A/N: Yeah the titles a pun! Deal with it!
M/n Pov.
I went downstairs after a while. I knew it had to be passed midnight by now. Maybe 2 or 3 am but I'm no genius it could be 8:27 and I would think it was 3. So I'm an unreliable source without my phone. I go into the kitchen because I was going to eat off my stress like the foodie I was. Then I realized the tap was still on.
That's weird it wasn't on before. I look in the sink after turning it off checking for any dishes. The sink was filled with bars of soap. Wtf.
Where did this come from? And who needs this much soap you dirty dirty children. YES I MEAN YOU TWELVE YEAR OLD LEMON READERS! Shame...
I pick on of them up. It felt really light. I then out of pure curiosity tried to make a fist while holding it. It then bent and to my surprise wasn't hallow it was filled with some weird warm black liquid. I groaned in a disgusted manner. "What is this!?" It couldn't be ink it was not only warm (very hot and it would have at least cooled a bit if it were hot ink) but too thick and it was in a way clumpy... Like clay but watery and black... The texture alone was weird but not bad unlike the scent. It smelled like burning wood, gas, and iron. This mixture made my stomach turn. What creep has this much time? Wait a minute...
What if he/she's still here?
My mind then goes for the worst and I start to have a small anxiety attack. It then faded into a migraine. I held my head. Too... Much... Stress... Just then I hear something move. I look up and I saw him.
"Hello~ It's me Shade" I watch as the darker form cloning of myself materialized and sat on my couch. He hung himself over the side in a lazy way. "Who are you!? why are you here?! What are you!?" "shut up... You should talk less" it says. Even his tone is lazy. "I already said my name it's Shade..." He makes himself comfy shoving his face into a pillow. "I'm part of you and because of that I live here" he groaned from having to say all that.
"What's with your soap fetish?" I ask in a humored tone. "It's not a fetish... If you aren't attracted to soap then neither am I... I have no clue why those are there..." He moaned rolling over. This showed his lifeless face. His eyes no longer wide and now looked like he just finished two seasons of Fairy Tail without sleep. His lazy and non-caring attitude reminded me of Kuro from Servamp. He looked like me facially and clothing wise but his colors were all wrong. He had paler skin than mine and his hair was black matching every ounce of clothing he wore. And I'm pretty sure he had on eye liner. He was like the pure emo version of me.
He then glared at me. Then he gave a slight smirk "I know I'm the sexiest man on the planet but stop staring at me" "WE'RE THE SAME PERSON!" I hissed out. "I know but between the two of us you already know I'm queen~" I give him the greatest squidward face palm face in the world before sighing. it was odd how I let myself be less tense around him after seeing him. It was like I knew him. I mean I saw him in a dream but nothing in that dream would make me feel safe around him. Maybe it was because he was right. I knew him because he was a part of me. He wouldn't be able to do anything to me without hurting himself.
Then he sat up. "So you want to kill him right?" His voice changed sharp and clear no longer lazy and faint. It echoed in my head. But in this version it only got louder on the same words.
You want to kill him
Want to Kill him
Kill him
KILL him
KILL HIM
KILL HIM
KILL HIM
KILL HIM
KILL HIM
KILL HIM
"Based on your expression you do but you aren't ready yet. It's a shame I would have liked watching you kill him" He said sharply yet again. Then he stared into my soul then he got up and walked through the wall and right away.
I looked around and couldn't find him. What the fuck. What just happened? Where did he go? To many questions without any answers to match them. At least not yet...
Right now all I really have to worry about is what I'm going to do with all this soap.
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Jeff the killer X Male Reader
FanfictionM/n was the average bullied sleep deprived boy in his school. Everything about him was normal, they is except for him knowing a certain murder.
