Trust

Trust

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Malcolm Bright has a lot on his mind. His serial killer father has just woke up from the coma that Malcolm put him in, the first girl he has been intimate with, in a long time, is not talking to him, his mother and sister won't stop calling him, and Gil will not quit pushing him to take a second vacation. Life was getting to be too much for Malcolm, and something told him that it was not going to get better any time soon. Thank god he had Dani to talk to! This is a prodigal son fanfiction. This is my take on how the rest of the season should go! Enjoy!
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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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