this is an upcoming project thats based on the creepypasta character named jeff the killer
rules
1 good quality mic
2 no background noises
3 do the best impression on the characters
The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise |
Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by. |
Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff. |
Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? |
Listen here you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else. |
*add any random quote* |
“Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat |
I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.”. “And he’s Troy. |
“And I,” , “am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, |
“Son,” ” We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?” |
“Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy… |
Hello,” “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son.” |
We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we’re going to that party, and that’s final. |