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This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, Be prepared!

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"Hello?" You try again, hearing no other answer than your unending echoes. It was truly an empty place. An empty place from which you can't escape. You couldn't walk, you couldn't float elsewhere... You were just flying on the same spot for hours... Or days... You had no idea what time it was.

You didn't feel your body. You could move it to an extent but... That was all there is to it. This whole place didn't feel good... But it also didn't feel bad. It only felt so empty. Empty like the waiting room when having a doctor's appointment. You know it's your turn sooner or later but you never know when.

You gave a loud sigh as you only continued to watch into the whiteness. You still had your consciousness, which was at least one positive thing. Even after philosophizing for what felt like an eternity you still didn't come to a conclusion of where you are.

Heaven? No... If it would truly exist then where is everyone? You aren't a bad person, but you aren't the best either. Surely there is at least one good person around somewhere... Also you don't think heaven would feel this empty... This... Strange.

Hell then? No... Absolutely not. That was impossible. Hell couldn't feel this good, this painless. If you would enter the dark void then you would surely be burning with intense pain... Not to mention the fact that your wounds wouldn't be healed so easily...

Then if those two aren't it... Are you still alive?

Normal humans can't float! That's impossible! Though... Maybe... No... Impossible! That couldn't be it, that WOULDN'T be it. You would rather die than to live on with that option. You couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't be a Creepypasta.

You would rather kill yourself.

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I opened the door and there she was, still lying motionlessly on the ground... And yet she was still fucking breathing. Why can't she just give up? Why can't she just die? It has been a day already, yet her body keeps on fighting, wanting to live.

What is there to live?

She's with me now and I promised to make her life a living hell. Then why would she want to stay alive... Why would she want to stay with me? Urgh, I'm growing soft. Probably thanks to the filthy words that hooded idiot spoke. Stealing my pet, let them try it!

Even if it's merely about a single kidney, it's still my kidney and if anyone has the right to pull it out of her body then it should be me. I nearly growled while walking closer, examining her broken body carefully.

"Why can't you just fuck off?" I hadn't realized I was talking; having no breaks whatsoever literally makes you throw everything out that you're thinking. Just looking at her makes me angry, just seeing her face... Just touching her makes me cringe in rage.

She needs to be away, she needs to get rid of before she really becomes a problem. She means nothing to me; she's a filthy and bloody mess of bones which is breathing. Nothing more. I kneeled down next to her, my fingertips involuntarily tracing her cheekbones.

She will be a problem... She will cause a problem... Unless she isn't around anymore. Unless I get rid of this... This problem. My hand went over to her neck, before I sat on top of her in a quick motion. Both of my hands were now wrapped around her throat, squeezing tightly.

I felt her body moving underneath me, her breathing becoming shallow as I kept pressing my thumbs tighter on her trachea. I usually don't suffocate my victims; it costs too much time and effort. A nice slit with the knife is more than enough, hearing them choking on their own blood...

That's what I call pure bliss.

However each time I increased the pressure on her neck it felt as if my own windpipe was being closed, as if I myself was suffocating. The rage and anger filled my body again as I pressed even tighter. How can this be happening?! I cannot feel!

I chose this life and all the up and downsides with it, so why in the world am I able to feel pain? She fucking shot me through the chest several times with a gun, yet if I merely close off HER trachea then I feel pain? That's doesn't have any fucking logic!

I saw her skin turning slightly blue, but the real problem was that I felt myself getting dizzy. I wanted to continue on, I want her to suffer before she dies. I just want this stupid bitch out of my way and get the problem solved!

...

Then WHY can't I do it!

I released her neck immediately, slamming my own fists against the ground with a loud growl. I heard her sputtering underneath me, her body shocking and her lungs filling themselves with air. Why? What have I done wrong? I'm a monster!

I cannot feel pain, remorse or any other emotion other than rage. I cannot become soft. I am a ruthless killer who enjoys the pain of mortals for fun; I like the smell of blood, the sight of blood. I'm insane, I'm completely, utterly nuts! I shouldn't even feel rage while looking at her.

Then why do I?

She was still in a coma, but alive. If I can't get myself to kill her... Then what has become of me? The infamous Jeff the Killer does not show mercy, he never lets a victim live. My hand shot over to my head, feeling the rough textures of my own face.

I was bullied, burned and then treated brutally. I snapped... I completely got myself caught up in a moment of rage... Which lasted forever. I killed the bullies, my family, all those others...

I agreed.

A loud huff escaped my mouth as I thought about that dreaded event... About all those past events. The day Jeffrey Woods completely died within me. The day I finally took over. I could feed my hatred, my crave for blood without anyone getting in my way.

It's still inside of me, still wanting to kill, still wanting me to feed it. And I love it. I live for it.

My eyes traveled towards the red marks on her neck, the outlines of my fingers still clearly shown. I just needed to press a little further, to continue on my steel grip... But I failed miserably. I fucking showed mercy when I can't even find that word in the dictionary.

I lowered my head slowly until my forehead touched hers, until I felt my skin on hers. I still hate her. I hate the way she's breathing, I hate her scent... I hate her life.

Her chest was still going up and down, indicating that she was indeed still alive. I could almost feel her heartbeat. Strong, determined... Unbreakable. I'll break her. It doesn't matter if it's now or later on, but I'll make sure to shatter her spirit.

But for now...

I'll just wait.

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You had closed your eyes, listening to the nothingness around you. Each time you were wondering more and more if you would ever get out of this dreaded place, if you would finally be released into the afterlife... If there even was an afterlife.

