town.

Smiling faces with one hollow eye.

Messages painted on walls.

KEEP SMILING.

DO YOU SMILE OFTEN?

At first everybody thought it was copycats.

Now?

I think Rose is building something.

People worship him out in those woods.

And I think they’re hunting anyone connected to Jeff’s beginning.

Keith’s dead.

They found him in his apartment with a smile carved into his face.

Troy disappeared near Blackwood Forest two months ago.

Police only found pieces of him.

Now I’m the last one left.

Detective Hale: You really believe someone’s after you?

Randy: I know they are.

Yesterday morning I found a photograph sitting on my kitchen table.

It was me sleeping.

Detective Hale: Somebody broke into your house?

Randy: Nobody breaks in without leaving evidence.

There were muddy footprints outside my bedroom window.

That’s it.

And on the back of the picture—

Detective Hale: What did it say?

Randy: “You don’t smile enough.”

[silence for approximately eight seconds]

Detective Hale: Randy… has anyone contacted you directly besides that?

Randy: No.

But I hear things outside my house at night now.

Laughing.

Soft laughing.

Sometimes I see people standing near the trees behind my property.

Just watching.

[three knocks heard in background]

Detective Hale: You expecting somebody?

Randy: …No.

Unknown Voice: Randy?

[subject breathing heavily]

Unknown Voice: Do you smile often?

Randy: Oh God…

No no no—

[chair falls over]

Detective Hale: Randy?!

[screaming heard]

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Recovered Journal Pages — Believed to Belong to Nina

Day 1
Hello everyone.
Or whoever ends up reading this.
Welcome to my journal, I guess.
I should probably say a little about myself first. My name is Nina. I have black hair with faded pink streaks in it and one strange pink eye. The other is brown.
People always stare at the pink one.
I’ve always liked being different though.
Makes me feel special.
I’ve been an orphan my entire life, so I don’t know which parent I got it from. Nobody at the orphanage ever cared enough to help me find out.
I’m almost eighteen now.
Finally.
Only a few more months until I can leave this place forever.
Today I moved into a new house temporarily through some housing program. The lady handing me the keys looked nervous the entire time.
She asked me three times if I was “sure” I wanted this house.
Apparently something bad happened here years ago.
I like it already.

Day 5
I finally looked up what happened in this house.
The killer’s name was Jeff Woods.
Jeff the Killer.
The internet calls him a monster.
But after reading everything…
I think they’re wrong.
People act like he was insane, but maybe he just understood something everyone else doesn’t.
Maybe people are only scared because he stopped pretending.
I found old stains under the floorboards in the upstairs hallway today.
The police must’ve missed them.
I touched one.
I don’t know why.
I couldn’t stop smiling afterward.

Day 18
Something weird is happening here at night.
I keep hearing footsteps in the woods behind the house.
Not animal sounds.
People.
Sometimes when I look out my bedroom window, I swear I can see someone standing between the trees watching the house.
Last night I found a symbol carved into the back door.
A smiling face with one hollow eye.
Nobody in town will explain what it means.
One cashier looked terrified when I mentioned it.
She told me to leave before dark.

Day 32
I finally learned who the symbol belongs to.
Rose.
Rose the Killer.
The town treats him like some ghost story, but everyone talks about him in whispers like they secretly know he’s real.
They say he worshipped Jeff.
They say he lives in the woods now.
They say he asks people if they smile often.
And if they don’t…
He fixes their smile himself.
I don’t think he’s evil.
I think he understands pain.
Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about him.

Day 67
I started seeing them now.
The smiling people.
White robes.
Candles in the woods at night.
They never come close to the house, but I see them standing between the trees almost every evening now.
Watching.
Waiting.
Last night one of them left something on the porch for me.
A photograph.
It was me sleeping in my room.
Written on the back in messy handwriting were the words:
YOU LOOK PRETTIER WHEN YOU SMILE
I should be scared.
But honestly…
I’ve never felt this important before.

Day 94
I saw him.
Or at least I think I did.
I woke up around 2 AM because I heard laughing outside my bedroom window.
Not loud laughing.
Soft.
Almost gentle.
When I pulled the curtain back, someone was standing near the tree line.
Tall.
Thin.
Long black hair covering part of his face.
And one shining eye staring directly at me.
The other looked empty.
He didn’t move.
Neither did I.
Then he smiled.
The staples in his mouth reflected in the moonlight.
I should’ve screamed.
Instead…
I smiled back.

Day 130
He is our savior.
He is right.
Jeff wasn’t a killer.
He was free.
And Rose understands freedom better than anyone.
The orphanage finally kicked me out now that I’m eighteen. They called me unstable after they saw what I did to my face.
I cut the smile myself.
Not because Rose told me to.
Because I wanted to look beautiful too.
The blood wouldn’t stop running down my neck at first. I almost passed out laughing while stitching the sides together in the bathroom mirror.
But it was worth it.
I look happier now.
Real happiness requires pain.
I understand that now.
I don’t know where I’m going next.
Probably the woods.
They’re waiting for me there.
This will probably be my final journal update.
If anyone finds this notebook—
Don’t follow the smiling people into the forest.
No matter how softly they laugh.

Find yourself running through the woods, not knowing what you’re being chased by the fog is thick in the woods making you unable to see things finally, you see a shadow of a man he looks perfectly normal, except for half of his face burned, and a cut smile across it was staples and the fact that he is wearing a bloody sweat sweatshirt he stepped closer and asked “Do you smile often?”