《Worthless (jeff the killer x fem reader)》chapter 16
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WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?!
If I didn't know any better I would think Jeff was going to kiss me...
JEFF WAS GOING TO KISS ME ?!
My mind was reeling. I couldn't grasp my mind around it. I certainly didn't think he felt that way about me. At most maybe friends but that seemed far fetched. I was startled back to reality when I started to hear footsteps upstairs. Rushing I got everything out on the counter and set for the creepypastas then fled to my room in the basement. Jeff was probably out killing and I needed sleep so I set my alarm and went to bed.
5 am
I woke to an obnoxious beep going off. at least I thought I had. pulling myself out of bed I took a short, cold shower then got dressed as I stepped into the workers' kitchen. Jeff sat leaning against the table. I couldn't determine if he was asleep or just resting. Gingerly I placed my hand on his shoulder. He moved a little. For now, I'll leave him be, I need to make dinner. slipping on my mask I headed upstairs making my way to the kitchen. I prepared the food, set the table, and then got ready for dinner. I put on a shapeless gray dress then stood in the corner getting ready to serve the killers. loud voices were heard as the Pasta's filed into the room. Everyone sat and I started to serve the food. Jeff's spot was empty, he was still sleeping downstairs.
"where is Jeff?" slender asked voice booming in our heads. I lifted my hand and gestured towards the floor.
"why is he down there," slander asked again. "He should be helping you up here." Slender stood from his seat and vanished. upon doing so the creepypastas at the table turned towards me. Forks were set aside, my mask was removed and a black bag was placed over my head. I was knocked out.
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I don't know how long I was out for, but when I awoke I still had the bag over my head. A dripping noise was heard it sounded like it was into a bucket. my wrists were bound behind me. the room I was in smelled awful. Somewhere between old milk and rotting meat. At that moment I knew where I was. I was in the clubhouse. The place where Pastas took people to kill them. I had thought it hadn't been used for a while. It was a shed that lay on the outer edge of the property. slender had it cleaned out to use as a place to keep victims since the room in the house for that is now used for discipline. I had never been here. I wasn't allowed to, if I did and I got cough by a resident of the mansion I was free range to torture.
It was cold in the shed. I must have been at least an hour since I was taken here. I could hear rats and other things rustling in the darkness. For I knew even if I didn't have this bag over my head I would still be greeted by a dark room.
"slender is out looking for you. He sent everyone to look for you." Ben's voice chimed into the dark. I shivered, his sinister tone made the room feel even colder.
"He's never gonna find you." Ben chuckled. "Jeff I mean. Slender eventually will, but by then... It will be too late."
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Decompose!
Dear diary. When you read stories about some people missing and returning after years of absence claiming they were living in another world, your first reaction is to scoff and dismiss a story as a tall tale, right? I know I did. All the time. Until it happened to me and I no longer did. That day was today. Some god of thunder smote me. If it were Chris Hemsworth, I wouldn't mind but it was some barbaric Hitite god that abaondned Earth some four millennia ago. Yes, what can I say? I love the seventh art. I have more hours watching movies than any other activity, including sleep. What? Do you think I'm exaggerating? Maybe I am. I'll really miss hollywood the most. And my biggest regret is that I never got to visit the holy city of cinema. I did not come to another world to be a hero even though there was hints that they hoped I'd save it. I did not come with overpowered abilities able to, dunno, leap tall castles in a single bound, faster than a speeding crossbow bolt, be more powerful than a eight-horse carriage, the bounds. No. After the asshole god that murdered me brought me to his world, he gave me some boons from his discount bin and "The Power of my Soul (tm)". Forgive my french, I hope you understand I am rather upset at dying. And he somehow decided that my power is to recycle stuff. How awesome is that? Not much at first, I must admit. At least I got all my camping stuff and equipment with me. There's no lycra in the other world. I'll make it someday, but that day is not today. So here I am. In another world, in the middle of nowhere. I'm no heroine. As the song goes, I'm your basic average girl. And I'm assumed to be here to save the world. But almost everything can stop me, because I'm not named Kim. Wish me luck, diary. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This novel is going have the following features: slow-paced slice-of-life No GameLit / LitRPG elements. Movie references. Sandra likes the seventh art. Journal / diary style crafting (includes chemistry, engineering and metallurgy) low magic technological advancement (for Sandra, at least. She is not against sharing though) personal relations clash of perception between the modern and ancient customs. bits of tension, fighting, and plot here and there. I won't repeat myself though. Once she crafts a good batch of soap, for example, she'll just note, "I crafted soap again." Once it is estabilished how she obtains compound X, compound X2 that is obtainable from the same process will also just be mentioned. I'll try to be as realistic as I can with the crafting, chemistry, and technology. Cover: Public Domain Image by StockSnap from Pixabay. No attribution required but we do it anyway.
8 118PROJECT LOVE
The terrible past of a young gentleman and his astonishing phases made his present to be as a professional killer and in which his future turns to face many unbelievable circumstances. He will hit with many surprises and he undergoes adventures. However he will face his problems, and lets see how he gonna finish his PROJECT LOVE. Will he succed?
8 144Meeting myself
Canceled (This was my first attempt at a story and while I really enjoyed it, I lost track of the thread of the story. The MC was too op, and except for some fun slice of life moments it just wasn't a very good plot. Anyway, I may come back and re-write this in the future because I really enjoyed the premise, but for now don't expect updates.)I've never met Karma; or at least I think I haven't. Hope, really, because I'm pretty sure she hates me. You see, the thing is, I've always hated flying. When you don't wind up getting molested (cavity searched), then your bags get lost, or you spend the entire flight sitting next to a crying baby. This flight was even worse than any of those things. You see, this flight killed me. I won't spoil it, but lets just say, Karma owes me a few explanations. NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE, deserves to die like that. Of course, that wasn't the end of my adventure, far from it. But, you'll just have to read the story to learn about that.(This is a mature fiction, so far their hasn't been anything overtly bad (some minor sexual innuendo and drug use), but their will be plenty of blood, gore, sex, all that good stuff... eventually)
8 187Naruto Imagines
A better title for this would be Uchiha x readers with the occasional non-Uchiha character....I do take request, and they are greatly appreciated!
8 229Chicos de Kof reaccionan a....
Son chats donde algunos chicos de Kof reaccionan a cualquier cosa.Ejemplo:Que no te bañaste o te tiraste un pedo jsjsj pueden pedir a lo que reaccionen jejejeLos personajes no me pertenecenLe pertenecen a SNKLas imágenes no son mías créditos a sus respectivos autores
8 379Mike x Reader (fnaf ship)
This is a story about a ship about y/n (your name) and mike from Five Nights at Freddy's Hope you enjoy! ♥️⚠️ Slight/foul language and trigger warning!⚠️Love ya!*DISCONTINUED*
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