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Happy Birthday Love... For: Hania-chan3 "No." "yes." "No." "yes." Hania and L had been arguing for about an hour now and Russia (me :3) just sat their munching on some sweets she took from L when he wasn't looking. "what are you too even fighting about?" Russia paused her episode of Hetalia and looked at them. She was getting annoyed at the constant yes and no. "He want's to get me something for my birthday but I keep telling him no." Hania looked at Russia and Russia just bit on to another Swedish fish. "I want to because you're my girlfriend and I love you. And according to my calculations you're saying no when really you mean yes." H

His name is Jeff part 2 Jeff x reader "H- Hello?" I asked. It seemed like everything was silent. "Look don't be a creeper just show yourself!" Well I thought at least I was brave. I looked around and everything was the same. Great, I thought it might have been that boy. "Great I'm nuts." I giggled to myself. "No your not." I froze no, no no no. Someone couldn't be their. The voice was husky and came from behind me. Do I turn around? Do I run? God I'm terrified. I slowly turned around to see him. The boy with the never ending smile and the never blinking eyes. He.... he's real. I wasn't dreaming. He's real. We just stared at each other.

His name is Jeff Jeff The Killer x reader I'm used to nightmares, I have them quite often, but lately they started to get strange. I've been having dreams where a boy with pricing eyes is staring at me while I sleep. In some of the dreams he would walk up to me and sit on my bed. Still watching me with never blinking eyes. and a never ending smile. I've been waking up with my window open and an irony smell lingering in my room. I haven't said anything to my mom I don't want her to worry, she likes to keep a tight chain on me scared that I might run off like everyone else in her life. But I've been wondering are these really dreams? Am I in

Read the description below first... has some gore and things to it. I was always a strange child. I just could never seem to fit in not matter where I went. I was labeled creepy, weird, freak.... I didn't care. I never seemed to care. Even when the children that hated me started hurting me. I never did anything, never said a word. You see the reason that the other children thought I was strange is because I have multiple personality disorder. I never was the same Dylan everyone thought they knew, I was always a different person when they talked to me. I was Kevin and Sam, Donny and Carl. Never just Dylan. I could never just be Dylan. My Moth