Frances-64-comics

(Reader's POV) I close my eyes at how breathtaking this feels. Not good breathtaking. Abnormally fast. That's how fast he is. "Jeff what the hell?!!" "Relax."Jeff says. "How exactly is that possible?!!" "Can you shut up for once?!!"he says angrily. That makes me shut up. Its so not fair. He takes me away from my home. My family. My life. And threatens to kill me. Without telling the real reason for taking me. He should at least show me some sort of decency. I hate him already. It feels like a minute when he puts me down and I open my eyes. I see us standing in front of a really pretty house. There's no way its his house. I can give 1000 reaso

         Silence reigned as Hoody stood inside the abandoned church, leaning against the artificial wall on the side of the altar used to hide the door leading to the small neighboring chapel. His eyes were closed, fingering a thick marker in his pocket.         Knock, knock.         His eyes popped open at the sound of knuckles rapping on a plaster wall two times. Soft footsteps padded out of the room, and only when he heard the creak of the chamber’s giant doors swinging shut did he finally depart his hiding spot. Dust covered nearly everything in the chamber, from the pews to the table on the altar. He headed straight for the pew

All Seeing P.O.V    It's been three months since (Your Name) showed up at the house of killers. To her shock she enjoyed being there. She was able to come and understand most of the killers better, but one was still a mystery. Jeff was the only one who (YN) still couldn't understand.    She tried asking all the others, but even they didn't know. Jeff was also trying to figure things out. What these new emotions were and why he felt the need to be by (YN)'s side at all times. He was locked in a mental war with himself.    Jeff began to seclude himself from everything. He would lock himself in his room for days. The only time he would come o

Jeff's P.O.V.    I layed (Your Name)'s body on the extra bed. I had no idea she could last that long against someone like Jack. Even if I did hate the guy I had to admit he was one hell of a killer.    I watched as (YN) struggled to breath. Every breath she took a little more blood would gush out of her wound. Smile walked to my side and looked up at me. "What is it Smile?"    "You should really stop her bleeding."    "Why should I? I was going to kill her anyway so why save her now?"    Smile gave me the look of I-know-what-you're-really-thinking. I gave an annoyed sigh. "I was under the impression that you were going to train her to be

[Eyeless Jack x Violinist!Female!Reader] " Lock the doors Cause I'd like to capture this voice That came to me tonight "  You had first seen him in the park where you used to frequent a lot. Located near the town's plaza, you had been playing that cold morning your violin, entertaining those who bothered to bat an eyelash at your young form, standing on top of a small wooden platform you had made, just besides it your violin case open for any generous donations. Fingers dancing across each string as they bounced with each swift movement of your bow as it moved from string to string, vibrating, making the music come out. You had l

He loathes this so much. Theres a sound of shuffling backwards that reaches his ears as the victim in front of him cowers in the dark corner of her living room, a blood trail that followed her originating from the wound of her side, she clutches to it with hope of the police arriving in time, she'd like to believe it. However, the broken cord (sliced clean) hangs from the side of the table and the phone lays on the floor, imprints of her bloody hands of it. Jack takes another step forward and the woman whimpers, sobbing as she looks around frantically, not leaving her gaze on Jack for too long in case he decides to end her life right now, fo