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Jeff the killer re-write ideaAs you may know, I'm a big Jeff the killer fan. I'm a fan of the character, not the pasta itself. It has very bad grammar, several problems with realism, and is just not a very good pasta. So I go to thinking: Why not create my own version of the tale? And that's exactly what I did. So here is the basic premise of my re-write of Jeff the killer.
Jeff in this story is an albino. For those who don't know, an albino is a person with white hair, skin so pale it can be considered white, and usually red or blue eyes. His mother is the only one who isn't albino, meaning Jeff and Liu's father is albino as well. In their old neighborhood, Jeff and Liu both were constantly bullied for the way they looked. People called them ugly, disgusting, freaks of nature, etc. And even after they moved, the bullies in the original story (Randy, Keith, and Troy) continued this verbal harassment. The only difference is that they got psychical. His whole life, Jeff's mother and father were always too busy with
Wooden boy ~Thousand Sweep Wiengenlied~ -Gamzee-"I am sorry That I even exist."
The boy who believed he was worthless.
the color of his blood was different, from the other trolls.
At and old tree that stands tall in the woods.
he would kneel down their everyday,
and when he did, he would wish and hope, for a single friend.
It was I who wanted to grant,
the wish of that sorrowful boy.
but in my former state, it would have been,
But then one day, she just Appeared,
A sorceress who had heard my plea.
with help from her, I, a spirit,
was reborn as a mortal.
The world outside of my old home, part of me wonders if I'll get used to it.
And I could not understand, why that boy would never stop shedding his tears.
This new world I've come to meet, has a peace so constant it's' becoming old.
It may help if you'd explain, why you are always in such painful state.
Two trolls who are vastly different from each other,
Are finally able to meet face to face.
Let this vow that I've made for him, travel to the very end of time,
even if it
Sick day -V for Vendetta oneshot-"Piece of junk!" Evangeline angrily kicked the large log with her boot-covered foot, a scowl present on the girl's face. Daddy had instructed her to help him carry firewood from the forest to the Shadow Gallery before her mother arrived at their abode. Her father had told her to only carry logs she believed she could carry, which in her case were all the long there were. But in reality, she could only carry sticks without her arms instantly giving out. The moment they'd arrived, Evangeline ran off to collect the biggest log there was. Yes, she had started off with a pile of sticks, but the child knew she could do much more. She would heave that log into her tiny arms and show her father what a strong little lass she was. Oh, how proud he would be of his little Evangeline. That was the image she had when she attempted to lift it up. But the large chunk of wood would not budge a bit. After a moment of angry pouting, she figured that perhaps she was doing something wrong. The girl knelt d
Equius: Madness Returns -Chapter 2-
No one paid mind to the blue blood as he darted through the alleyways. No one took notice of him at all, far too preoccupied on whatever it was they were doing. The same went for Equius himself, for he was too busy chasing after a stray cat. It wasn't too long after when the cat lead him to a large, abandoned space. There was not a single thing in sight, save for a few boxes. Not even the meowbeast was there, seemingly having disappeared. Equius raised a confused brow, "Where could it have gone?" he asked himself, glancing about to see if perhaps it was hiding. He knew from his wrigglerhood that meowbeasts were very good at hiding. His old friend proved that as well.
And that was when he heard it. A mix of a gargling and chocking noise. For a moment, he mistook it for someone being mugged in a nearby alley. It wouldn’t have been uncommon for this town. Part of him wished that was what it had been. But alas, it was not. It sounded as though it was coming from behind him. The troll
Equius: Madness Returns -Chapter 1-
One thing Equius despised deeply about this town was the people. They all treated him like an outcast, no surprise really. They all pretended to take no notice of him, but he heard them all whispering whenever he walked by or got too close. Over time he had learned to not be offended by such statements. Or at least he tried not to be. It proved difficult at times.
As he walked further into the city, the smell of smoke and whiskey was replaced with the smell of animal fat. The butcher must have been busy. Equius gagged and covered his mouth and nose with his arm. Couldn't he do that inside? Why cause these streets to smell worse than they already did? Some trolls just didn't have any common sense. It wasn't like he couldn't afford a building, people purchased meat everyday. Actually, he wondered that about many of the residents here. There were no inside shops, only outside. He supposed they just preferred it that way and sadly he could do nothing about it.
The pharmacy was
Crazy Night -Homestuck Version-Everlasting devotion cries out as the curtains raise;
Can we see how loud it can grow?
