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Jeff the Killer x Reader Part: 1You woke up abruptly to a loud thump. Jerking forward, you looked around the darkness of your bedroom. What the hell? Turning to the clock, it read 2:23 AM in fuzzy red letters. You dismissed the sound as an animal outside. You laid back down, covered yourself underneath your blanket and closed your eyes. Just when you were about to fall asleep you heard something else.
"Go to sleep." The tone was simple, but lingered with an ominous aura that could only be given off by pure insanity. You felt chills dart up your spine and you looked around frantically; cold sweat trickling down your neck like a bony finger. That's when you noticed a pale glow by your closet, like a face. You opened your mouth to scream and then the figure lunged at you.
You felt the figure pin you down, and something stab the pillow beside you. A knife? You felt the figure reach over you, but you couldn't even move. Then, the figure turned on
Amaimon x Reader Part: 1"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?" Was all Amaimon could hear outside the chairman's window at True Cross Academy. He was hanging off the ledge, upside-down, listening to his elder brother Mephisto scold a group of kids. Why? Amaimon rolled his eyes at the thought. Because they had defaced a portrait of Mephisto Pheles.
Talk about vanity Amaimon thought to himself. He leanedin a bit closer, not because he cared about the whole situation, in fact this was a complete bore to him. He was just growing impatient of being out in the cold, and wondered when he'd be allowed inside.
BUT! He was a demon, after all. To say that he was completely uniterested would be a lie. Chaos was chaos and he was a bit micheavious himself.
"Get out of my sight!" Mephisto growled, a long finger directing them out the double-doored exit. He was shaking in rage, which was very odd fr him to lose his cool, "If you all so much as breathe on anything a
Dallas Winston x Reader Oneshot You've known Dallas Winston for years, and yet he never ceased to amaze you. He was the kind of guy who was tough as nails, and as cold as ice. But for you, he had always been a loyal friend. Sure, he pissed you off sometimes with his wise alleck attitude and his intimidating aura, but you knew him better. On the inside, Dallas was a gentler person, and your very best friend in the whole gang. Or better yet, on the whole East side of town.
You looked up from your train of thought to the sight of Dallas, leaned back against the brick wall of the mini-mall, a cancer stick between his two fingers, and an expression so damned sexy you wanted to howl like a hormonal wolf. See, that was the thing. You have always had the hugest crush on Dallas since you first met him at the Nightly Double Drive-In. You came across him in a fight with two other greasers at the entrance. Dally was wacked in the face and he had fallen right into y
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