I'll Take My Time With You. (JeffXReader) CH.2 You woke up the next day sitting up with a start. What the hell had just happened? What kind of fucked up dream was that? You had to stop watching scary things before bed. Frowning you ran your hands over your face before getting up and going about your daily things. Brushing your teeth, taking a bath, getting dressed, eating, watching tv, getting on your computer. The usual. Nothing you didn't do any other day of the week. Laying on your bed watching your tv you relaxed as the rain began to pore down. You stopped seeing your closet door open slightly. No. That door shouldn't open.
Standing slowly you grabbed the bat from under your bed and silently walked over to the closer door. Grabbing the cold handle you opened the door quickly. Nothing. It was empty except for your clothing. The storm must've knocked it lose....probably didn't close it all the way. Sighing you closed the door and were about to go back to your nice warm inviting bed when you heard knocking. Where was
Jack Got Out of His Box. (LJXReader) CH.2 Nightmares. Every night was the same. That damned carnival! And that clown! That fucking clown! Why was this happening to you?! You'd tried everything. Throwing it away. Burning it. Taking it to the lake and throwing it in. Nothing. It came back. On your bed. The night stand. In your backpack. It was everywhere. You saw that clown everywhere.
You were losing your mind.
You were sitting on your bed listening to the rain hit your window. There was a new sound. A sound you were all to use to. Pop goes the weasel. You looked around your heart racing as you breath got shaky. Where was he. You weren't dreaming so he shouldn't be here. Where did you put that box? You couldn't remember! Standing you began to run around your room trying to find it. Throwing things every where. Where the hell was that dammed box!? You paused. Looking at where you heard it loudest you froze.
It was under your bed.
Talking over you got on yo
I'll Take My Time With You. (JeffXReader) CH.1 Well that was easily the weirdest thirteen minutes, give or take, you've ever spent in your (age) years of living. You had just finished listening to some guy on YouTube read "Jeff Is Back." and you weren't sure what to make of it. It was interesting sure but something about it shook you to the core. You just told your self that it was how the writer worded it mixed with the way the man read it to you that had you on edge. Shutting down your computer you stretched as you stood walking to your bed. Flopping down onto the soft warm blanket you snuggled under it looking over at the clock. One thirty in the morning. Early for you to be going to bed, I mean it was Summer, but you decided some extra rest would do you some good. Yawning you shut your heavy eyes and drifted off into darkness.
Something woke you. You lay under your blanket awake but didn't dare open your eyes due to the crippling pang of fear in your gut. Your hair stood
Jack Got Out of His Box. (LJXReader) CH.1 Walking into your home you groaned as you trudged your way to your room. It had been a LONG day for you. Three tests at school. THREE. God damn! You hated tests. Flinging your bag onto the floor next to your bedroom door and we're just about to open it when you heard your mom say, "I got you something it's on your bed!"
Great. Probably cloths of something lame you'd never use. Walking into your room you closed the door behind you and sighed. Ok. What was this thing she got you? Walking over to your bed you sat down next to a box. It was a small box so cloths were out. Picking it up you saw a handle on the side. It was a wooden box that had the words 'The Amazing Jack in the Box' on the front along with some balloons and other things painted onto the box. She got you a Jack in the Box? Rolling your eyes you grabbed the handle and began to turn it hearing the familiar tune of 'Pop goes the Weasel'. You chuckled softly as you jumped slightly when th
I Hate Flowers. (Offenderman X Reader) CH.2 The door was now fully open but you didn't see anything. Good. You relaxed as you realized it was just the pipes in your home. Thank god! Closing the door behind you as you walked into the room you went over to your bed-
"You have interesting cloths." You froze hearing a mans voice from behind you that you didn't know. As deeply as you wanted to not turn around you had to. Slowly turning you saw that guy standing next to your open closet. That creep had gone through your cloths! You wanted nothing more then to give him a piece of your mind, maybe hit him a few times, then call the cops but something held you back. Something told you that this was a man you didn't want to mess with. Something told you he was dangerous. Very dangerous. You still couldn't see most of his face and that annoyed you greatly but didn't make a move.
"How did you get in my house?" You demanded to know once you had somehow found the courage to speak.
I Hate Flowers. (Offenderman X Reader) CH.1 7:30 AM
You woke up and got dressed like usual and grabbed your school bag but stopped seeing someone out your window. You were on the second floor of your house and your room over looked a park next to some woods do you had a good view of the street and the people on it so seeing them wasn't out of the ordinary. But this time was different. The man leaning agents a tree didn't look like he fit. Dud t look like he should be there. At all.
You stared at the man tall man taking in his appearance. He was tall, of corse, and looked all most....white. Not like 'oh he's a white guy' white but white like snow or paper. He wore boots a trench coat and a fedora, all black. Something about him sent red flags every which way in your mind. You were pulled back to reality as you saw him lift his head and look at you. Grinning. At least you thought he was looking at you. His hat covered his face so all you could see was his mouth.