Wanted (Jeff X Jane Romance) ON HOLD

Chapter 1.

Enjoy my story! Or try at least!

Oh and I gotta warn you. This story contains cussing and using taboo language and stuff, if you feel uncomfortable when hearing or reading them...then this book isn't for you.

The picture up there is a picture of Jane's everyday clothes. Check it out if you'd like.

-unedited chapter.

**Jane's Pov**

"We interrupt this programme to bring you this note: Last night, 11:30 exactly, Fred McCain along with his wife and children were slaughtered, and were left mercilessly to bleed to death. Frankly the scene was horrific enough that one of the cops threw up and obliterated the evidence with his 'half-digested expired cheese sandwich' as he claims." Wyatt Hilfiger, the host, exclaims with a disgusted look planted on his face.

"Both John and his wife had there eyes and tongues plucked out, there fingures and toes were snapped, stolen kidneys and many more, along with their poor 5 year old two children,Josh and Jack... altogether, this seems like something Jeff the Killer, the demented fugitive, would do" I turned off the tv as I felt boredom take over. I literally had no money left to pay electricity bills, I'm running out of food and I won't die until I get revenge.

Until we get even, Jeffrey.

I went out for a walk in my classic outfit- black turtleneck dress, combat boots, my mask and a knife on the off chance.

I put my mask on over my unrecognisable face- I wouldn't have to if Jeff didn't completely go all lunatic on me, my family and his. And of course they took the price.

It was late at night, and I wanted to see Slenderman therefore I leisurely walked into the, as I like to call it, Forbidden Forest.

Slenderman is an inhumanly tall faceless creature who wears fancy tuxs and owns the one and only massive; Slender mansion.

I walked inside, found Slenderman, called out to him so that we could talk privately and he teleported us into his big cream office.

"Umm...so I know this is a sanctuary for people like us, and that this isn't some orphanage for whoever the hell and all, but I'm all out of...well, everything. And this place puts a roof over a creepypasta in need and currently I am a creeoypasta in need-" Slenderman inturrupts me quietly.

"Child, I would love to have you stay here, after all, you might actually be the only one who doesn't make me feel like growing hair so I can rip it apart, however, slight issue. We don't have much space, you would be coerced to share a room with one of our loner stayers" Slenderman flips through his- journal? And looks for available options.

He's really organised for a man....well...like him? A killer?

Either way, he sighs. "Rooms 318, along with Room 69 are available".

"I'm taking room 69" less stairs right?

"You need to be informed of a great deal of information. Very immense. Embrace yourself; your roommate is Jeff the killer." My eyes widen a bit, then go back to normal size.

I feel like I've been expecting this.

"What about room 318?" I ask, with a ray of hope.

"Uhhh...Laughing Jack. All of his past roommates complained countless of times his behaviour" I contemplated choosing Jeff's room.

That way not only will be close enough to get my revenge, but my room won't be that far from the kitchen, sitting room etcetera.

Plus, I won't have to hear Jack's annoying hysterical laughter probably every fucking second.