[center][color=black][h1]Jeffrey Woods[/h1][/color]
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Well, this happened at the absolute worst time. Jeff was tussling with a final girl who stabbed him in the head with his very own knife. The Teenage Killer was pissed off by how many times she managed to slip away from his fingers, but he has bigger issues now. The knife lodged into his head is killing him or that’s what he thought. He was surely convinced seeing that the feeling of his body started going down from top to bottom. He honestly thought he was finished. Out of all the things that could take his life, this is the least he expected.

The stupidest thing about it was the way she slapped the knife out of his hands. With a frying pan. It's like she's a suburban mom defending herself from an abusive husband.

Once Jeff awoke. He jolted up in a violent rage, trying to find the girl who made a fool out of him, but instead of the cold, unfeeling area he claimed as his domain. He was transported to. . . another cold and unfeeling area, but this time he’s paired up with a bunch of fucking weirdos that make his world look normal.

I mean, come on. A spider themed Superhero? A dancing Space Marine? Is this some sort of dying dream? 

“Maybe cutting off my eyelids was a bad idea. I’m fuckin seeing things.” He exclaimed before the pain of the blade in his cranium makes itself clear. “Oh wait, I think it’s the drugged up knife in my head messing with my brain. My bad.”


. . . 

“Welp. This is quite the day I’m having.” He sighed, trying to pull the blade off as he grunted with every tug.[/center]