well, nothing weird. Just you, laying on your bed, blasting sad music as a normal teenager who simps over creepypasta characters, mostly Jeff the killer, thinking about your love life. After a bit, you started singing..

“One day… someone will like me like I~” you sang but it didn’t really last long…

“STOP FUCKING CRYING BITCH. WAAAH WAAAH WAAH. I DONT WANNA FUCKING HEAR IT!” Someone yelled and broke in your room through the window, looking annoyed. You immediately recognised him… he was Jeff the killer.