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Pierce the heart part 2 ((Jeff The KillerxReader)You woke up, the sun shining in your eyes. "ugh..." you said, pulling the (f/c) sheets over your head. It had been three days since you had last seen Jeff, you were wondering if he felt any better. You sighed,.slowly getting out of bed, you walked to your bathroom, and began the morning ritual. You took a shower, brushed your hair, brushed your teeth quickly, and picked a (f/c) tank top from your closet, slid on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of black and (f/c) converses. You ran downstairs, your still wet (h/l) (h/c) hair clinging to your cheeks and shoulders, it was finally the weeked, and you got to see Slendy again! He was really fun to hangout with, and most times you got to see BEN,Masky, and Jack too. Then.. HE crossed your mind. Again. You remembered how rude he was, and then as soon as Slendy was gone it was like he was a new person, you had been walking towards the woods, still caught up in your thoughts, and with a rattle and a thud, you had ran into the fenc
JeffxFangirl 2Your Point of View
"It's you!" I say loudly, half scared, half excited. It's Jeff from the story! His ghastly
white face, those huge unblinking eyes, the unnaturally long smile... so gory, so creepy, so
"Don't kill me Jeff," I screech when I spot the knife in his hand. He begins to walk
"I'm not going to, I promise," he assures, sitting on the edge of my bed. He stares at me
for a few moments, and I swear I caught the slightest hint of him blushing. I just pray I'm
not blushing back.
"You know who I am?" he quietly asks. I nod slowly in reply.
I hear my mother's angry footsteps trudge up the stairs.
"It's my mom!" I whisper to him harshly. But, before I could look back, the window was
shut and Jeff was gone.
Jeff's Point of View
I quickly put the ladder back and dash into the woods. Why didn't I kill her? What
Soon enough I arrive to the little house I own de
JeffxFangirl 5Your Point of View
"Ugh..." I moan, sitting up. A needle is in my arm. I must be in the hospital. Suddenly
the events from earlier flood back into my memory. Where is Jeff?
"Hey," a voice quietly whispers in my ear. I start, and the voice chuckles.
"Jeff," I grin slightly. His face comes into focus, and I start stroking his black hair
without thinking. "Jeff, " I ask. "When did we get here and what's wrong with me?"
He shushes me to explain. "I brought you here, to the hospital because you passed out."
There is a knock at the door to my recovery room. Jeff quickly wraps a black scarf
around his mouth to keep his identity hidden. Then he opens the door. It's just the nurse
"Give this pill to *insert your name* to take," she gives a pill to Jeff, who hands it
to me along with a glass of water once she leaves. I easily take the pill. Jeff then takes
off the scarf.
"We're leaving tonight, ok?" he soothes calmly.
Without thinking at all,
JeffxFangirl 3Your Point of View
"What's going on up here?" my mom asks.
"I was on Youtube," I lie smoothly. "But I'm going to bed now. G'night."
And with that she leaves. Man, that was a close one. At least Jeff remembered to close my
The next day is Saturday, so there's no school for me. I decide to clear my mind by taking
a walk in the park close to my house because my mother is being mean to me again today. She
even punched me once, claiming I was being rude. It left me with a black eye. (abusive
mother IT HAD TO HAPPEN PEOPLE!)
As I walk, I begin to notice the trees rustling beside me slightly. I quickly dismiss it
as a small animal in the bushes.
But, as soon as I do, a white hand comes out and yanks me through the bushes and past
the trees into the woods. Jeff pulls me close to him.
He takes both of my hands and puts them in his grip, trapping me there. I squirm to no
"Your name," Jeff demands. "What's your name?"
JeffxFangirl 7Your Point of View
He's been gone for what, three or four hours? In the meantime, I have rested and eat. But,
I can't help but wonder if he's killing.
Suddenly he casually opens the door and steps in, a few spots of blood on his hoodie.
"You were killing, weren't you?" I confront him instantly.
"It's a feeling-" Jeff tries to explain, but I cut him off.
"Don't kill. Not while you're with me. Ever."
