wake up 6
Hey sorry for the suuuper long break, my life's been super stressful and pretty suckish lately, I'm so sorry for not updating. /3 thank you guys so much for all the super nice reviews, I love reading them and they brighten my day. 3 ok again I don't own Jeff the killer. BEGIN
~ Frannie aka thesuperepic
I stood in front of a tall, dirty mirror in Jeff's bedroom. The white, bloodstained hoodie and black jeans were quite comfortable but they WERE a little big... obviously. I guess they WERE Jeff's. The killer opened the door to his bedroom and stood in the doorway for a while, just staring at me... It made me a little self-conscious but it didn't matter that much. he walked towards me and stood beside me as we both looked into the mirror. he was much taller than me, and his skin was extremely pale. He looked... cute. then there was me, short and grossly skinny with pinkish skin. I wish I looked at least a little like him. As he started to walk away, his hand accidentally brushed against mine and I blushed. he probably didn't mean to do that, but it gave me chills anyways. I liked being near him. I see him step out the door and I take a look at my watch. 1:00am. Perfect. I heard Jeff's raspy voice coming from outside the door.
"Are we going?" he asked. My heart started racing.
"y-yeah!" I stutter. I blush and scurry towards the door. He's almost right beside it, staring down at his knife. I look at it and realize...
"Wait, what am I supposed to kill with?" I ask Jeff.
He sighs.