This is by no means a story of which a girl falls in love with this amazing, hot serial killer who is so protective of her in the slender mansion. This is twisted story. A story of gore and sociopathy details that gives the real meaning of Jeff the killer, a mad man who barely feels anything who somehow feels a slither of emotion for some suicidal girl. Trigger Warning: There is gore, suicidal references, suicide, cursing, and murder. Disclaimer: None of these characters or artwork is mine. Only the story is. Also there will be no lemons. There will be no characters who fall into the stereotypical category like how Toby likes waffles. I mean yeah waffles are great but Toby isn't this happy, energetic teen who is so sweet. If you believe that, please go actually do your research and read his story :)

Randy survived the attack, but did he have the mentality to survive the horrid life of being roommates with Jeff the killer?

Him. It started with that word, hasn't it? It started out of context at that point. My mom beat me because I was a him instead of a her, reminding her of my dead father. I was assaulted at school by hims but nobody would believe me because I'm a him myself. But then I met him...Jeff the killer. • disclaimer • I am a girl who is writing this. I decided to write a story not only of my interest involving Jeff the killer but to speak up about male abuse. Just because someone is a boy doesn't mean they can't get raped, assaulted, or beaten. Please, I speak up against ALL rape and hopefully you do too. • trigger warning • Don't read if you are offended or will hurt yourself others by death, suicide, eating disorders, rape, abuse, assault, murder, or any other forms of triggering. Stay safe and remember that you all have person rooting for you. One of those people is me, I love you and stay strong.