The crowd is hushed, and the lights dim;
At the count of three, the show is underway!
My spotlight follows me to the doorway...
Butler: "D--> We are delighted .." Maid: ":33< To have you at our manor! ♪"
Master: "hAvE yOu GoNe AsTrAy?" Mistress: "aND IT'S WELL PAST,,,"
Doll Boy: "IIt would be quiite rude.." Doll Girl: "T0 send y0u 0ut in the dark.."
All: "D--> pLEASE sTaY a niight 0r Two! X33"
Lady: "Seeing As The Lovely Star Has Arrived..."
All: "The show can start!"
Butler: "D--> She shall-" Villager: "And they shall!" Maid: :33< And who now? ♪"
We've caused such a fuss...
D--> The Crazy nighT sha11 forever last! Up to the sky the curtains go!
Sober!Gamzee X AnyGender!Troll!ReaderYou didn’t suspect it. He didn’t ask for it, so you never knew. Now you were terrified, your mind screaming at you. You can hear the honks, loud, then soft. Your bloodpumper jumped at every honk you heard. “(Name)!” He yelled. His voice was dry, and cracked, but very high and giggly, like a child’s. You cut down an alleyway, throwing yourself at the fence and scrambling up the damned thing, losing your shoes and your weapon, which was a fold up axe umbrella. You swear, and then land heavily on the other side of the fence, your ankles screaming with protest. “We’re not playin’ motherfucking hide and seek, [Name]!” He yelled. He’s close; you can hear his juggling clubs scrape against the ground and his steps. You dive into the nearest trash deposit, landing on something squishy. Whatever it was, the liquid drips on your arm and seeps into your clothing. You almost scream with disgust. But a sudden honk makes you jump and burrow
Degreaser What happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser? That question had been lingering in your mind ever since you had helped Karkat clean his hive and today was the day you would finally have your answer. Taking your spray bottle in hand you go in search of a certain greaser friend of yours.
~Be the reader. Do It!~
"Target sighted." you think excitedly as you approach Cronus. "Hey Cro wait up!" you call, effectively drawing his attention.
"Yo ___ vwat's up?"
"I have a question for you."
"So you've finally decided you vwant some of this," He grins gesturing to himself.
"No," you laugh "I was wondering what happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser." you pull out your bottle and spray him full in the chest...You waited for something to happen...
"Vwat the fuck vwas that?!" he asked shocked "ya know what, never mind he said turning to leave. You notice a thin
Deadlox x Reader Part 1 (?)A/N Hey, this is my first fanfiction and I'm new here, so keep that in mind when you read this. Feedback, whether good or bad, is appreciated. Just don't hate. *gives a cookie*
You trudge through the snow, every step sinking a block, making it hard to walk. The freezing wind bites at your bare hands, and your fingers grow numb. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your (f/c) hoodie. Most of the clothes you own you're wearing at the moment, which isn't a lot: 2 T-shirts, 2 hoodies, and a pair of torn jeans. Despite the pathetic attempt to stay warm, your teeth chatter and you're shaking uncontrollably.
The whirling snow flurries in the wind make it hard to see, and you stumble over something and nearly fall. Your legs scream in protest as you struggle on, leaning into the wind. You stumble again and fall this time, sinking into the cold, soft snow. Your tired mind screams at you to get up, but your body stays still. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you remember is
Wie bitte? (Tutor!GermanyxStudent!Reader) Ch. 9The tour of Marburg with your new group had gone well enough, though, like the way to your house, many of the places you went to involved climbing hills or going up stairs. And you understood everything, but that was because the tour was given in English. Group leader Gilbert had intended for everyone to go back to the Mensa, but those plans soon changed.
On the way back, you noticed an interesting-looking building on the street. The place was clearly old, with what looked to be hand-blown glass windows and a traditional brown and white facade. Above the door, a sign read “Sudhaus.” Well, the name doesn’t really mean much of anything to me… Peering through a window in the front door, you found that you couldn’t immediately tell what lay within the place.
“What is this place?” you decided to ask Gilbert, who took one look at the building and began to laugh (What an annoying laugh! you thought).
