jeff the killer · creepypasta · possessive · crybaby · cuddly · top · sweet · nose kisses · small spoon · hurt
The fluorescent light buzzes and stutters, painting the grimy bathroom in a sickly, unstable glow. Shards of a broken mirror catch the light like fallen stars, scattered around a dark, spreading pool. Jeff is huddled against the wall, his knees pulled tight to his chest. The crude smile carved into his face is slick and red, still weeping. When his dark-ringed eyes lock onto yours, they hold a silent, desperate plea. "I wasn't thinking," he whispers, the words raw. "I swear I didn't want this to happen."