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how the killer learned to love again(part 1)sorry, but i dont really care for caps, and other grammer things, sorry if it bugs you. this is a story i wanted to make about a girl, who falls for a insane murderer. Jeff The Killer! hes going to be softer in this one so fangirls, this is your kinda story. sorry if its kinda corny. :/ ENJOY!
'why did i have to be so careless!' I thought to myself. it was cold and dark, but i had to find my dog.
it was my fault that shes missing. I`d opened the back door to take the trash out, and accendentaly left it open. when i came back, Frost was gone. that was 2 hours ago.
"Frost?!" i called again. No response. usually if i called shed come imidiatly,...but no. my shepard didnt come barking and running up to me.
i shiverd and pulled my black hoodie over my head,tucking in my long black hair.
i was walking through the park, calling for my dog.
suddenly my phone vibrated.
i checked it, '1 new text message, from mom'
i read the message.
"Isiss, if you dont find Frost by midnight youll have to come
A Burning Smile (part 18)Hoody quickly carried his brother back to his bed and set him down, fussing at him for getting out of bed when he was already so sick.
Isiss quickly followed and watched as Hoody began to change the bloody bandages over Maskys chest wound, and also attempted to make him swallow sour medicine, but masky refused.
"No, I`m not hurting…” Masky turned his head to the other side to avoid the spoon of liquid pain killers.
Hoody shoved it closer to maskys mouth.;Swallow. This will make you feel better.” Masky clamped his mouth shut and weakly shook his head. “Masky!” he snapped, scowl returning to replace the look of worry. “Open your mouth!”
Masky scowled back. “I told you, I’m not hurting! And that stuff tastes like moldy bread-!”
Hoody took the brief opportunity of masky talking to shove the spoon into his mouth. Masky gagged and began to spit the sour medicine out, but Hoody put his hand over his mouth to keep him from spiting it
A Burning Smile (part 19)~Le Time skip~
Dear Diary that I still protest in using,
Time is going slower and faster at the same time. Slow, because its been about a month since Jeff was taken. And faster because Maskys health has been dropping rapidly, and with no sign of him getting better. Hoody cant understand why though. Masky started to get hot flashes and headaches a few days ago. And now hes vomiting a unknown pasty liquid. Hes NOT getting better. Hoody thinks he must have an infection of some kind....and one he cant heal. But thats only one of our problems.
I cant feel Jeff anymore. I used to be able to FEEL him, like if he was alive, sleeping, or in pain. But over the course of two weeks, he seemed to fade from my senses. I dont know if its me, the separation on both of us, or him. I dont want to think its him because that leaves a possibility of him being dead.
Hoodys been starting to think that I should let jeff go. But i have something to hold over his head to MAKE him help me.
A Burning Smile (part 17)~Isiss POV~
“Ow! Ow…ow…” Hoody moaned on the floor.
When I had been talking to him through the door, Hoody had been pressed against it, so when I opened it, he face planted to the floor, falling on his ribs.
“Sorry.” I reached down a hand and hoody scowled at it. My hand didn’t move, and neither did hoody. But after a few minutes, Hoody didn’t accept my help. “Fine,” I pulled my hand away and began to walk away. “Don’t let me help you, and stay there on the floor, because I KNOW you can’t get up on your own.”
There was a pause after I walked out the door. Then...
“Yes?” I pause halfway down the hallway, waiting for Hoody to go on.
“Help me…” Came his unusually small voice.
I walked back with a small smirk on my face. “What was that?”
Hoody sneered at me. “Help me up.”
My hand pressed against the back of my ear. “Hm
Choose A Side (part 7)~Narrator POV~
The woods where deathly silent, except for the faint rustling of leaves being crushed under running feet. Any humans would think it was some squirrel or rabbit bounding along, because it was so soft, but the animals knew better, and hid in the dense trees and bushes.
Jack raced ahead of Shelly, leading her towards his home. Which is filled with killers. He reminded himself. Maybe he should have thought this through before inviting her to stay with them. Jack hoped that Jeff, Ben, and the others wouldn't completely flip out over him bringing a human into the house. After all, she needed help. He doubted Shelly could defend herself against the other proxy group.
No. Jack thought. She most defiantly would be killed on sight by someone as bloody thirsty as rake, or slender. We have to help her.
Jack glanced back to check on the human. She was fast, but even at Jacks semi relaxed run, she was lagging behind.
She tried not to show it, and put on a tough face whenever jack turn
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 1Ib stared at the painting. It was just a simple portrait, a man in a blue coat holding a blue rose, asleep, and yet...
"Do I know you?" thought Ib as she stared at the painting. The title was "Forgotten Portrait." ... forgotten...
