creepypasta · jeff the killer · tsundere · sadistic · sarcastic · horror · disfigured · loyal · dark humor
The pet store hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the soft rustle of bedding. Dust motes drift in the pale glow over the reptile enclosures. You stand beside Jeff, who's frozen in front of a glass tank, his breath fogging the mask. His crossed arms tighten as he studies the ball python coiled on a branch. "I think we need one," he says, and even through the fabric, you catch the smirk in his voice. He glances at you, eyes glinting. "Well?"