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'"Jeff?" I ask. He didn't respond. I get up and walk to the door. He gets up and grabs his knife. "Jeff?!" I yell. "Shhhh no need to yell." He says. I look at him in horror. "It's okay doll, it'll only take a second." He says as he lunges at me. He stabs my stomach and I let out a blood curdling scream. I hold my stomach and try to get out of the room.' Started: March 15th, 2021 Status: Complete! I do not own any of the creepypasta characters, artwork, or music. (I'll say if anything is mine) I'm sorry if you read this. It absolutely sucks. Tell me if you notice something wrong so I can improve! Again, sorry.

[Completed] " You're so annoying", he suddenly says with pity in his eyes, analyzing my face in disgust. "I prefer to be annoying than a psycho like you!" "You don't know what you're missing, silly girl. My world is a psycho one, true, but so much interesting than yours." He grabs his knife, ready to stab me at any moment. I need to find something to say. Now. "Show me then." He looks at me with surprise and incomprehension. "What?" He pulls his knife away and I know I've won. "Show me your world. In return, I'll show you mine. I'll show you all the beautiful things in it. I'll show you how to be human again." And with that, my world has never been the same anymore. The character of Jeff isn't mine. Please note that it's a story about Jeff the Killer, but without all the creepypasta thing. I tried to imagine how he'd be if he lived in our real world. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm not from an English speaking country.

You often go outside at night. Because that's when you can hide. You wear a mask to hide your pain. You don't smile. When you do it's to conceal pain from reaching out and getting ahold of the last bit of sanity you have. That is, until you meet him. He's always smiling. Even when in pain. His eyes stare into your soul without a single blink. And he holds a bloody knife to your throat. Which will only make him smile more when you start to realize, HE IS FEAR. *DOES INCLUDE ADULT CONTEXT! CUSSING MENTIONS OF RAPE AND OTHER SUBJECTS THAT MAY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE* You have been warned

*book 1* I was covered in my own blood "j-jeff...pl-please..st-op.." I said more like whispering I wasn't sure if he heard me breathing was really hard and those words I said it with all the power that had left in my body " why should I?" Jeff said and started to giggle I shut my eyes and kept crying I knew that begging him to stop won't work he then stopped and looked at me " what's wrong pet ? are you crying? " his mood suddenly changed to serious " If you disobey me again ...you'll get something more than just scars...CLEAR!?!" I nodded shakily then he got off of me he got out of the room locking the door behind him leaving me alone but I was too weak to move.....to weak to think So I just laid there..and kept crying... ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* so this is a jeff the killer x reader story and I want you to know that jeff in this story WON'T BE NICE !! and there will be NO MERCY !!

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

It was EXTREMELY late, you had went to a friends 16 birthday party and on the way home you encountered someone breaking into your home! You rushed there you didn't find anything broken or taken until you went to your room. A man with a cut smile waited there. "Go to sleep." okay...you gonna stand there the whole time or? Oh...you have a knife...oh okay. *{UNDER EDITING}

Y/N a 22 year old female, works at a club as a bartender, is lonely and doesn't have many friends other than her childhood friend Jack, who has a small crush on her. She lives alone in a apartment building, when suddenly a strange murderer appears in town killing tons of innocent people. Y/N doesn't seem so scared until a strange man with a cut smile and no eyelids appears in her room while she is sleeping. Will he kill her? Will they fall in love? Can she trust him and he trust her? Also I would like to say this real quick, but this is sort of like a enemies to lovers type of fanfic but it's a more quick rolling book in the beginning. But I always like to write these little notes to help readers understand what is going on in the book. So please enjoy and please don't hate on my terrible writing skills. X^X

You and Jeff had been best friends and neighbors since you were both little and basically grew up together, until you almost turned thirteen and moved away to a new town. Crying inside knowing you would never see him again, but that all changed a year later, when you had found out that him and his family were moving into the same town and neighborhood as you. Overall, you were happy that you could hang out with your best friend again, like old times. Though, you never expected to have feelings for him since he was your best friend, but one thing that took a turn for the worst, and the one thing that never left you the same, was that your best friend..... ~turned into a killer~

♔ " "I was TEASING you," he said, cutting Jeff off. Jeff looked up. Ben couldn't help looking into his eyes. "Well... There was some truth to it, I guess..." Jeff mumbled. "And- that's totally okay," Ben added, smiling comfortingly. I wish we could just get away by ourselves. Even if he doesn't like me- I just want to spend some time alone with him. I'm not being selfish, right? Ben thought. " ♔ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a really old Jeffrey Woods x Ben Drowned fanfic I wrote a long time ago lmao. I think I'm going to continue it. (((Btw, one of my friends is very briefly this story because we have a joke about her being a self insert into creepypasta. So... yeah! (I know this is a bit cringe, but it's fun, so, oh well.)))

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T