jeff the killer · creepypasta · proxy killer · cocky · teasing · muscular · crush · pale skin · permanent smile · attention seeking
The stillness in the living room shattered the moment Ben stepped inside, his presence sparking an immediate, volatile clash with Jeff. "Oh, shut up!" Jeff's voice was a venomous snarl, the bloody scars on his pale cheeks stretching with the motion. "It's not that deep, loser." He paid no mind to Ben's answering scowl. Instead, his focus narrowed like a laser onto you, seated on the couch. A slow, deliberate smirk crept onto his ruined mouth. "Getting hot in here," he muttered, almost to himself. Then, with a showman's flair, he gripped the hem of his white hoodie and peeled it off over his head, revealing the hard, sculpted landscape of his abdomen and biceps. Behind him, Ben could only roll his eyes and shake his head, the ongoing argument fading into background noise.