Vicious the Killer-(a Jeff the killer love story)

Target acquired

I hate this. It's not fair!!!

Why does she get control? She's no different from me. Other than the fact that I am better than she is!!

I'm a better fighter, I'm stronger, and a killer to the extreme!!!
But yet again... She gets control.

I slammed my fist against the dark dorm of a wall. Being stuck here while she was out there running around with... Jeff.

Hahehehe... Oh yes, she's toying around with Jeff. Just running around... being in love...

I thought I could be better than that, too. I thought, that he would love me more. I acted like her... Said and done everything she would've...

And he still wants her.

I thought that it'd be easy to jump between two worlds- one of nothing but utter darkness, and the one she roams in as I speak. But now that I so foolishly contained myself...

The tables have turned!!!

I, no longer come and go as I please. There must be a certain gate... a feeling she has. When her heart rushes, and blood temperature risen to a certain point, then finally the door will appear.

But this is all well... it's fine. As I am being locked in this... hellhole, I have been thinking...

And thinking...

...Jeff, her love, her life...

A perfect way to be shattered. To watch her collapse completely.
He doesn't think I can be what he needs? THEN NO ONE WILL HAVE HIM.

Mark my words, every chance,

Every break,

Will be me, ending Jeff.

I will kill him everytime I approach, and I will be in full control as the real Vicious dies in here.

And forever will I roam.

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{Sally's POV.}

*GASP*

I shot up from the bed. I looked around to see everything in place from when I passed out after I had got done discussing things with Vicious, and this dream...

My dream...

"I saw it. I see everything." Said Charlie, sitting at my little playset with my teaset as well.

"Oh Charlie... it was horrible!" I cried, feeling tears stream down my face. "T-That voice... Vicious w-was evil... and she WANTS TO KILL JEFF, CHARLIE!!!"

"Soft need be thy voice." He said, his motionless body speaking softly.

"Should I tell Slendy?" I asked, shivering all up and down my spine.

He paused for a moment. "...I'd give it time. Slendy and Jeff are... well, in a rough situation. He hasn't forgiven Slendy from making him keep that secret from Vicious, and isn't going to listen if he tries to explain that he's in danger."

"I understand.." I barely whispered. Was this dream a coincidence to me? Was it made to be directed to me? For only me to know?

And...

Will I keep getting more of these dreams???