“I see you have good ta
La verdad-Permarie 1Me siento responsable por lo que le paso, si tan solo no hubiera permitido, que fuera con él; sabía que no tenía buenas intenciones. Permarie, que no te das cuenta, lo que sientes por él puede ser o no ser amor, lo único que sé es que no importa lo que trate de hacer tu lo sigues a él, me pregunto si algún día te eh de interesar, que me dejes de ver como tu mejor amigo, pero me da miedo; pero quiero intentarlo. Aunque aún me tengas en shock, no me pueden quitar esta sensación de que nadie en este planeta te merece, eres realmente inocente, me hierve la sangre y me dan ganas de llorar por que lo tuviste que pasar en aquel día…
Era una mañana de noviembre, era bastante fría; yo traía una bufanda azul muy larga, en estos días nunca me la quito, realmente me encanta traerla. Caminaba a casa de mi mejor amiga, que como quisiera que fuera más que eso; llegue a su c
Oc's interview - Marcela
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------* Reportage's music: active mode * XD
Angelina: Hi all again! Welcome to another edition of: "Oc's Interview"! Where we inquired about the secrets of a character! This time we have a very mysterious wolf, her nickname is "The Night Princess", with you: Marcela!
Suddenly a ray goes from nowhere and destroys the tape where the music sounded and then Marcela comes with a finger smoking...
Angelina: Wow! D:
Marcela: Okay! Finish this quick, I have three things to do ¬¬ And do not play that music, it irritates me.
Angelina: Well, who would say, Marcela, you are very different that Fairyfoo! You are... :T
Marcela: More sexy and mature than her? Yes, that's obvious, that girl looks like a 5 year old! XD Anyway... Quick with the questions... I have to go to kidnap a little boy named Timmy! >:3
Angelina: Well, uh ... O_O? You kidnap Children?
Marcela: No, only o
Silence CHPT 1It was yet another hot day in Burbank, California. The sidewalk was sizzling. On one corner of the street you could see three furry creatures, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot, humoring themselves by frying actual eggs on it. On the other side of the street was a mime, who was panting like a dog.
But not everything was all pretty and happy, for every sunny day there is a dark cloud.
A man with a black hoodie glared angrily at the giggling Warners from a secret door by a tree. This man is GB, a mysterious guy who hates the WB studios. Nobody knows why he hates them. But he does. He hates every single WB employee, and he REALLY hates the Animaniacs cast. What a sourpuss.
Keep this man in mind, he’s important. Because this is how the story begins
“Aaaaaaaargh! I hate this stupid day!” GB hollered, pounding the table. His assistant, Janet Kluff, a beautiful cat toon who has black fur and short shiny blue hair, flinched at the sound. GB glared around his gloomy room, i
Entrevista a un Oc - Marcela
Entrevista a un Oc!!!
*Músiquita de reportaje modo activo XD*
Angelina: ¡Hola a todos de nuevo! ¡Bienvenidos a una edición más de: Entrevista a un Oc! En donde nosotros indagamos por los secretos de un personaje! En esta ocasión tenemos a una lobita muy misteriosa, su alias es "Princesa de la noche", con ustedes: Marcela!
De repente sale un rayo de la nada y destruye la cinta en donde sonaba la música de reportaje y entonces viene Marcela con uno de sus dedos humeando...
Angelina: ¡Wow! D:
Marcela: Terminemos con esto rápido, tengo cosas que hacer ¬3¬ Y no pongas esa música, me irrita.
Angelina: ¡Bueno, quién lo diría, Marcela eres muy diferente a Fairyfoo! Eres... :T
Marcela: ¿Más sexy y madura que ella? ¡Sí, eso es obvio, esa chica parece una niñ
Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~ -Homestuck version-A banished angel, wwho wwas cast from Paradise,
wwho had givven his body to a corrupted promise.
And despite the fact that he had once been in lovve,
that had long since been ended, by his owwn rebellious hand.
The butchered angel, who had lost his purity,
Sadly travveled the streets, wwhich wwere bathed in sunset.
And wwhilst he wwalked, he met a young princess.
Wwho's shimmering eyes sparkled in the light.
And from the moment she made contact wwith his hand,
the naughty angel kneww that he wwas in lovve.
The forbidden feelings greww stronger each day,
and because of this, he opened the ghastly box.
In one hand he held the forbidden fruit,
wwhich wwas hidden from her, by his gentle smile.
To alloww the unpandorable lovve of angel and troll,
he wwould havve to take out evverything.
Because this useless heart has wwithered awway,
I wwish for our lovve to blossom blissfully,
so please alloww me to rip off these cursed wwings,
and submit myself to the hands of the Beast.
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