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(y/n) yawned not remembering what happened except that face... You wondered for a little and remembered that you read this story. He was Jeff, You always had kind of a crush on him ever since you read his story on creepy pasta wiki-. Suddenly you felt someone was watching you. Still unfamiliar to your surroundings (y/n) realized she was in a dark, old, creepy, house. You rose from the couch apparently you had been sleeping on and looked around. Jumping at every sound, (y/n) cat ears went back uneasily and tail started to flick, (y/n)'s (e/c) ears still were in pain from tearing them. "H-hello?" You asked nervously, you felt something hug you from behind and cover your mouth before you could shriek. "Don't worry I won't hurt you, No one here will."
You stared up at Jeff and blushed slightly then he asked you. "Do you know who I am?" Jeff let go of you, "Y-yes, your jeff right..?" "Yes. Now who might you be beautiful?" "I'm (y/n)." He stroked your (h/l) (h/c) hair and brushed loose bangs from your face. you looked down and blushed. "So shall we meet the others?" Jeff's grin became wider, You nodded and your ears and your tail perked happily as you walked down the hallway hand and hand with Jeff.
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BEN x Neko!Reader
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You napped peacefully in your cat form,sleeping soundly on your bed when an annoying thud interrupted your peaceful slumber. You looked at the clock on your nightstand. 3 AM. Someone had better be dying for waking you up at this time..Normally you would have been up and alert at night, however you had been put through a lot of strain that day, with you having to lug corpses and dispose of the bodies. All the days activities had worn you out, and now...This..
Normally you would have thought that this was only Jeff carrying a body to his room or possibly even one of those
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Jeff The Killer x Reader - Prologue
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I never should've talk about this. I could've just shut up, but not this time, eh. Why? I have no fucking idea. I guess I couldn't take this pain anymore, this suffering I can always feel flowing through my veins, my bones and my head. I couldn't take this hunger and this rage any longer, either. Talking about this awful feeling isn't the worst thing. Ah, not at all! I'd spit my hatred to anyone's face if I could, I would rip every limb of their pathetic bodies, slit every inch of their horrific skin to leave behind nothing but a bunch of skin, bones and blood. But I would've like to hide this hatred, this time. For this on
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Eyeless Jack x Reader: Part 7
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I was making dinner at the moment. It was two or three hours since I'd gotten home and received the news. Jack sat on the couch out in the living room. I looked back through the archway and he looked bored.
We had decided together that he would be staying with me for these six days. So while I was busy making dinner, Jack talked on the phone. I didn't know who he was talking to; he refused to tell me for the moment. I didn't really mind, but I was still curious. I shrugged it off and went back to making dinner. I looked on the box of directions. I hadn't felt like making something from scratch tonight. I was too tired at the
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