Anger flushes over his face. "Don't talk to me like that, little girl." That hurt. More
than any kind of physical pain my mother could cause.
He storms to his room and slams the door shut, leaving me alone in the living room.
Before I realize it, I'm crying. My body is violently shaking from the sobbing. I run out
the door and onto the porch and shed heavy tears. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.
Jeff's Point of View
I wake up the next day with guilt coursing through my veins. I wish I had never yelled
at *insert your name*.
JeffxFangirl 1Your Point of View
"Another day wasted," I mutter, my *insert hair color* hair hanging down in my face.
I was stuck in detention until 5 pm at school because I haven't turned in any of work. Not
like I give a dang anyway.
I reach the door to my house and pull out the spare key under the mat. For some odd
reason, I felt like I was being watched. 'It's just my tiredness getting the best of me' I
My mother literally bombards me as soon as I step through the door.
"*insert your name*, where were you?!" she angrily questions.
I sigh and mutter, "Detention."
Her face became as red as a cherry. "You're too worried about that darn Creepypasta
crap to do your work! And believe me, you are NOT talented at drawing them, so give up
*insert your name*! Now go do your dishes!"
"Screw it Mom," the words came out before I could stop them. "I'm tired." And without
another word f
JeffxFangirl FinalYour Point of View
We stop kissing, and I suddenly forgive him for killing. It's his nature. I may not agree
with it, but hell. What can I do about it?
"I'm low on food," Jeff comments. "Let's go buy some before we both starve."
I nod and he grabs the scarf to wrap around his mouth. We head out the door, hand in hand,
like nothing ever happened.
Jeff's Point of View
I see some people I would have enjoyed killing, but I remember my promise to *insert your
name.* I'm having a hard time with it.
Your Point of View
As we are walking, I get... a feeling. a feeling Jeff has described before.
"Kill," I say suddenly. He stops and looks at me with curious eyes.
Jeff's Point of View
The girl wants to kill. After all we talked about. Does that mean I can break my
Your Point of View
That night, he teaches me. Hand in hand, a mad couple, forever in love with on common
Encuentro Inesperado [Cap1] Eyeless jack fanficMi nombre es Caroline, tengo 16 años y soy la típica chica del montón. Con la cual nadie se identifica y cataloga de extraña.
Soy altura promedio y tengo el cabello rojo. No se podría decir que es un rojo fantasía, es más bien como una tonalidad entre rojo y castaño claro, el cual comúnmente peino hacia el lado.
Mi piel es bastante blanca y mis ojos oscuros, pero no negros. Si uno se acerca lo suficiente, puede darse cuenta que realmente son marrón.
Mi tiempo libre realmente no es tan libre, siento como una obligación el estar encerrada a oscuras leyendo historias de terror o escuchando música. Aunque tenga un aire un poco solitario, tengo dos fieles amigos, Daniel y Jennifer. Ellos siempre están ahí para escucharme y eso es lo que más me importa.
Vivo justo en la casa al lado de la de Daniel, sola. Debido a que tuve una gran discusión con mis padres, y ahora ellos me mandan el dinero para las compras y pagar la renta de ésta.
Bueno.. no es una gran vida, o al menos eso creía.
creepypasta dance with me in the rain already dead
‘(h/l) (h/c) locks, bright (e/c) jewels. She looks delicious. I wonder how long it will take her to notice me.’ A creature murmured to itself. He sat on top a tree branch, looking through the window at a young teen around the age of sixteen. That was when their eyes met. Well at least her eyes met his empty sockets. Words could not express the feelings that this demonic creature started having. It was same feeling he got every time he was about to make a kill. All it takes is eye contact to get him excited. Any second this girl would scream in an attempt to let him think someone will come to her rescue.
This girl is different. Not a good different either, a bad one. This is a type of different that will assure eyeless Jack doesn’t have a fun time. The girl’s reaction, her look, everything about her raised red flags to him, for this is a girl who is dying.
‘How long do I have left?’ (y/n) thought to herself. Three weeks ago she was diagnosed with a de
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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