JTK's Wife

Yes, I am aware this is shitty. This might not even be accurate to their creepypastas, but oh well, it may be different in my story.

"Go to sleep."
"No, don't. You won't wake up."

Jeff has no feelings. Jane doesn't either. They realize all they are are pale-faced black-haired big-eyed killing machines, without souls, killing to please their grudges. They wanna change that, but they realize it'll always be this way. They'll never change. Jeff doesn't know what is it that made himself slip a ring of broken bones and his own blood on her finger. He just doesn't know.