Self explanatory title. Warning: FRERARD.

This is just the Clockwork's story. Enjoy. It is scary, so don't read if you can't handle it. ~slash

Story of the young daughter of two killers.

(I did not write this, im only sharing the real story)

People say i look either like my mom or my dad, but then they say it's a bad thing that I look like either one of them. It's another reason why I'm not adopted. I never knew them, and don't know what makes people hate them, or even fear them. But what I don't realize is that on the date of my 16th birthday, my life is going to take a twisted turn.

When Jeff breaks into Livia's home, there is only one thing she can think of. Oh my god, it's Jeff the freaking Killer, in her house! The daranged CreepyPasta addict just can't seem to drive herself away.

Can she get over this impulse, neither can he, and how will things end up? READ TO FIND OUT!

Vicious is not an ordinary teen. She believes herself to be one of the most weirdest and psychotic people in her home town. But in her thoughts and dreams, she sees this man.. Jeff the killer to be exact. Not long after, reports in the news paper identified a killing spree broke in her town. She wonders if it could possibly be Jeff. That is until one night she finds him... In her house... With a knife against her throat.

Jess is a Creepypasta fangirl through and through, but her favorite is none other than Jeff the killer. She spends most of her time reading fanfictions about him, looking at pictures of him, or drawing him in her stetchbook. But Jess isn't like most of the fangirls, she suffers from multiple personality disorder, and sometimes the outcome isn't very pleasant. She feels lost, always feeling different most of the time, due to her different personalities and their opinions. The only thing she can run to for help is her Jeff the killer fandom. But is it possible that Jeff isn't just a made up character? Is he a dream come true for Jess, or a curse? One things for sure, he'll sure as hell make a good impression on a thing that's ever so patiently been itching to come out and play.