He's huge, way bigger than me if I tried anything, he probably wouldn't hesitate to kill me, and that's something I cannot risk.
It's Impossible to go against prey who's already larger than the predator.
It's Impossible.
But as far as I can tell, no assumptions can be made, especially since the source I discovered this from was Chisara. She isn't very liable, especially since she can't even tie her own shoes.
"What do you think, Chi-chi?" I sighed, turning towards my cat who was laying on her back on my thighs.
"Meow~!" She purred as I rubbed her belly.
"Your so adorable~!" I cooed as I picked her up and covered her face in butterfly kisses.
"Meow~" She purred, rubbing her head against my cheek.
I smiled, my facial expression changing into a slight pout as my head jolted to the door as it busted open, a tall figure dressed in jeans and a white hoodie that was covered in dry blood.
"Ey Bitch, Get the hell up." Jeff croaked, folding his arms as he positioned himself up again my dresser.
"I'll consider doing so when you consider addressing me by my properly preferred name." I sighed, staring at him with a neutral expression with just a tint of irritation.
If I Had to kill any of these wretched cretins it would definitely be him.
"Ey Unidentifed Bitch, Get the hell up." He scoffed, tossing the camera onto my lap.
"Close enough." I sighed as I stood up, walking towards my dresser.
I opened the drawer, examining its contents before reaching my hand in, grabbing a new change of clothes which included a white tank top and some jeans.
"Are you seriously gonna change? We aren't going that far." He groaned in annoyance of my actions.
"Yes, No matter what the amount of distance we are going, I refuse to go outside looking like you." I sighed, pushing him out of my room before slamming the door in his face.
"What's wrong with my appearance!?"He scoffed, leaning against my door.
"My goal is to hide the evidence, not wear it." I scoffed, removing my top to replace it with the second change of clothes.
"Whatever, Hurry up." He growled, banging on the door.
I sighed as I opened the door, revealing the new change of clothing, as he pushed his way past me, sitting on my bed.
Chi-Chi jumped, hissing at Jeff as he stuck the middle finger up at her.
I attached the said waist pouch, slipping the small switchblade into its storage, as I put on my Black zip-up hoodie.
"The fuck is wrong with this thing?" He scoffed, pointing towards Chisou, watching as She hissed at him, bearing her claws.
"That's my feline companion, Chisou, Chi-Chi for shorter summoning reasons. And she hates you, just as I do." I scoffed, scooping her up into my arms and setting her down, watching as She strode into the hallway.
"The Fuck Is a 'Feline Companion'?" He sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets.
"She's my cat, Asshat." I scoffed, wrapping my camera around my neck.
"I didn't know that, Asshat." He replied as he stood up, making his way towards the doorway.
"Whatever." I sighed as I slipped my black converses on.
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"What do you need me for anyway?" I said, folding my arms as I followed him throughout the woods, watching every step that I made due to the fact that it was dark and it was raining.
"I need your 'Skills'." He sighed, walking through the woods.
"You treat me like bat-shit, and friggin hate me. Yet you want my help?" I scoffed, tucking my hands into my pockets.
"No, let me correct myself, you expect me to help you?" I scoffed, turning towards him.
"I mean the answer must mean yes, Otherwise I wouldn't ask for help."He sighed, looking at me directly in the eyes with the most suggest look in his eyes.
"I'm not the type for sincerity, but I'll help since we're already out of the mansion. It would be a waste of my time If I had came all the way out here to do nothing but walk all the way back." I sighed, following after him towards a small homey cabin.
"Why the hell are we here?"I sighed, crouching down near the window next to him.
"I needed information about this chick. It seems from all the loaded boxes she's supposedly moving but I don't know where." He sighed, pointing towards the multiple boxes with labels like 'Fragile' and 'Kitchenware'.
I sighed as I grabbed my camera, opening the lens.
I fidgeted with the camera settings, trying to get a correct angle.
"Take the picture already, dammit!" Jeff growled, snatching the camera from me as he attempting taking the pictures himself.
"Be careful!" I angrily whispered at him, slapping his arm.
"It's a fucking camera, how hard could it be!" He scoffed taking a picture before turning the flash off.
The echo of the high pitched noise roared, replacing the silence with chaos, as the lady who was peacefully reading inside jumped from her seat, inspecting her surroundings before suddenly spotting us.
It was due to Jeff's fucking hair.
I stared at the lady as she backed. I slowly rose from my hiding spot and kicked the door down sprinting after her.
I sighed as I approached the end of the hallway and she was gone.I investigated my surroundings, kicking down doors to different room until I kicked open the wrong door.
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Overwhelming Anxiety
Non-FictionThis story is based around one of my creepypasta OC's, Len Miller, A pessimistic 17-year-old high school girl struggling with overwhelming anxiety and mental stability issues.While trying to obtain an innocent profile, and eliminating all competiti...