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Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*
*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"Complete
𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜! 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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Creepypasta/Slenderverse experiences + research
This will be my online journal, since i have lost the one i have in real life. All of the photos and evidence of HIS existance is all real. You can choose whether you want to believe it or not, to me it doesnt matter. Because i know what i have seen... This will contain ways to summon them, my research + personal stuff / Photos occasionally.
Murder the Noisy
Just a female Creepypasta scenario. Do you want some context? No! I said no! Alright, just a bit though... You are (Y/N), a neko. You haven't been able to sleep for 2 weeks because of people having parties outside. Apparently, it was a hotspot for parties. You feel something snap. You grab a knife and a mask, then go down to deal with the problem... So there you have it! A little suspense, a little context, perfect! I don't own any Creepypasta stories, and I don't own "Party Hard" which is a brilliant game which will give you a basic idea of what the reader does at the start. [COMPLETED] DO NOT COPYComplete
𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘? 𝚆𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?" "Wʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ?" "𝚄𝚑𝚖, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?" "Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜᴇss." 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖬.𝖲. 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂 𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝗍. Thanks for 1k that's actually fucking crazy<3Complete
Karma X Reader One Shots
This is a Karma x reader One Shots hope you like it!! I don't own anything.. 👇Highest Rank Achieved👇 1st in 'KarmaAkabane' 4rth in 'Xreader' I'm only 11 years old when i wrote this so i'm sorry for the incorrect spellings and grammars 😢😢Complete
𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..
𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 "𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺" 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 "𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺" 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.. 𝘛𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘳@𝘱𝘦,𝘚𝘏 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 -𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 Follow me in my socials Instagram:_piinkbvnny_ Tiktok:_piinkbvnny_Complete
Creepypasta Shiz
(the pasta do random shiz ig hope you like it :p)Complete
*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"
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