I was laughing hard enough to fall over, Clementine was so dumb to be scared! I just freaking called her! She was Hysterical. I knew what to do if she sayed that she agreed to fight me! It was genius, I would technically kill her and then bring her back to life, but she'll only have literally two appearances and two homes.
I started walking to my new home. I was exhausted from looking around for people to kill, I found no one! Everyone was apparently gone.
"Today was boring!" I yelled, luckily no one heard me.
I got home and fell backwards on the bed and got on my laptop to check what Clementine had said. I found this;
"i will fight you, but on one condition." I raised an eyebrow, but kept reading, "If I win I can go home and tell the world your Tumblr© and that they know I fucking beat you! If you win, you can give me a Chelsea Smile, stitch it up, and stitch a button on my left eye! Deal?" I smiled so big at what I could do if I win.
I told her where I lived and imagined her looking like how she described, I could call her "Stitches"! I laughed more and fell asleep.
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(End Of Jeff The Killer's POV)
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Stitches
Terror[Unfinished] Clementine Clarckson, age 15, is being stalked by a murderer that she has only heard of in a creepypasta... "Jeff The Killer"!! This is a work of fiction!