Would there be a god then? A devil? Would you see Lola again...? Or maybe Sandy? Were you actually afraid to die? There were so many questions yet only one you had the answer to...

No.

You weren't afraid to die... You were embracing death, sniffing its neck and gladly accepting his bony hand in order to proceed further, to get out of the living realm. What was left of your life anyway? You were living with Jeff, who made everything you did a living hell.

You had seen your friends dying in front of you one by one... Yet you never knew what had happened to the rest, if they were already dead when you came or if they were murdered after... Anyway you had nothing to live for... Nothing to actually enjoy.

You were empty on the inside, like a broken doll. The little fire you had left died when you were running away, when you risked your life for freedom. Because what other purpose did you have? Yet, even deciding your own fate, was impossible.

He also took that away from you...

"(Y/N)..." By the sound of your name you immediately opened your eyes, looking around for the cause of the sound. That voice... It was calm, soft... You recognized it... It was familiar!

"(Y/N)..." You heard again, this time a little louder. You began to yell, trying to get the attention of whatever or whomever was calling out for you. There was nothing seen, nothing but pure whiteness... But you were sure you heard the voice.

"Who are you?!" You yelled at the person, waiting in anticipation for a reply. It was silent for a few seconds... Or minutes. You didn't want to miss a thing, but eventually you opened your mouth to shout something again. However just when you were about to say something, the voice started talking.

"(Y/N)... You're still able to fight..." The voice nearly whispered. It was soothing, your whole body warmed up as soon as you had heard the voice. There was still no one to be seen so you just listened, trying to make out whatever it was saying.

"You mustn't give up." You had raised your eyebrows at this. Who the hell was this person? You were done with this all, you were done with life. You could decide for yourself if you wanted to quit or not, no one had a say in it... Because it was the only thing you had left.

"How would you know? I'm tired... I'm so goddamn tired...I don't even know where I am right now..." You replied rather sarcastically. It was all true however. You were tired of life and of all the things blown against you; every hit didn't make you stronger... It broke you down.

"I know you are, but you'll live, you'll escape... But not when you're stuck in here (Y/N)... You're in limbo right now, waiting for your pass to the afterlife." You were shocked beyond belief to hear this, but every piece of the puzzle fell into place.

You were in limbo... The place where it isn't extremely good like heaven... But not bad like hell. The place souls get stuck when something goes wrong, where they'll wander for ever alone in search of their loved ones... Who'll never come. When it wasn't their time to go... The neutral grounds where they'll eventually stay... Or where they'll leave if they want to.

"I-I'm in limbo right now? So I am... Dead?" Was it really true? Did you actually die when being attacked by those wolves? Did Jeff fail and he couldn't safe you in time? Then why didn't you go straight to where you belonged?

"You are... But not exactly. You still have a purpose... It wasn't your time yet... You have a choice to make." Your eyes widened as you recalled what the voice had said... A choice? A decision? So what decision exactly? To... Live?

"I don't understand... What choice?" You only heard of limbo once, when a preacher was talking about it. The souls get stuck when death hasn't come to them... Who did is still a mystery, the thing has no name. Yet limbo isn't a destination... You can get out.

"It's something you'll have t figure out yourself... You'll know when to make it; I'm sure (Y/N)..." You were thinking this all over. How could you make a decision when you're stuck in the air like this? Does the voice mean a mental decision?

"Why are you telling me all this?" It was a question lingering in your mind for as soon as she started talking. Even though the voice sounded familiar, you couldn't place your finger on it. Why would someone help you get out of here?

"Because I know you, (Y/N)... And I want you to survive... It's because I love you too much to see you appearing here in that state..." You gasped loudly as the gears in your head finally started to turn. You knew who the voice belonged to, who the person was that was helping you...

You had never thought you would see her ever again...

"Lola?"

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Here you goooooo just in time!

Phew that was a close call... The saddest part of it all is that I had written the chapter already just didn't have any time to come online...

Anyways, how do you like where the story is going? Keep in mind that EVERYTHING I write shouldn't been accepted as the ultimate truth... What I mean is that just because I write it doesn't mean it's true. I like to keep it real and even though I don't want to spoil...

I don't plan on making the reader a Creepypasta. (yes, she mentioned it but no, it's not the truth, like most of the things said in this story. You'll get what I'm pointing at.)

She has gone through tons of things to become one, but in my story you don't just get accepted like that. It's... Unrealistic. And even at this point the reader wouldn't want to become one. You've seen your friends dying before your eyes and then you'll kill people, enjoying it while probably each time (very high possibility) being reminded of the death of your friends. It's not called 'snapping' it's called Post traumatic stress disorder.

*cough...* Onward to the next point which is the updating. The next update will again be in between the 9 days and 2 weeks, why you ask? Because I'm busy. That's why. Please read my activity for the next update.

I'm not planning on keeping the update this long from now on, it's just that I'm in a really busy period of college, and also with my friends and family (Christmas eh) so it needs a little more time. It'll eventually become 4 days to 9 days again!

Also I'm terrible sorry for not updating the One-Shots. As told before the One-Shots are made to increase my muse for this story and it surely helped a lot! However since I was so extremely busy, I lost my muse for the One-Shots and focused only on Taken. But... My inspiration is back and the Eyeless Jack One-Shot will be awesome if I may say so myself.

Oh of course I may, I'm awesome.

Anyway I'll publish it this week, because I'm writing like crazy for it!

So I hope I've informed you enough, leave a comment, a heart, critic, my own anus or anything else and I'll try to do something with it!

Thanks for reading and stay awesome!