My life is hell. Nobody care about me, exepct my uncle and my father, but my father is rare in the mansion, and my uncle can't be here 24/7 for me. But, let me intruduce myself propetly. My name is Emily, and my father is Homicidal Liu. My uncle is Jeff the Killer. And he is best uncle on the world. I never met my mom, but I really don't care. I have a mission. To protect somebody. To keep him save. To keep demons away.
Hush, little baby,
Don't make a peep,
It's your time to go to sleep.
You don't have to fear,
Look, auntie Emily is alredy near.
They can destroy her world,
Turn it upside down...
But guess what?
Her smile will never became a frown.
She'll tuck you in bed,
In sheets of color red,
Whisper you lullaby in ear,
Hush baby, she is here.
She'll tuck you on bed,
Blade that is red,
She'll kiss you goodnight,
And turn off the light.
Hush little child,
This day was wild,
Don't be afraid of noise that you heard,
It's just monster under your bed,
Inside the closet and inside her head...
She'll sink blade in your chest,
And then, let you rest...
Shh, time to sleep...
I'd like to say sweet dreams but all you gonna have are nightmares...
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Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*
17 parts Complete Mature
17 parts
Complete
Mature
*2016 Update*
I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes.
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"I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me?
"Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape.
"Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest.
"Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice.
"My name is Jeff"