My Creepypasta OC Book

My Creepypasta OC Book

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Okay, first off. Welcome to my Book of Creepypasta OCs! {If you don't like Creepypastas or peoples own creations, then this is not the book for you} Now, my book isn't going to be like one of those books where people make rip-offs of original characters. No, no, no. This book isn't ANYTHING like that. I like to create my OWN characters, not steal them off originals. As you can see in the cover above, these are just some of my many characters. They do have back story's to them IF you are interested in reading them. Keep in mind, that I'm not a professional writer. I just like to write for the fun and creative side of it.
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MONSTER

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

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