《•CreepyPasta X Reader Parody•》// Let it out //
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The next day...
9:00 pm
Jeff was talking shit again for another night, Laughing Jack sat besides me on the bar stool while Nina sat on my right.
The manner was empty which left us to drink in the lounge.
...
"Y/n, it's been awhile since you've been out. Please come with us." Brian whispered, he looked down on me with a look of worry. "I'm fine." I smiled, it still hurt to move my face due to Jeff fucking breaking it the other day.
...
"Can you just shut the fuck up?" I grumbled in annoyance, the smiling man in the other side of the table went quiet. "Mood killer, what do you want to talk about?" Jeff smirked. My eyes flickered to Nina, her being on her phone as she silently took drinks of her wine.
"Nothing, go kill or some shit." I muttered.
"What if I don't want to?" Jeffs taunting voice annoyed the shit out of me.
"Then go the fuck away, Jeffery." I spoke through a clenched jaw.
"Don't call me that." He hissed.
"What you want me to call you? Annoying ass kid that never learned to shut his damn trap?!" I chuckled, glaring up at the man.
"Yeah, think it'll go nice with my side kick that's a damn cunt." He spat.
I rose my eyebrow, tightening my grip around the cold glass in my palms that rested on the glass table. Nina's head rose up, her purple painted lips in a straight line.
"The fuck did you just call me?" I whispered, pushing myself up and out of my seat as I downed the last of my glass. I felt the buzz, and I wanted Jeff to feel the buzz in his skull when he hit the table hard.
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I still wanted revenge for my broken nose.
"Y/n? I think I should take you to b-" I cut Jack off.
"No, I think I out'a put this cunt in it's damn place." My lower lip trembled as my vision began to spin, Jack's claw like hand on my arm grew absent to my mind. "Do it pussy, Like to see you fucking try." Jeff stood up as well, grabbing his knife out of his pocket. "Look at the bitch boy, needs his damn knife to keep him company...put that shit down." I slurred, "I wanna have some real fun." I grinned.
Jeff handed the knife to Nina, and yet she still looked at me with a worry glint in her blue eyes.
"Glad to see 'ya man up Y/n, Been waiting a long time for a good match between us 'ol pals." Jeff smiled, jumping across the table and squared up.
Jack just rose his hands and walked out, with his glass of Moon Shine ofcourse.
I looked at the man, the legend, the man people both simp over and laugh at. It disturbed me how this guy used to like me, used to fucking see something in me. Who the fuck would want me?
FUCKING ME HAHAHA
"Your goofy Jeff, for liking me, ME! HAHA! Mofo had a thing for me." I laughed, stumbling backwards as Nina just sat there crosslegged with other Jack besides her.
"When the fuck did Jack get h- AUGH!" Jeffs body rammed into mine, pushing me over the leather couch and onto the other side with a loud THUD!
"Don't talk about that shit ever again." Jeff whispered before pushing himself back up and off of me, smiling down on my collapsed and drunken frame.
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I felt pure adrenaline run through me, and suddenly I wasn't all buddy buddy with this guy nor any of the people in the room. I was a proxy, made to fight and serve.
And I could put up one hell of a fight.
I quickly pushed myself up and latched onto a Jeff's black locks, a snarl grew on my face as I pushed him back over the couch. Once we landed onto the carpeted flooring I punched his face, so many times. My arms began to shake with my legs with how much excitement I felt.
....
"It's bad to go along time without... violence or killing, it's like a drug. The longer you wait to do it, the more you do it when you have it on your hands.
You can't stop once you have their throat in your hands, you just need to squeeze harder." Toby exclaimed as we walked down the snowy path.
...
So that's why Brian wanted me to come with him into town to do "stuff".
With one last tug of Jeff's hair, I quickly got up and pushed myself away. He took a bit, chuckles and giggles escaped his throat as he slowly sat up.
He looked over at me, his smile.
"We need to go hunting together."
...
Fuck.
"Y/n, you good?" Nina walked over to me, resting her hand on my shoulder. Her touch calmed me, making me smile at her. "Yeah, yeah, I need to go...Been a long week." I muttered, grabbing my head as I walked towards the door.
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My week sure as hell wasn't as long as my cock
Heh
Heh
Heh
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