Love Is A Psychopath [Jeff the Killer X Reader]
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  • Time 8h 6m
Ongoing, First published Jun 16, 2014
You live alone. You have one friend. You were an outcast. According to the rest of the world, anyways. 
You were a killer. You haunt the minds of corrupt people. You never killed the innocent. Just the guilty.
It was several years ago when you first encountered HIM. Jeff the Killer. He saved you. Then, he left. You never saw him again. But you always remembered.
You didn't think you would see his permanent smile, or his pale, leathery face again. You were wrong. It was only by accident you met him again. 
You didn't think it would totally change your life. 
You were wrong.
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MONSTER

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Books In The Series Order: Survivor (1) Monster (2) Murderer (3) ________________________________________ 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. ______________________________________________ [ This book was written when I was in a deep state of derealization, so it may seem kind of off? Idk ] WARNING : - Past Sexual Assault [PTSD] - GORE/HORROR/DISTURBING DESCRIPTION - SLIGHT NSFW - ADULT SUBSTANCES/ TOXINS / LANGUAGE ... START OF BOOK : 6 / 5 / 22 END OF BOOK: 8 / 17 / 22 [ FINISHED ]