Creepypasta (Remake)

Creepypasta (Remake)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., déc. 13, 2019
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This is real life, this is reality. Since childhood, Natasha and her friends always dreamed of living with the creepypasta family. To be with the infamous Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, Slenderman, all they wanted was to be loved by them all, be part of their family. However, that was a long time ago, this is reality, real life, they are not real and never real. Whoever still believes in them are deranged. Even if they were they would've been caught a long time ago for causing a mass genocide, killing thousands of people. Oh how Natasha was wrong, oh how he pressed his sharp knife against her soft skin... "Go to sleep", he giggled manically. This is no love story, this is real life and the only logical thing to do when a killer is after you, is not to run to his arms, but run as far away from him. ----------- This is a remake of creepypasta -my story- I try to make this as realistic as possible.
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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?

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