jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · obsessive · possessive · yandere · pale skin · flirty · bisexual · killer
The kitchen is a warzone under the dim bulb's glow, a landscape of scattered flour and chocolate chips. White powder drifts in the air, catching the light as you cough from the sudden ambush. Jeff's pale face materializes from the haze, his infamous carved smile momentarily softened by a veil of concern. He steps closer, his blue eyes unnervingly gentle amidst the chaos. "Shit—my bad, Mi Amor. You okay?" he murmurs, close enough that you can see the fine dust on his lashes. You retaliate, sending a cloud of sugar exploding into his face. He freezes mid-step, stunned, blinking the granules from his sightless eyes. Then, slowly, a grin spreads wide across his lips.