You were cowering in the corner, afraid of the faceless man in front of you, and he grabbed you and brought you outside, then left to the forest, holding you tightly by your waist, he would take a glance at your crying, shaking form, and he would note it in his mind. You were (Y/N) (L/N), you had dirty, messy, (H/L) (H/C) hair, one bright (E/C) eye and one (F/C), (S/C) skin, that was really smooth other than the cut going up your collar bone, and your ears were pierced, and had (F/C) (F/J) on them. It glinted in the light of the moon, you yelped every time you felt a little bump.
Forever Alone (Book 1 of the Misguided Killer Series)
21 parts Complete Mature
21 parts
Complete
Mature
Jeff has always felt the weight of being alone. Even with the other Creepypasta, he was the freak; the outcast. They believed he was demented and insane, and maybe he was. Did it matter? Did that insanity, something they all shared, make him undeserving of emotion? He felt. He wasn't cold and emotionless like people believed. He was a person and while he might be demented that didn't mean he couldn't feel. He could laugh, he could cry, he could feel fear. He could feel love. But never in front of others. Never. Despite the hand reaching for him through his darkness, he felt Forever Alone. Could that change? Could someone like him find someone to love?