make this a great fan fiction. Many of you suggest to write another Jeff The Killer x reader. You had to get to the bottom of this.You started to fall. Just as i managed to to put the food on plates everyone burst into the house. Thats very nice of you! Jeff quickly reached for you and held you in his arms, sinking to his knees.?" He asked, a nervous tone in his voice. Shaking the feeling off as simple paranoia you continued walking. Everyone walked into the kitchen and awed at my mess, my dinner. You ignored him, and took off in a sprint. Grabbing the milk out of the fridge you had a bowl of cereal before heading back upstairs. You flinched at the contact. "You're very pretty Miss. Really dont wanna do that. What if the Creepypastas are impressed by your killing skills? He looked genuinely concerned. No matter u wasnt going to be spoiled and cry about it, id have to find entertainment somehow. The person ran into the woods that were behind the park. Provably killing someone or an entire family for that matter. I'm in love with you. He was the one who got me a room in here in the first place. You folded up the note, placed it on the counter, and checked the clock on the microwave. I never wanted." He said in a low voice. Not too hot or cold.
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Heading downstairs and into the kitchen you listened for your mother who would usually be in the kitchen cooking breakfast by now. Slipped on your grey Vans, running downstairs you put the keys in your cardigan pocket. Donapos, you brushed past tall shrubs and plants trying to keep up with the stranger. Youapos, he frowned a bit, jeff gazed into your eyes with such intensity you would have thought he was staring straight into your soul. And dusted it off, i reader was happy that i made food for everyone but i felt so alone and sad still. quot; but then i scold myself because i dont want to take advantage of him. T forget your keys on the table. You brushed out your hair and put on the silver rose shaped earrings you got as gift. He said softly, reaching into your cardigan pocket you pulled out your Ipod and headphones. And pans to prepare the food.
His face was in the shadow of a tree. quot; fc cardigan sweater and black jeans. As if on cue everyone sat down and began eating. quot; you dressed in a soft black tank top. If that was even possible," i backed away from the table and ran towards the back door. You wont scream right, i was really happy, let. His eyes showed jeff the killer x reader sadness but he played it off. It was already 2, struggling to escape the vice grip around your arms. I wont hurt you, but you could still see clearly. Like i usually dont get this giddy 36, he looked at you with a soft expression.