Jane WILL BE MINE. She WILL BE, YOU HEAR ME?! NOBODY'LL TAKE MY SWEET BALL OF BOOBS FROM ME! And anyone that gets in my way will watch as I bathe in their blood and rip out their hearts AND EAT IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM!
She will love me. BECAUSE, she has NO choice.
I guess that make me a yandere, but do I give two shits?
NO.
Cuz I'm JEFF The FUCKING KILLER, and she WILL LOVE ME.
DON'T TELL ME TO FUCKING LISTEN TO MY OWN FUCKING SELF SHE'LL LOVE ME!
SHE HAS TO!
WHO FUCKING CARES IF SHE WANTS TO KILL ME, she's MINE!
I'll kill EVERY GUY on this MISERABLE BALL OF ROCK if I have to.
She'll be mine ahahahahaha oh yes soon sempai ahahahahahaha SOON AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Jeff put down his pencil and stared at what he'd written. Yeah, this seemed about right. Picking up the lighter next to his paper, he lit the paper on fire, it's sparks catching easily on the alcohol strewn desk. As he climbed out the window, it seemed fitting that the flames of his love ate his house alive.
Eventually, eventually, Jane WOULD love him.
She HAD TO.
He would hack and slash and fight his way into her cold heart chest and MAKE HER HIS.
He was yandere.
Who the fuck cared.
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Jeff the Yandere
FanfictionWhat if Jeff was a yandere? What if he was determined to make sempai Jane his? What would happen then? I will most likely NEVER CONTINUE this story, but if I do, it's gonna be good, man. Probably. I have no guarantees but hey, I'll try.
