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Felicity Hill is an ordinary girl, almost too normal for her taste. But since her eyes are a rather different color, she draws unwanted attention. One night and many others, she starts to have various weird dreams, ones that feel way to distant and real. Felicity eventually blacked out til she was found by a group of insane killers called the "Creepypasta's" As her life began to change, she was introduced by an organization called The Unknowns, who are cloaked men trying to capture all the rare eye colors. And to her surprise, Felicity was one of them with the brooding color purple.

A story of a teenage boy who was sent to an insane asylum without proof if he's really insane. Then he met a known killer/creepypasta who came from the Philippines. They became friends, or maybe more than friends 😏 If you wanna know, continue reading because I don't want any spoilers xD

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

What has hapend to your life? well don't ask me cuz I don't know. only time will tell♡ THIS HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED