Jeff the Killer X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenJeff The Killer X Reader 7 minutes in HeavenMore Like This
A sharp edge cut a few layers of your skin you flinched and grabbed the sides of the metal object, pulling the item out it shined dully. It was a slightly heavy knife with a slightly damaged hilt, you looked over it for a few seconds before asking who it belonged too.
"Who's is this?" you asked, a man walked towards you. He had long black hair, singed eyelids, pure white face and a smile sliced in his cheeks. Jeff The Killer.
"Thats mine" he took the knife from you putting the seasoned weapon into his hoodie pocket, Splendor gave you a slightly worried look but soon returned to his bubbley mood.
"Right this way you two" he led you towards what could only be a broom closet due to lack of space and door size.
You felt the killer's eyes bearing down on you as you entered the compressed space, you were pressed against each other pretty much. Jeff smiled as the light began to fade until a single beam lit the broomcloset.
"Remember only 7 minutes
Laughing Jack X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenLaughing Jack X Reader 7 Minutes in HeavenMore Like This
You searched for something interesting, something different. Avoiding all sharp and pointy objects. You grasped a rope, a worn one at that. Pulling it out, it stretched about a foot or two. Reaching the end a small bear had the roped tied in a noose around its neck, rainbow colored candies fell from its stomach. Splendor took a purple candy and popped it into his mouth.
"He always gives the best candy ________" Splendor sucked on the hard candy, holding the bear under you arm you unwrapped a lemon piece. A shrill laugh came from behind you as you placed the candy into your mouth. You turned sharply, muscles tense. A lanky your man stood with messy black hair, white and black fur on his shoulder, black a white striped sleeves covered his arms, a pair of dark grey over-alls and long striped socks. His skin was a glossy plastic white, black lips with dark rings around his eyes; he cocked his head to the side hair falling in his face.
Warning to the soon dead Queen.Ah, broken is the golden bowl. The spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll; a saintly soul floats on the blue Stygian river. And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?More Like This
Weep now or nevermore! See? Come, let the burial write be read; the funeral song be sung!
An anthem for thy queen of death that ever died so young... A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young... ♥
Wretched Useless! They loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride; she had so much and such an ego... When she fell in feeble health, they hoped for her death... How shall the ritual, then, be read? The requiem, how shall it be sung by me?
By hers; the evil eye, by yours; the slanderous tongue that put to death the innocence that dies only once.
Chagrining; let's not fake a smile, let's just show our turmoil, in order to prove we cared so much.
Pokemon Creepy Pasta :: Christmas Special.It was Christmas Eve and little Alyssa Watson had asked her parents for only one present; a plush Teddiursa. Yes, a plush Teddiursa, she was only six so really this was a normal request, her mother told her; if she slept early, she'd find it under the tree the next day.More Like This
So that night, little Alyssa went to bed before nine o'clock, hoping her new plushie would be underneath the tree waiting for her when she awoke. As she slept, her mom carefully snuck in to the living room and placed a small Teddiursa plush underneath the tree, it had an elegant, pretty red ribbon tied around its' neck.
Late that night, while everyone seemed to be asleep - Alyssa's older brother, Conner, quietly made his way downstairs and to the tree. Conner was in to dark things; curses, blood, shadows, gore. He spotted the new little bear plushie and grabbed it by the left arm, examining it, he thought it would be perfect to try out the new curse he learned.
He quietly went back to his bedroom, then to his bathroom.
Number 78 Dear, PennyMore Like This
I've written so many letters about you now, and am still unable to send a single one...
So tonight, I decided I would type one online, because, well... it's night, I'm already online and I just started thinking about you again. Well, it's now been exactly one thousand, seven hundred, and fourteen days since you commie suicide. I decided a few months ago to write you a letter for every day you haven't been in my life, but it sure is hard... I however manage to write over twenty letters in one day! Having wrote so many now... I'm running out of things to say...
