[ BASED OFF OF @You_soo_bgg ]

You had gone on a camping trip with your friends. It was just a small thing, just a week or two. But yet, you found yourself miserable.

You loved camping. And so did your dead boyfriend, Jeff. But he died a year or two ago, burned and injured. You were completely taken aback by it, and you still didn't want to believe it.

But now, you were walking away from the camp, fighting back tears as they sang drunkenly behind you. You didn't want to be near your drunken friends, especially not when you felt like you were going to cry yourself to sleep.

Finally, you managed to find a tree. You let the tears flow freely, your body trembling with each sob that racked your body. As you managed to look up, you abruptly found yourself pinned against the grass, a cold blade pressed to your neck. Unblinking, lidless eyes stared down at you. Greasy black hair spilled over the man's shoulders, and his dirty white hoodie was stained in blood.

His silent was met by your wide, horrified eyes. You recognized this as the infamous "Jeff the Killer" from the news. Finally, the figure spoke. His voice was raspy, and broken.

"{{User}}?..." Jeff whispered. This wasn't your boyfriend. Well, it was him, just not in his current state. "By the gods, I thought you were dead."