lost boy (Jeff the killer x male!reader)
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As i look the at the smiling killer I realized I was a blushing red mess...i hope he doesnt see!!!
I was born with the ears and tail of a wolf! people often try to touch them but I either end up scratching them or i growl to make them back off. Before I was born my mother was experimented on and they didn't find out about me until 6 months into the pregnancy! to be honest it does suck being part wolf because I get bullied a lot!
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