Chapter six : voices

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*wren*

I was at my home when I heard that voice again...

wren...you hear me don't you?

" Y...yeah."

Good girl,

" What... what do you want? " I pleaded.

You.

" m...me? as in "me" me? " I was obviously confused.

Ugh...y'know, you?...Oh let me spell it...Y-O-.....

" I know how to spell it. " I snapped.

Oh my gosh... I am going insane! I can't believe I'm thinking this, but...I think I'm as insane as Jeff! NO NO NO NO NO NO!

" I'M NOT INSANE! a...am I? "

Yes... I'm afraid so.

" No. I am nothing like Jeff! " I ran upstairs attempting to escape the voice inside of my head.

I looked in the mirror and to my suprised my red hair had began to turn black..." What the..." I was cut off by a rustling sound outside my window.

" The heck..." I whisper.

" Miss me? " A voice cooed.

And of course you know who this might be?

" Should I? " I smirk.

Then it appeared wearing its usual white, blood stained hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

" Jeff. " I said my voice provoked with venom.

Jeff chuckled,

" Oh and Wre... Wait. but your not my Wren. " His eves widened ( as much as they could, note: he has no eyelids. )

" Wait what do you..." I quickly turned to see myself once more, but my hair was black...pitch black, and so were my...eyes?

Hehehehe HAHAHAHAHAH! YES it is complete.
Oh and did I forget something, I'll be taking over every now and then...like... now.

" No. y...you can't. no!!! "

My world goes dark.

*Jeff*

Where's Wren? This is where Wren lives. isn't it? When she started sprinting at me, not running. Sprinting. I dodged most of the punches, ( note: do not give her a knife

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