Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25024572-20161127172833

I've seen a bunch of Jeff the Killer OCs over the years, and I've decided it's finally time to write a story making fun of them. I have no itention of posting this on the Wiki; I just want to get some opinions on it.

My name is Anna the Killer. I’m 15, have shoulder-length red hair, red eyes, sharp teeth, and pale white skin. I wear a black hoodie with a bunny on it, a black skirt, and black boots. My weapon of choice is a sickle, because sickles are cool and original, like me!

It’s taken me a while, but I’ve finally tracked down the love of my life, my senpai, Jeff the Killer. He was in an alley, disposing of a victim in that cute way he does. Despite never seeing it until now, I knew it was cute because Jeffy is cute.

“Jeffy!” I yelled. He looked up from the corpse on the ground and straight at me, and said, “Oh, shit.”

“Jeffy-kun!” I yelled, and ran toward my lover. Jeffy ran away from me, for some reason. Doesn’t he realize I love him?

Soon enough though, he reached a dead end.

“Jeffy-kun!” I said.

“Why are there so many of you?” he asked.

I laughed. “What do you mean, so many of me? There’s only one of me! I’m so original!”

“Are you? Alright, let me ask you: were you abused?”

“Yeah. I was raped when I was until I turned 15. My dad used to beat me with a dildo taped to a curtain rod, and my mom called me a whore as soon as I was born, and as I grew older yelled at me about wire hangers.” I said, recalling those painful memories.

“You were also bullied too, right?”

“Yeah! Some girls always used to call me a whore and ugly and beat me up.”

“And, let me take another guess: you snapped and killed them all, but not before cutting yourself.” “It’s like you know my whole life story! Jeffy, don’t you see? You know me so well! We’re meant to be!”

“No, we’re not! There’s just so many people like you!”

This confused me. “So many people like me? But there’s only one person like me: me.”

“No, there are a bunch of insane people with crappy families who become killers like me, and for some reason fall in love with me! It’s annoying as hell!” Jeff said.

“B-but Jeffy, we’re meant to be together…”

“No, we’re not. How old are you? 16? 17?”

“15…” I muttered.

“Jesus Christ. I’m in my late 20’s. Being with you is basically pedophilia!”

“Aren’t you an insane serial killer?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I have some standards.”

“Jeffy, why must you hurt me in this way?”

“Because I’m so tired of you people falling in love with me. After the 5,000th time, it starts to get irritating. Just go to Hot Topic or something. Jesus.” He said.

He walked past me, muttering, as I fell to my knees, my heart broken.

Admittedly, it's not very long, but I think it makes a bit of a point about all these stupid OCs. What do you guys think? Was this good? Bad? Does it need some improvement? Leave your thoughts in the comments below. 