The Darkness Sets In is a story of a man whose almost whole life was based around murdering but now he is second guessing himself he is torn lets people see what happens
I have not written or even thought about this shit in over two years so if im rusty im sorry... enjoy! (Disclaimer A fuck ton of cussing is in here)
It is a Saturday night i look over at the clock 2:30 "fuuuck" I say almost a little bit mad " why cant i sleep." I hear the pitter patter of rain hit the windows as i try and think of somthing to help me sleep. Not know what to do i get up out of bed and walk down the hallway to JEFF'S room, i open the door and with a loud creak i open it enough to see jeffs paper wite skin and dried out eyeballs staring at me with that cut open smile. I walk up to his bed and as quickly and as hard as i can i slap the shit out of him. He falls to the floor i look at him when he's on the floor and say "hey fuckface im bored." "1. How does that connected with you slapping me in the face like a bitch and 2. Why the fuck doni care if your bored asshole" he says getting up from his rude awakening. " your Jeff the killer we can find somthing to do and i cant sleep" " Oh my GOD that is the most bullshit excuse anyone has ever used ever, even if your bloody jack you can find somthing to do, go put on that mask of your and go kill a few people." Jack said with a yawn through most of it trying to be an asshole "Its not fun without you can you go with me i will be able to sleep then" " well then say the thing" jack said confidently " im not saying that stupid shit again" "Say it or im not going" "Fine but you owe me back for this" i said begrudgingly I then yelled at the top of my lungs "I WANT TO FUCK SLENDERMAN SOOOOO HARD!!!!" Jeff then proceeded to fall on the ground laugh crying "Ok ok ok ill go with you that was the best shit ever" I walk out of his room to go get my mask and then we were off.
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