WARNINGS:
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Mentions of blood and cursing.
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He stands under an unlit lamppost, the overhead bowl blocking some rain from him. His relaxed posture made him anything but threatening. Though just up the street a bit he hears a squeal. He barely turns his head to watch a young female stare at him while crossing the street quickly. It makes him laugh. Light from the last lit post barely lights up her scared expression.
He could practically smell the fear rolling off of her in waves when he winked and blew the smoke from his cigarette. The clicking of her heels as she jogged away from him causes a hoarse chuckle to escape his throat. However it quickly dies when a car zooms past, splashing water up his way and soaking his smoke.
He brings his arm up to shield his lidless eyes from the murky water. That hardly does much though as water completely soaks through his damp clothes. He had been standing under that post for an hour just waiting for the rain to let up. Only it never had. This causes irritation and mild unaimed rage to stir.
He glares at the now useless stick in his hand and tosses it into the puddle that just attacked him. Hesitantly he steps into the street and tugs his hood over his head a bit more. His long legs carried him across the street and between peoples houses easily, he was beginning to think it was a mistake to come out this far. The walk seems to drag on forever in the miserable conditions. He is cold, wet, and irritated.
A strong gust of wind almost takes his hood back from his head and tosses his dyed hair. He curses the heavens as he finally makes it to the forest. Trees provide better protection than his hoodie, that's for certain. The trees didn't help entirely, he still felt the harsh slap of rain against his body. Until he didn't feel the rain anymore.
He had been caught up in his thoughts, too busy cursing everything that he could think of that caused such horrid conditions. He didn't notice that there wasn't rain, further soaking his clothing. He squinted at the ground in confusion, he could still hear the rain. Carefully he looks up and around. An umbrella.
He swings his head to his right, standing beside him, is you. You were holding an umbrella and smiling at him. He quirks a barely visible eyebrow when your smile turns to a grimace. "What's that look for?"
"You smell," you raise your voice to be heard over the rain.
His calm gaze turns to a playful glare, he reaches over and ruffles your hair. You lean forward and smack him in the head with the umbrella. He yelps and takes the umbrella from your grasp. You double over laughing.
"It's not that funny, short-ass."
"Okay, emo bitch."
You both stare at each other for a minute. You burst out laughing again, clutching your stomach. He chuckles and looks away, trying to suppress the sounds. Once he regains control over the giggles that dare to escape he starts walking again. Leaving you in the rain. "What- wait for me!"
He glances over his shoulder to catch you jogging to catch up to him. He frowns a bit, did he really upset you? He stays silent, so you do too. You're smiling and watching him from the corner of your eye. His usually blood soaked form had been washed out by the rain. You sigh in contentment and stand closer to his body, enjoying the heat radiating from him. Your arms brush against each other and you struggle to keep your smile from growing.
Him however, you could hardly tell when he smiles with the cuts on his face. He lets his gaze travel to you, the both of you were shivering. He brings an arm around your shoulders casually. You send him an inquisitive glance. He smirks, flashes a wink, then faces the forest again.
"Any plans?"
You're baffled, "um, no. Why're ya asking?"
He hums and squeezes your shoulder, "good, how does dinner with me sound?"
"Jeff, it's five in the morning. This would be breakfast."
He laughs at your deadpan expression. You shrug and look back to the forest. The two of you had been walking for a few hours, the cabin should be nearby. Dinner with Emo Bitch didn't sound bad. Usage of his nickname in your mind causes you to giggle. He pays no mind to it and just squeezes your shoulder again.
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I ain't been here in a hot minute-
Thought this was cute tho♡
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Creepypasta & Slasher Oneshots
FanfictionYeah, it's just the title. My current hyperfixation lol. I don't know what I'm doing with my life and that's okay. The cover is a picture of one of my goats btw.
