~Jeff the Killer's Point of View~
Michigan, land of weed. That's where the misfits got in a short three hours. It was easy to find a cabin; this one had no windows and a locked door. Jack found the key with ease; it was in the bushes. And, may he express, this was a fucking stupid place to hide it.
But he didn't complain--there was either a bed or a couch waiting for them--him! Waiting for him.
Within a short hour, the duo was to rest. Jeff, being the selfish ass he was, took the bed. Somehow, he fell asleep sooner.
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I was running through the woods. Every step felt like Hell. My lungs made poor attempts to catch my breath. I had been running for so long, I almost thought only the trees were moving and I was just in pain.
An eternity past before I dropped.
When everything came back into focus, a tall, lean figure stood in front of me.
"ʀɪꜱᴇ, ᴊᴇꜰꜰᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ." And I stood up.
"ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ."
"I don't have a weapon, Sir."
"ʟɪᴀʀ."
I looked to my right and a knife was in my hand.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ."
"Yes, sir." And, then, I saw nothing.
Author's Note
Oh, dear. This is a bit late. My sincerest apologies, I started watching South Park and got hyperfixated (someone, please, get Butters some motherfucking help. Cartman too, he needs it in a whole other way.) I hope it lives up to what everyone expected. Or maybe you didn't expect this. I hope you liked it. It's not as long as I hoped it would be. Have a nice time, y'all. -- L
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