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All I Have (JeffxJane)Some of you may be thinking, "Hey, I've already seen this fanfic!"
Well, that's because you have. It's been reported to get rid of these nasty trolls that decided to crush my self-esteem in the comments section. Here's a message to all that are thinking about trolling, because I suppose the message in the previous version didn't get past some people's thick skulls. "Please don't be a jerk. If you don't like it, don't read it. Say you read it and didn't like it, be a good person, and instead of being mean to me via comments, don't comment at all. Or if you have the horrible urge to be a troll, troll me via note. I don't want mean messages clogging up my comment section."
And with that said, enjoy my first CreepyPasta fic!
WARNING: Contains slight JanexJeff
Disclaimer: I do not own Jane or Jeff the Killer.
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded throughout the wood floored hall; the only noise audible in the cold,
Jeff X Jane FanFic (INTRO)So I read many Creepy Pastas and JEFF the KILLER is my fav.
I also read some fanfics and just loved the one by Mr.War (http://mr-war.deviantart.com/).
A love story between Jeff the killer and Jane the killer.
I flowered up by re reading the Creepy Pasta and found a few flaws, which I have to admit I don’t have much skill to correct but only to point out.
First, when Jeff was burned and his skin became lathery, I believe his finger tips must have been deformed or completely smoothened. (Which means it won’t be easy to trace him)
Second, when Jeff burned and carved his face, the first people to see his ‘new’ face were his parents and brother, who died the same moment.
Third, since the first story clearly tells us that Jeff’s parents and brother died the night he got home from the hospital, I found this a major flaw in the Story Jane the killer, where she says that Jeff’s family and her own family were murdered at the dinner party.
Since these stories a
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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