Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 20: Visit

Chapter 20

Amber P.O.V

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"What in the actual fuck?" Was the first thing that came to my head, but instead I closed the window. 

I went and sat over on my bed, getting my sketch book from under it. I set it on my lap, and reached to get a pencil from my book bag. 

There was a small, but slight tink from my window. I ignored it. I twirled my pencil in my hand. What should I draw today? 

The though kept coming to me over and over. 

Jeff. 

Aha, no. 

Jeff.

No, no no. 

Jeff, you know you want to. 

No I don't. How I am supposed to draw him anyways? 

Tink, tink tink. 

What the hell is on my window? Probably a bird. 

Draw him chibi, or with a heart or something. 

I sighed. Tink. 

Okay, what the hell? I stood up, walking over to my window. On the out side of my window, on the sill, was Jolly Ranchers. 

Oh my goodness Laughing Jack, seriously? 

I growled, opening my window. 

"Please don't kidnap me." I said to him quietly. 

"I just came to say hi. Is that against the rules?" he asked. 

"No. But emo, heart-less clowns with white and black hair that are associated with other crazy-ass killers aren't allowed to say hi. Now why are you here?" I demanded. 

"Because! I don't want to be at the stupid mansion." he said. 

"What?" I asked. "I thought you lived there or something." 

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "I was only there to visit. I moved out from there long ago because I didn't like killing. I started to hate it more and more every time one of my friends showed up with a bloody hoodie or a kidney, for crying out loud!" he said. 

"Kidneys...?" I asked. 

"Eyeless Jack. He just takes the kidneys. Gross, right?" he said. 

I nodded. Great, now I will have nightmares about some kidney stealing btich, too.

"So I don't want to kill you or anything." he said. 

And for a moment, I believed him. People can change, right?

So why didn't Jeff?

It's not his time, I must be patient.

But he is kinda creepy. 

True. I sighed. 

"So, what are you doing?" I asked. 

"Staying with you now." he said. 

"Where?" I asked. 

"Well, maybe in those woods that surround your house, that would be nice." he said. 

"But, where have you been sleeping?" 

He shrugged. "Anywhere, really. Old, abandoned houses, mostly."