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•33 jeff the killer

Jeff entered your room but didn't see you, he was scared when he saw that the window wasn't fully closed.

Jeff: s-she...left... w-why did she leave?!? Why can't she just- stay where she can be safe! *jeff stormed down stairs and yelled for everyone to help him find you*

Jane: but if she left on her own then she will come back by tonight or by tomorrow! Just give her a day. If she's not back by then..then we all panic and go search for her.

Jeff: but if I find her now- I can- I can see her and..not-
Can't we just go try a search for her right now?

Sally: I would agree but she might just- you know-...it could be some girl time alone to herself...

Jeff: god damn it. *jeff storms out and slams the door behind him*

Sally: don't hit your self on the way out.

Jane: was that....that saying thing?

Sally: I have no idea but I'm sure I was close.

. . .

Jeff: fucking...damn it...I don't know where she went! She's too good of a killer to be found..

???: if your a killer to..wouldn't you know something about where she could start hiding? *they laughed like a cliche villain*

Jeff: Do- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? Where are you?

???: your really lacking your skills if you can't figure it out. Ive only just begun my training for god sakes. Oh and baby bird says hello! *you can almost imagine the smile on their face hiding from Jeff's sight*

Jeff: who the h e double hockey stick is baby bird?

???: 3..2..1

Jeff: HEY! WHERE IS (Y)!

???: nepol wanker twat basterd.

Jeff: what the fu-

???: *they cut off Jeff with some very loud and strange laughter* sorry I was lost in thought for a sec. but uh...baby birds getting her wings....pampered...at the moment and her beak is.. you get it right? I'm not actually good at coming up with this stuff on the spot...

Jeff: I don't understand wh- (y) is...pampered?....DONT YOU DARE MESS WITH HER! *jeff finally finds the person and grabs onto his closest knife*

???: aw come on don't end this cute chat here!  Don't you wanna know more about baby birds past? I mean...how many secrets could she make from birth to meeting the crew? She's..how old now?  There must be so many things she hasn't said to you.

Jeff: I honestly don't give a shit what you have to say about her. She's mine. *jeff lunges and runs after the mystery person while throwing knifes and picking up again*

???: oh but your secrets are even better. I just know there's some that even fans don't know about.

Jeff: shut up you cockroach

A gun shot sound around the street corner rings in Jeff's ear and catches his attention. The person Jeff was chasing screamed and fell to their knees and tightened their fists on the concrete.

(Y): baby bird is very pissed off  *you spoke weakly, blood dripped from the guns handle and from your arms* baby bird also doesn't feel well. She wants a nap. *your legs give out and you also fall to your knees*

???: w- how did you- WHERE DID YOU GET A WEAPON? You cu-....*coughs up blood*
This wasn't supposed to happen. How did you escape your room?

Jeff runs up to you and kneels down to help you. You grab onto his shoulders and get on his back for a piggy back ride, but less cute and far more bloody that you would have wanted.

(Y): baby bird *you held back vomit* birdy is free *you try to shoot the person again, your vision was blurry and you shot the concrete by his left hand but you still think you shot them* birdy grew talons.

Jeff: *jeff helps out with a stab into there left and right hand* this is my bird and no one hurts her!.... I don't like that nickname.... can we stop referring to you as a bird?

(Y): *you vomit over his left shoulder* no more bird unless we flip it. *you show off your middle finger to the bleeding person on the concrete and to the world*

???: *they struggled to stand up up, their legs wobbled. They ran away*

(Y): Jeff they are leaving!

Jeff: let them. They might show up to who ever was training them and weep about how we won

(Y): hell yeah!

Jeff: let's get you home so you can get medical help. *jeff gives you a kiss on the cheek* thanks for not being dead and for being a badass girlfriend. *you fall asleep quickly and rest your head on his head. You drool in your sleep and drool blood on his head*

Sorry to be repetitive.
I'm trying to make a single story for BEN (may or may not be some more Ben story's if I'm bored...really bored).