never wake up | jeff the killer

Chapter 1

Welcome to the religious little town of Amphele, tucked away near the outskirts of the infamous forest rumored to house the world's greatest horrors. But you could care less about urban legends, even if they were real. Surrounded by self-righteous elders who swore you were the devil's spawn and your snobbish peers who thought of you to be nothing more than a punching bag, your life seemed to be nothing more than a thick fog full of cruel surprises. However, meeting the white-faced killer was the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to you, and you soon grow fond of his attitude and constant cross demeanor. But as you both grow closer to each other, you realize that there is more to him than his homicidal giddiness and well practiced bladesmanship, and that they are many things hidden deep beneath his permanent smile.

Step into the shoes of Lucille Isabelle, and immerse yourself in your new world now dyed crimson.

Hello! Thank's for poppin' by! Please tell me what you lovely people think of the take of the classic "you-in-the-story" approach and this story as a whole. It's my first! I'm sorry if it's lacking! XD I'll post warnings when there will be smut moments in the story, but the main focus is Jeff.

All in practice, yes? :D Happy reading~

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There are many days you wake up to find yourself questioning if you're really supposed to exist. All you've ever wanted was to feel accepted, not ogled at constantly as if you were a museum display. There was a time when you were proud of your looks, a time when you were only 3 feet tall and full of spunk, and every kid in kindergarten would stare at you in awe, wondering just who exactly the albino girl was.

But those days have long passed.

The children who once admired your long platinum blonde hair and snowy eyes now gawked at you obnoxiously, making obscene gestures as you walked by. Called you a freak of nature. A ghost. A mistake on God's part. Incomplete. Unfinished. Useless. And your previously high self-esteem gradually crumbled into nothing but dust.

Your father thought it would be a good idea to move you and himself to another distant town due to the cheating fiasco your mother stirred. The two of you left the busy city life for the quiet small town a few hours away from your home after your sixteenth birthday. You had hoped that the change in scenery would help, but was sorely disappointed to find that the kids in your new high-school were just as rotten as the ones you left, if not worse. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

However, today was different from the moment you got out of bed.

It was the last class period of the day, listening to the middle-aged man up front drawl on about Southeast Asia. History was always your favorite class, and you consistently took notes from the words on the slide show.

You hear a soft pfft somewhere in the lecture hall and felt a hard jab in the back of your head shortly after. Your pen froze as your body went rigid at the sound of muffled snickering. You resisted the urge to turn and glare daggers at the boys behind you, setting you jaw in the familiar irritated clench. You returned to your studies.

Pfft!

Another one smacked your earlobe right above the tender spot on your new piercing. You wince in pain and lightly rub the silver bar. These boys had better stop their jerking around. Now.

Your teacher suddenly raises a question to the class. Just as you are about to raise your hand, another spit ball nicks the back of your exposed neck. You slam your hand back down on the desk and whirl around in your seat, giving your signature death glare to the boys who were desperately trying to smother their laughter.