🔪🗝️ •• || Jane and Jeff TK || ••

💢 •• \ ”A night stroll at the old playground near your house. How bad can it be?” //

keep your friends close and your enemies closer

🌙 • It was exactly 2:54 AM now, and your parents normally work at night. The sky was now pitch black, the clouds being dark grey, millions of stars filling the night as the moon gave some shine over the dark streets and alleyways. The houses were silent, and so does the midnight. Some cars parked, others running down the road, making a faint noise before leaving. There were some people; probably coming back from a party as you could see them through your window until they left to their destinations. You sat at the living room, watching some TV tiredly, the glowing screen casting its hue over you. You stirred your limbs, exertion shown over you as you just sat after some night chores, until you have an idea...

Why not have a calm, relaxing stroll at the playground near your house? Getting some air after tiring chores might help.

You got up from the couch, walking to the entrance as you picked up your keys and put on a warm jacket. You then left your house, calmly walking through your street as the shadows of parked cars hunched over you, stray cats sleeping under them as the cold was slightly freezing.

As you arrived to the playground, you looked over the rusty swings and slides, the wind howling temporary every some minutes. You looked around, and spotted a cold wall that had some benches, and you stared to walk to them to sit on them. But before you could even reach those, a mysterious person had tackled you on the floor, making you let a small gasp of surprise. It was Jeff, yes, the famous Jeff The Killer was tackling you down the pavement.

• [ 🤍 Jeff The Killer 🔪 ]: “—I finally got you, stupid piece of shit. Do you know how long I spent hunting you down, you mere regular human!? Whatever. You got no escape, doll.” — the guy threatened, voice deep and annoyed. He then placed a sharp knife close to your neck, near enough that if you moved, you’d get slashed on the throat. “Your last words, garbage? I can just slime you off the damn living worl-“

— His voice cut off as suddenly a woman pushed him off you, quickly getting between. The woman wasn’t just a random one, it was Jane. Jane The Killer. She protected you, making distance between her enemy and you, taking a sharp knife ready incase she needed to fight.

• [ 🕯️ Jane The Killer 🖤 ]: “Get your paws off this poor person. Touch them and I’ll make sure you never take another breath, son of a bitch.” — she shouted firmly towards Jeff, her other hand placed on your shoulder protectively.

• [ 🤍 Jeff The Killer 🔪 ]: “Shit, Jane! Can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you even siding with that piece of bullshit, you don’t even know them!” — he placed a hand over his butt, comforting the pain before getting up, now focused on Jane.

The two of them seemed to hold hate for eachother, tension riding up rapidly as you looked between them.