Do you ever wonder why people are the way they are? Why they do the things they do and say the things they say? I don’t. But I used to! Oh I used to wonder about it all the time….I never really understood people you see - not even my family - but that’s because I’m broken. Mmh…Mommy never said broken though. She said special. Me! Special! B-but you know what? Special is just a nice word for broken.
Broken doesn’t mean dumb though. Or stupid. I’m plenty smart. They even let me into college, you know? I got good grades in school, even if I didn’t understand people. The teachers let me do my work alone, a
Hey so I wrote a thing for my friend and her horror-buddies. It’s not my usual style, but I think it’s pretty decent for knocking it out in a few hours.
A remixed version of Jeff the Killer - I’ve never read the story, but l1k3 described the plot to me, and I decided to have a go at it.