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- Nov 19
- Deviant for 11 years
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No, DON'T thank me for the watch, points, or favorite. It's unneeded. Learn to read, goddammit.
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| : HEALTH : |
Perfectly Healthy | Healthy | Okay | So-So | Sick | Hurt | Injured | Recovering | Critically Wounded | Mortally Wounded | Hospitalized | Dead | Ghost |
| : MENTALITY : |
Perfectly Fine | Fine | Getting Better | Getting Worse | Depression | Wavering | Uncontrollable Bouts Of Rage | Manic | Split Personality | Losing It | Lost It | Insane | Psychotic | Schizophrenia | Seeing Things | Intense Paranoia | Moderate Paranoia | Delusional | Lost Touch With Reality | Amnesia | Re-living Traumatic Event | Unknown |
| : MOOD : |
Isolated | Sleepy | Regretful | Murderous | Uncomfortable | Love struck | Homicidal | Neutral | Mixed Feelings | Silent | Deified | Distrust | Dread | Fear | Hostility | Jealousy | Lonely | Shy | Suffering | Jumpy | Anxious | Frightened | Paranoid | Deathly Afraid | Sadistic | Confusion | Blood Thirsty |
No, DON'T thank me for the watch, points, or favorite. It's unneeded. Learn to read, goddammit.
| : Webcam by
: || : Icon is copyrighted to it's artist : |
moderator;
other creepypasta accounts;
muse; 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
speed; Slow
ic;
Let's all die NOW.
ooc;
I don't know why, but I have some sort of urge to crack skulls open.
| : HEALTH : |Perfectly Healthy | Healthy | Okay | So-So | Sick | Hurt | Injured | Recovering | Critically Wounded | Mortally Wounded | Hospitalized | Dead | Ghost |
| : MENTALITY : |
Perfectly Fine | Fine | Getting Better | Getting Worse | Depression | Wavering | Uncontrollable Bouts Of Rage | Manic | Split Personality | Losing It | Lost It | Insane | Psychotic | Schizophrenia | Seeing Things | Intense Paranoia | Moderate Paranoia | Delusional | Lost Touch With Reality | Amnesia | Re-living Traumatic Event | Unknown |
| : MOOD : |
Isolated | Sleepy | Regretful | Murderous | Uncomfortable | Love struck | Homicidal | Neutral | Mixed Feelings | Silent | Deified | Distrust | Dread | Fear | Hostility | Jealousy | Lonely | Shy | Suffering | Jumpy | Anxious | Frightened | Paranoid | Deathly Afraid | Sadistic | Confusion | Blood Thirsty |
[ jeff | male | 17 | heterosexual | serial killer ]
[ blue eyes | black hair | 5'7 | 113 lb ]
[ psychopathic | easily angered | sadistic | homicidal ]
"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.
"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."
"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"
"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.
"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"
"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."
"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."
Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.
"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.
Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.
Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.
"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.
"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?
"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.
"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.
His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.
"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."
"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.
"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."
"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"
"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.
"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"
"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."
"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."
Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.
"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.
Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.
Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.
"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.
"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?
"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.
"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.
His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.
"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."
{{I'm sick and tired of this. //rant//
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I hate being told that I act exactly like my brother, that I type the same way as him, and just about everything else. Do I really capitalize my letters after I add periods, like my brother does (example from his main: "Take my hand and risk your neck, Show you the steps of the dance of death.")? No, yet I get the same "YOU TYPE THE SAME WAY AS YOUR BROTHER" crap. Do these types of people need new fucking eyes? I fucking despise these types of people, who go out of their way to make falsities about people they don't fucking know. This has happened too many fucking times, and I can't just simply "get over it" like I did in the past. This make
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{{Going to re-adapt some things to...
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... make it seem more of an IC Jeff. Got anywhere you want your character to be with the Relationships?
... No, love and crush are not to be reserved.
<<everyone who hasn't been determined yet will be put at neutral>>}}
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{{Fuck the vacation.}}
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((happy birthdayyyyyy))
hi Jeff!
jeff the sexy anime teenage kilelr
I don't mean to sound rude, but did any of you read the message Ideal-Separation put on here? That was from the admin of the account, who I am as well.
This account is, unfortunately, dead.
This account is, unfortunately, dead.
"Hi."