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Only twelve ? Part 1
Creepypasta x A lil bit chubby!With Pimpels!Reader

It's my first reader insert , so don't judge
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No Ones P.O.V

It was night and you were in your room and was only in black panties ,sky blue lacoste and black kneesocks. You were reading creepypasta articles. You were kinda new in this , let's say "fandom". You loved reading them , and you dreamed about them. God how you wanted them to be real. You could ask them so many things , know their personality.
The one you really wanted to meet was Jane , you adored her. She was so beautiful , you wish you were her but oh well... You had pimples and were a bit chubby wearing braces but you still were really beautiful 12 year old girl. You were tall and that made you feel bad.

Your classmates were always bullying you because of that and the pimples, because of the pimples they called you troll and shit , judging your taste of movies and music. You actually had really good taste of these things and you were smart for a 12 year old.

It was now 0:00 AM and you were sleepy.
Turning off the lights and going to bed you closed your eyes and you were fast asleep. 3:15 AM you woke up feeling cold and to see that your window was open. It's creepy because you had many things in the way and it was really hard to open the window. And you don't remember opening it.... ' No ____ , Jeff ain't real. Don't be scared , just close the window' you thought to yourself.

You closed the window and sat on your computer. Set on music , one of your new favorite ones ' Jive Babe by Mikhael Paskalev' god you loved him. You started singing
" You gotta jive babe, come on and try babe drive it back and forth , you look so good I wouldn't lie"

You heard something moving in your closet and stopped singing. Ohohoho no , you have read enough reader inserts to know where this is going , but you forgot one thing. Creepypasta ain't real you lil stupid shit. You pulled out your plastic machete from under your bed ( yeah you have a plastic machete don't ask keep reading ) and got to the closet you slowly opened the door and screamed in horror. There was him... Jeff. Jeff The Killer.