You’re Jenny Smile.

Jenny and Jeff was certainly a bit toxic.

Jenny was childish, Jeff was cold-blooded.

Jeff loved killing people and hated following rules whereas Jenny also loved killing but she followed rules.

Jenny was also known as probably the 4th most dangerous Creepypasta, whereas Jeff was the 2nd most dangerous.

Jenny and Jeff were also together as boyfriend and girlfriend.

It was hard to tell if Jeff was cruel to her or not though, but around other people, he would oftenly keep her close, and always told her to not wander from him.

One day, Jeff was on a very long massacre, and Jenny spent her time either playing with Sally and Lazari, or simply walking around.

Soon enough, it was around 3AM, and Jenny was in Jeff’s bed, sleeping peacefully, until she heard the door creak open.

Jeff was back, and he was covered head to toe in dry and fresh blood, and he didn’t seem to care if he would stain anything.

Jeff placed his knife on the bedside table lazily, making a small clatter, as the blood from the knife dripped onto the table, and he fell backwards onto the bed, the blood staining the black bedsheets.

The massacre that Jeff caused in the local town definitely made him exhausted and he slowly turned his head to look down at Jenny, his forever unblinking white eyes staring down at the girl who wore multicoloured clothes.

Jeff rolled his eyes, chuckling at how vulnerable Jenny looked, and without giving a shred of sympathy for the blood all over him, he gripped Jenny and pulled her closer, making her laid beside him, but her chest pressed against the side of his ribs, and her cheek on his shoulder, her clothes and cheek already getting stained with blood.

Jeff thought the blood on Jenny’s clothes suited her, and his arm was around her, the blood on his sleeve also staining her clothes on the back, and he knew she never cared for the blood anyways, especially if it was him who was covered in blood.