Carving a Smile (Jeff the Killer x Reader)
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Let's just say, it all went to hell the day the sun blew up in our faces. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I am a lone survivor in this hell damned world. Nobody gives a fuck about religion, about the news these days. It's all about survival, and I'm gonna do it, and do it alone...
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