In love with a murderer
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Thread Topic: In love with a murderer
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So yeah... One of the Creepypasta's fall in love with a mortal... simple but we can make it work i suppose. :D
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Ok
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So, which CP?
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Should I be the CP? Cuz idk really...
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Yes.
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Hmmmm......
Jeff the Killer it is. -
Yus. I'll make my character then.
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Name: Nyla Green
Age: 15
Looks: Long black hair, bright green eyes, slim body, perfect feautures. One scar on her cheek from her abusive father.
Likes: Horror, steak,the woods, knives and nighttime.
Dislikes: bullies, fish, and the daytime.
Persona: Like Jeff's just she is sane. -
We know Jeff XD
You start, hottie -
Music could be heard in Nyla's room window. The slim black haired girl danced around her small room singing to the tune of the music while singing along.
"Nyla!" Came her father's voice from the bottom of the stairs.
The girl stopped dancing, tripping over a book which made her fall onto her small bead, her head resting by her black and red pillow.
"Y-yes, dad?" Nyla asked loud enough for the old man to hear.
"Time to get ready for bed!"
"Oh, o-okay..." Nyla sat up and then her thoughts were filled on what to wear to bed. -
Jeff wandered the woods, his latge yellow smile shining. He wad covered in blood, from the man he had murdered. His white hoodie had blood stains from a lot of murderd. He stared at his knife
(Gtg love you) -
Nyla strided over to her closet and flung open her closet door, staring at her choices.
"Hmm...."
Moments passed and she grabbed a blue hoodie and black pajama pants with skull pockets and began putting them on. Starting by taking off her shirt. -
Jeff walked up to a girl's house. He looked into a window and saw a girl undressing. He laughed then walked away from the window.
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As Nyla took off her pants, she saw someone- no-... something... a male outside her window looking up for a moment.
"HEY!" Nyla screeched quickly hiding behind her closet door.
Moments passed and she peeked out the window.
"He's gone..." Nyla exclaimed giving off a sigh of relief as she slipped on her blue hoodie. -
Jeff walked in the house. His knife held high
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