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Jeff x Jane

I say hello to my few readers and thank you for enjoying what I've written :-) this is a bit of a different oneshot.... this one is about my favorite creepypasta, Jeff. Enjoy my lovelies! <3 Sweetsw0rd p.s. I know Jane is out of character but pft I wrote it that way peps have done weirder so please do not comment on such

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I dragged my knife across my most recent kill, she was easy. Why couldn't they put up some sort of a fight?! oh well... I painted my mark on the wall with my victims blood "Go To Sleep". I walked outside and heard a voice call me. "Jeff!" I heard the girl call.... or what was left of her. I gripped my knife close. "Jane," I said "Come out of the shadows dear, you wouldn't want to startle me." She chuckled and emerged from the shadows across from me ,"Like I could startle you." She walked over with the knife I had given to her clutched in the palm of her hand tightly, she looked at me as I raised the knife I had in my hand. "Even you have failed me, you couldn't be beautiful" a tear I didn't realize I could create rolled down my cheek. I lunged at her.

Jane P.O.V.

He lunged at me. Why did he always hate me? He had created me hadn't he? Why would he create something and then just despise it? "Jeff, don't," I said quietly. He stopped hearing the tremor in my voice. I had come here for one reason, and I would accomplish my task. "I didn't come to cause you anymore trouble" I said. He stopped at that and I raised the knife to my own neck. "I just wanted you to know for certain that I wouldn't be a problem anymore," and with that I took the knife and.....was knocked over. The knife slid across the ground as it left my hands. "Goddamnit Jane," He said but his voice sounded strange and when I looked up I saw why, he had an angry look on his face but, he was crying. "Jane why the hell would you do something so stupid!" he yelled at me. I was taken back by this, wasn't this what he wanted? "Jane I-I couldn't kill you...even though I wish I could." He said and then he pulled me to him and did something I would have never expected him to do. He kissed me. He pulled me up on my feet and smiled along with his scars. "Until next time my dear," he said before running off into the night leaving in my hand the knife he had given me all those years ago.