No Use Running

Fate is the Worst

ADULT CONTENT Viewer has been warned!!!!!
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Jeff was dragged into a small ally big enough for two if they wanted to get dirty. He chuckled at himself and looked at Quinn who looked back and tried to keep herself from blushing it was cute. Jeff reached out for Quinn for her chin her eyes widened to his action but didn't do anything about it. He cupped her face and pulled her close to his lip. Be waited for her to be mad or move away but she unexpectedly leaned in kissing him lightly. But he wanted no he needed more.

Jeff thrusts in his tongue exploring her mouth and biting her tongue. She couldn't help but moan back. He growled and was hard from her moan he wanted more from her. Instantly his hand moved to Ber waist and rubbed it as her legs rubbed against each other. Damn him if he didn't claim her right here right now. His hand from her chin moved down to her breast giving a rough squeeze. She moaned loudly and bite her lip to keep other people from listening.

"Earl.... plz stop" she panted pulling away from their kiss. Jeff was sick of using a disguise and a fake name he needed to tell her the truth and now.

"Quinn..." He cleared his throat and looked at her she was waiting kindly. He whispered in her ear "I'm Jeff the killer and I want you to go to sleep with me"

Quinn trembled not in fear but in amusement. She smiled. "Oh is that so Jeff~" she said his name in a teasing tone. And all he did was nod. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck looking u at him passionately "Where are your scars and tht famous smile of yours?"

"I'm using a spell to keep others but the creepypastas from my true self" Jeff hated to admit but he was under hiding from the government and... Dr. Smiles. He and a few others have formed a group to kill of anyone who are in their way and Slendy was the only who noticed that many of the pastas has been disappearing. Slendy know why the government had been taking down trapping and storing them in boxes. He was one among many.

"Ea--... Jeff" her voice pierced though his thoughts he looked down and saw tears forming.

Why was she crying? Did he make those words slip out? Did she care for h---

"J-Jeff the k-killer" her eyes widened in fear now those tears pouring now she pushed him away. "I-it's you!" She covered her mouth and stepped back.

"What's wrong with you? It's m--"

"No! You're not real!" She covered her ears screaming. Jeff drew closer but she scearmed again backing up more.

What is she seeing now? Jeff thought then realized that his disguise disappeared. He cured under his breath and grabbed Quinn even if she protested they'll kill her if she told them about him. So he did the next big thing hit her on the head knocking her out. Clearly he'll never hear the end of this one.

(Quinn's P.O.V.)

Waking up to the pounding headache she had which was a bit better than a hangover, she looked over herself making sure she wasn't dead or floating around. She quickly scanned her surroundings and found herself in a warm bed beautifully designed with an 1700's fashion. Quinn loved the old design like this but her mind wanted to know where she was or when.

She hopped off the bed looking at every detail and went to the blood red curtain to revile there was no window. She looked again toward the door it was amazing and tall. She walked to it then stopped when she heard a faint voice. Tears formed in her eyes as she went to the door.

"Please someone help!" She yelled banging on the door. A few seconds past before the door cracked open. Her face turned pale when a man w a white mask it was just creepy.

"You're too loud" he spoke almost whispering then the door opened wide as his figure was tall brown hair and wearing besides that creepy mask an yellowish orange jacket and light blue pants. His body looked to be in his early twenties.

"Hey what happened to her did u hit her?" another man came in this one having a bright orange. His face was covered with the mask having a frown on it. It was highlighted by red color his hands are covered by black gloves as well.

"Hell no!" He yelled back.

"Who are you people?!?" Quinn didn't know what to do she stay up to man who arguing constantly. they looked at her exchanged glances at each other.

"Man Jeff was stupid to have her here" they both shook their heads saying. They look back at her nd sighed heavily "He thought you were dying that's why you're here"

Quinn couldn't help but tremble at these men who looked at her w interest in their eyes and they must have seen it in her eyes because they came closer.

"Look she's trembling in fear it's.." their voice's changed dark nd looked at her intensely. Finishing up "cute" they lean in grabbing her while chuckling.

"Hey you assholes get off the girl!" a familiar voice calls out as two pale hands grabbed them throwing both out the door. But when the owner of the voice faced her she stood quite. He was pure white like fresh fallen snow, eyes a shimmery sliver, around them was a black endless void, and his face scared w a permit smile.

She was in for it now knowing damn well she is dead.