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JacksepticeyeXJeffTheKiller

Jack woke up in the middle of the night, his mind groggy. He felt a weight on him, but was too tired to comprehend what it was. His senses were taking a while to kick in, but he felt something wet, warm, and sticky all over him, and all over Signe's side of the bed.

"Signe, what is that? Did you just masturbate?" No answer was heard. Jack didn't even hear the light breathing that signaled his girlfriend was sleeping. Gradually awakening more, Jack reached over to shake her, but instead was greeted with a squishy, warm feeling.

Jack retracted his hand and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. He pressed the power button and shined the light on Signe, but screamed at the sight.

He couldn't even tell if he was looking at her face or not. Someone had stabbed Signe multiple times, and then decided to cut her face off. Jack gagged and tried to jump out of the bed, but realized he was trapped by the weight. Confused, he shined the light ahead, and was greeted with a bloody, white hoodie.

Jack looked up, trembling at the sight. Sitting on Jack's midsection, straddling the Irishman, was a character he knew from the Internet.

Jeff the Killer.

The creepypasta character, who Jack had assumed was fake, stared down into his blue eyes, Jeff's silver ones unblinking. "My, my, my, if it isn't the Irish, YouTube star himself. Ya know Jackaboy, you are even more handsome in person. I was gonna make you go to sleep like your little lady friend, but I think we should have some fun first. You like fun, right?"

Appalled by what Jeff's idea of fun might be, Jack squirmed violently, determined to over power the insane male, but it was no use. Jeff was definitely stronger. "What's wrong Jack? You have nothing to fear, I'll go easy on ya... for a moment." Jeff laughed hysterically, and then leaned down, connecting his charred lips to Jack's.

Jack tried to shake his head to remove the killer's lips, but was stopped by a sharp pain in his bottom lip. Jeff smirked. Jack blushed, a certain feeling enveloping his lower half.

Jeff pulled away and stared down at his Irish toy. "You didn't think I was gonna do anything rough without that member of yours hard did ya?", he asked matter-of-factly. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke.

"W-why are you doing this? What did I do to you?! What did-", Jack choked back a sob, remembering his dead girlfriend next to him. Jeff placed his right hand on Jack's left cheek, gently caressing it. "Shhhh, don't cry my love, for there's a secret I've been keeping from you. I'm not gonna tell it to you yet, not until after we've had our fun. Do you want to know the secret?"

Jack nodded. "Then pleasure me, Pet, and you shall learn it."

The Irishman nodded once more and reached up, pulling the killer back down to him, kissing him passionately, as if it were Signe. Jeff moaned in surprise, and deepened the kiss, grinding his erection against Jack's. Jack moaned, and Jeff slipped his tongue into his mouth, exploring the wet cavern.

Jack began to engage a tongue battle, and while the two fought with their mouths, Jack trailed his hands down to Jeff's hoodie, and then pulled it up and off the man's head. Jeff decided, since he was already sitting up, to just take his shirt off as well.

Jack stared at Jeff's pale, muscular chest. A new hunger had risen inside him, and he was instantly under lust's control. The Irish youtuber began to unbutton Jeff's pants hastily, the killer chuckling darkly. "I see you finally are enjoying this."

Jack didn't even acknowledge him as he pulled the clothing off with Jeff's help. Then, Jeff pinned his arms above his head and stared down at him. "My turn. You keep your hands up here. If you move them, I'll bite, and it will hurt." Jack nodded.