Casino Life ain't so bad. You have friends You have food You have Money You have a Job All you don't have is a Soul. But hey, that's fine.

(Y\N) is a normal 16 year old teen. Emo phase to the max, bullies, and school. Well, normal untill she found an abandoned box in a allyway. Sounds stupid to take it, right? Nope. ------>BëGïN? YeS<--- --->nO

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

||Description|| You, a senior in high school, are prepared to blow this town and begin your life in LA--but a particular killer ruins your plans. ||Trigger warnings|| There will be descriptions and/or references for the following... - suicide, death, murder, homicide, verbal/mental/physical abuse, blood, unsettling scenarios. read at your own risk ||Disclaimer|| - I do not own any characters that are specifically of Creepypasta. I only own my own characters and this story. - There will be no lemons - No characters that are specifically of Creepypasta will have glorified backstories or personalities - Characters that are specifically of Creepypasta will have minor changes to their character depending on how it plays into the story, so before commenting of how their character isn't described a certain way, keep in mind that I meant it to be that way Also hello if you're from Carved Happiness! I'm sorry that I kinda dipped out for like 2 years, haha but I'm back with another Jeff the Killer x Reader :3

After moving away from your old friends, you can't seem to find a new one. But one day in 7th grade you meet a certain Himiko Toga who seems to be your best friend. But later on after realizing the life and consequences you had taken to be friends with her, you questioned if you were really 'just friends'