Echo's P.O.V
As I walked with the boy who had just killed Chase I wondered why he saved me.
"What is your name?" I asked him.
"Jeff" he said "and I know that your name is Echo"
"So...Jeff is that short for something? Like maby Jeff the killer? I asked nearly in a whisper.
He looked shocked by that question. After about a minute he awnsered "Yes but how did you know???"
"I kinda do fan art stuff with all the creepypastas that I know of so I guess that I am part of the fandom and I have shoes for every creepypasta that I painted..." He looked astonished. I thought he would be angry but what he said took me off gaurd.
"You got the splatters of red perfect on the shoes" he laughed. "Well I am glad that you approve" I said not able to hold back a smile. We soon reached my house and he said "go to sleep" wich mad me laugh then he just dissapeard. I walked inside and went to my room after saying "hi" to my mom. I did my homework then decided to make a YouTube video. I decided to sing 'Painted Smile' by Madame Macabre. "Hey guys so today I am going to be singing you 'Painted Smile' by Madame Macabre you should really check out her channel so...yeah here it goes."
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Jeff's P.O.V
I heard her singing so I decided to listen. Man her voice is good I thought.
"Oooh is Jeffy Weffy crushing on a victim? Wow."
I jumped and turned around knife drawn. "No it is not like that Masky now come out Hoodie!!!!" I said angerly. Hoodie steped out of the shadows as I put my knife away.
"Jumpy much Jeffery...?" Hoodie smirked at me.
"Don't call me that!!!" I growled.
"Anyways slendy wants to see you....like now" Masky told me grinning.
"Ok Ok im going" I grumbled.
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