Story cover for Sal's D.I.D black out. by Beepbeepbeep200
Sal's D.I.D black out.
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20, 2020
Well, I've had writer's block for about a month... I finally got 1 frikn idea... And this is the end result. I know, it's a bit more than a bit on the weird side, but it's all I got. I spent about 4 hours on this, at 5am, so they'res bound to be some mistakes. And, I don't know... I've been very interested in Dissociative identity disorder and Schizophrenia recently... so I put it in a Sally Face fanfiction, and I'm not the first one to do this in the Sally Face fandom, that credit goes to Resident Mass Murderer here on Wattpad, they wrote The Mind Of Sal Fisher, my favorite fanfic, 💯 recommended. tell me what you think of this in the comments, I'd love some constructive criticism  just, don't judge me too hard. PS, sorry if this is a bit offencive. 😅
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MONSTER

76 parts Complete Mature

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.