They say today is the end of the world, honestly, I don't believe it one bit, I'm sure you'd laugh about it and say "If it is then it must be my doing!" yeah, you always were like that... I really miss you and your vicious attitude, the way you threatened people, how you barely made friends and yet even people who claimed to hate you thought you were cool. It's so fun now to think about back then,
Fan Fic:: OriginalShippingIt'd been three days. Three long, quiet, lonely days.More Like This
Green was sitting at the desk in his office in the back of his gym.
He'd just finished some paperwork and was now leaning back in his chair.
Although he should have felt relieved and been relaxing now that he had some time to himself, that was impossible right now.
"I haven't seen or heard from Red at all the past three days... What am I saying? He'll never leave that damned mountain..."
He sighed. He hadn't gone to Mount. Silver since he yelled at Red to come down the last time and was - for the first time, offered a bit of grim hope when Red said if Green could win in a pokemon battle against him, he would come down.
Alas, Green lost, as one might predict. But he and his pokemon did try hard, very hard, still; Red's pokemon were too much for his own team.
Green stood, he blinked once he noticed eevee was staring out the window.
He could only guess eevee missed pikachu and was worried about Red just as much as himself - well, maybe
Fan Fic:: Ryan x Dante"How the hell can he love her?" Ryan questioned, holding a picture in his hand.More Like This
He examined the photo, taking in the view of the pale haired, semi-slim female with scarlet colored eyes - this being his new 'rival for affection'. He then scanned his eyes over his crush - the tall, raven haired, hazel eyed male known as Dante.
Yes, Ryan was gay, but only for Dante, but sadly, Dante was clueless to Ryan's feelings, and to top it off - now had a girlfriend! The very thought of Dante choosing their friend, Jess, over him - it enraged him, he could feel his teeth clamp together as he glared at the female in the picture.
Attempting to unclench his jaw, Ryan stood up and made his way outside, "Psh, why the hell do I care so much? It's not as though I'm in love with him!" he thought, scoffing.
However, the truth was; Ryan was in denial - he knew he loved Dante, he was just taking for granted how much.
Turning a corner, he bumped in to someone, "Watch where you're goin'!" he said angrily, that i
Can the Damned be Loved chap 3Chapter 3: The Wonders of LemonadeMore Like This
Flipping open the embossed lid, you checked your pocket watch for the umpteenth time that morning. It was nearing 9 and you still did not see the slate haired earl and the possibility of being stood up entered your mind incessantly. Couples passed by you, entering the lush park laughing and conversing happily. You smiled and nodded to men who tipped their hats to you, trying to distract yourself from obsessing too much.
Your ears perked up as the low, regal voice called your name, "Am I late?"
With a large smile you spun around, your hoop skirt flowing with the swift motion, " No at all Mr. Phantomhive, you're right on time!"
Ciel's pale cheeks flushed noticeably, forcing him to quickly gaze at the street.
"Sebastian did not wish to accompany me today, so I am here alone," he started purposefully hiding the fact that he ordered the demonic butler to stay at the manor.
~ "Sebastian, this is an order, you will remain here while I go out!" The y
Homophobia Is GayThis one goes out to every boy bullied after schoolMore Like This
Because he kissed his boyfriend in public
This one goes out to every girl that their father won`t look at
Because he caught her holding hands in the mall with her girlfriend
This is for every father who isn`t allowed to see his child
Because he`s married to another man, and his child`s mother is homophobic
This one is for every mother whose child is in a foster home
Because she is married to another woman
To every boy who is afraid to use the public bathroom
Because he might get security dragging him out
To every girl who is afraid to show her face in class
Because the cool girls will harass her
To every boy who quit the football team
Because they found out he was gay
To every girl who`s parents won`t let her hang around 'that group'
Because they think they influenced her to date girls
To every boy who has to get cured by god
Because he confided in his catholic parents that he was gay
To every girl that gets called a slut