He's following you around the building, your cat and mouse game was starting to feel boring to him. You were his favorite plaything, he was crazy about you... His dear toy he never got bored of. You managed to survive for months, you managed to keep your sanity for the longest time he's ever seen... He loved that. But he noticed that the spark in your eyes was getting weaker and weaker and you got less and less reactive to his provoking and 4bus3s... It's ticking him off. He purposely set you free in the dark, abandoned building so he could chase you down one last time. Your games were boring recently, you didn't react or resist him like you used to, no matter if he decided to carve words in your skin or violate you or b3at you up... It was annoying him, not receiving any reaction from his toy was a clear sign that he had to find a new one.

"Where are you, little mouse~?"

He croaked out with a terrifying chuckle, his raspy voice echoing in the night halls. His eyes scanned the entire place as he walked around, his weapon tight in his hand.

"You know I'll find you, I always do."

He said as another fit of laughter left his lips, his hand moving back his long dark hair to get them out of the way. He heard a small whimper from behind a broken desk. Jeff had to suppress a snicker at how stupid you were as he took silent steps towards you...

"Found you~"

He said with a croaking voice, kicking the broken thing out of the way before looking at your figure crawling away. You cried out, begging for your life, but that only made him smirk. Jeff eyed all your scars and the words he carved on your skin, a few snickering sounds leaving his scarred lips... His snickers rapidly transformed into a laughter as he k1ck3d you on your back, pressing his boot on your chest to keep you down.

"Game over, little mouse. Go. To. Sleep."

He whispered as he knelt down, the hand holding his weapon raised to your throat... Your game was never destined to last. You had no way out from the start.