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.:Jeff The Killer X Reader:. Part 13 *Writer's POV*
"It's a girl." Jane said as she held the bundle in her arms.
(Your name) smiled holding her hands out as Jane lightly lay the child in them. (Your name) looked down and softly moved the blanket away from the baby's face. She had a small tuft of (hair color) hair on her head and crystal blue eyes. She looked up at (Your name), a small smile tugging on the corners of her pale lips as she reached for her mother.
"She's beautiful." Jeff muttered from over (Your name)'s shoulder. "Maybe just as beautiful as me." He glanced over at the child's mother, his forever smile widening as she rolled her (eye color) eyes. "She has your hair." He said softly.
"And your eyes." She countered.
"What are you gonna name her?" Jane spoke up from the corner of the room and while Jeff stabbed her mentally, (Your name) just smiled thoughtfully and went into her mind for a good name.
Jeff nodded. "That's a pretty name."
I'd Kill for You Jeff the Killer X Reader Pt. 2Your POV
I woke up the next morning and grab my cellphone to check the time. It was 9:17 and my friend had text me seven times. I didn't bother to read them. I was still mad at her after last night. I walk out of my room and knock on my friend's door. There was no answer so I turn the knob and peek inside, only to discover that she wasn't there, which didn't surprise me. I walk down the hall and decide to make myself some breakfast. I was on a college campus in a small dorm house that me and (BF's name) shared.
As I sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal I turn on the TV, only to find myself watching a news report.
Breaking News! The serial killer has struck again, claiming three more innocent lives! Three college freshman were found with their throats slit in Slender woods. The victims have been identified as 20 year-old Scott Madison, 19-year old Brad Jefferson, and 19 year-old (BF's Name). The police ask for full cooperation from citizens. Please if you saw a
Pasta x Reader: Life in the Slender Mansion (Pt 1)
"Smile, come on," you beckoned the dog to follow you.
He lifted his head up, looked at you, let out a sigh-like growl, and rolled over, his back to you. Smile did like you (usually), but he just didn't feel like getting up.
"Smile! Come on! Get up!" You crouched down and began to shake the dog.
Eventually, he growled once more and sat up.
"Good boy! Now come on, follow me," you scurried over to the stairs, still beckoning. "Come on," you whispered again. He stood up and marched over to you, following you up the stairs. You smiled and ran to your room. Standing in the doorway, you began motioning for him to follow you again, "Come on, come sleep on my bedroom floor," you patted the floor.
He began walking in your direction, but as he got to your room, he kept on walking and turned the corner, creeping straight into Jeff's room and collapsing on the floor, quickly falling asleep.
"Hah, rejected by the dog!" You heard Jeff snicker through the wall, quickly joined by many more snickers fro
Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part XIIIJeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.
I woke up in a dark room: my room. Today was the day my parents got back from holiday. Oh shit. I was strapped to the bed, fully clothed with a blanket on top of me. Due to my restraints, all I could move was my head, my fingers and my toes. I was tied down and tied well.
After thrashing around for minutes, I realised I wasnt alone, in the far corner of the room was a figure, sat with its knees tucked up to its chest, and its hair covering its face as it looked up at me. It took me a while to realise it was Jeff in the corner, not Jack. Man, its dark. Dark. Darkness.
Then I remembered the last words I had heard before I passed out Im not dead, I think, but Jeff said Oh god, Im confused.
I tilted my head so I could see Jeff better.
Morning he said simply,
Morning?! Fucking morning?! I think Im going to die, and when I wake all you say is Morning? You
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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