"Wierd..." thought Ib as she continued to stare into the stained canvas. Where had she seen this man before? Had she just seen the painting somewhere before, on TV, or maybe in a book or something? Why couldn't she shake this feeling, this feeling of-
"Ib, darling! Time to go!" the familiar female voice called. "Mom..." thought Ib. She turned to the painting one last time, still trying to grasp and that fragment of a memory, and then turned to go...
He could feel it. She was right there, RIGHT THERE. Ib...sweet little Ib. Her eyes staring at him in wonder...wait, what?! Where was she going? No. NO. not again. Never, NEVER again. Sweet little Ib, you will not leave me again...
Ib went to step forward, but suddenly something covered
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 6Ib stared around the room, and ran for the closest door in a nearby corner. Running into the room, her heart sank: it was a small room with no exit. She bolted to the door, feeling that she had just lost time and was allowing the man catch up with her, somehow.
The portrait man walked casually down the blue-walled hallway, dragging his hand along the wall, smothering the purple text there with streaks of blue paint, seemingly not even aware of the text's existence. Keep running little one, our game isn't over yet...
Ib ran out of the room and bolted to the next door, which was hanging on it's hinges. She kicked it into a more closed position as she turned to run up the stairs in front of her.
"RUN! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND US!" Purple text at the top of the stairs screamed at Ib as the little girl climbed as fast as she could. She could feel the panic rising in her heart, but something deep down inside her was starting to fight back. For some reason, she felt a huge rush of anger in he
NiGHTS: Crystal the beginning- last chapterHELP!!!
I wanted to do some of this in italics but for some reason it's not working anyone know how to get it up here? comment please i really need some parts in italics.
CHAPTER 32/ LAST CHAPTER!
Kyle and Angel slow to a stop as they hear the voices, louder and clearer.
"Shh!" says Kyle to Angel, trying to be quiet as he can, as they both creep slowly and quietly forward.
"Look!" exclaims Angel as she points spotting something, before quickly covering her mouth.
They both freeze expecting something to jump out on them or spot them, but nothing happens. They both relax after a few minutes and Kyle look towards where Angel was pointing to, and is surprised. Beneath them, but a bit further forward, is a dark room with pillars, there is no floor well, it doesn't look like there is. It looks like the pillars are floating as underneath them is darkness, that looks like it can carry on forever.
"Where are we?" whispers Angel being careful.
"I don't know," answers Kyle as he moves forward but
They FailedIn the silent heart of Bellbridge's clock tower, red boots touched stone, and Reala stepped forward. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face, sick on victory as he was, and even emitted a low chuckle as he reached up to stroke his sedated twin's cheek, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. "Soon, NiGHTS... Everything will be as it once was."
"Nnn..." NiGHTS's head lolled, and Reala recoiled a half-step, drawing back his hand as NiGHTS's indigo eyes fluttered, struggling to focus. With hefty effort, he raised his head and, squinting, managed to meet his twin's suspicious, glacial gaze. "Re... Reala..?"
Reala relaxed, allowing his smile to return. "Ah, NiGHTS. How are you feeling?"
"I'm... ugh..." NiGHTS's head fell again as he sought an answer to that very question and struggled to regain his bearings, the slight pulls of his hands sending shutters through the chains, but as soon as he did, all grogginess vanished in the span of a few blinks: His ey
The Lesson"...Get up. Get up! Fight back, you pathetic excuse for a brother!" Trembling, Clawz tried to push himself off the floor. Reala stood over him, eyes gleaming malevolently.
"S...stop, Reala," Clawz gasped, looking up at his older brother. Blood oozed from the gashes Reala had carved into him, and every bone in his body felt broken; Reala had wrought another one of his masterpieces. "...please..."
Reala glared down on him. A look of revulsion made itself apparent; he was obviously disappointed...or was he gloating? Clawz couldn't tell. It's hard to tell, when you're on your knees.
"You dirty piece of garbage!" he hissed, and smashed his boot into Clawz's chest. Clawz was sent flying into the corner of the torture chamber. Dark spots sparkled across his vision, ones that wouldn't die, no matter how frantically he clawed at them. He could hear Reala's brisk footsteps coming closer. Blindly, he tried to tear himself away from the noise, but he felt his brother grabbing a handful of his hair
Creepy Story-type thing?…"N-no…Stop, please!!"
"Don't you see? This is what happens when you disobey me!" The continuous crack of a whip could be heard throughout the corridors. "You worthless piece of garbage! You are to do as you're told!"
"You are expected to obey me at all times, you traitor!"
"I am your creator and master, and I can destroy you as easily as I created you!"
"St-stop the p-pain…Please!!"
"You were created for a purpose, slime! Serve it, or face the wrath of my power…"
"JUST KILL ME!!" The anguished sobs echoed down the hallways. "JUST LET ME DIE!!" The crack of the whip stopped.
"Such clemency on my part shall not reoccur. Make one more mistake, and you shall feel the steely kiss of my whip a thousand-fold harder on your foul skin. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, Lord Wizeman…"
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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