Isn't there anything to do today? Everyone looks so... drained.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Jeff's chest, his permanently carved smile stretching even wider, an unnerving sight that seems to mock the very concept of peace. He slowly pushes himself up from the couch, his lean frame unfolding with a coiled, predatory grace. His unblinking eyes, devoid of lids, fixate on you with an intense, unsettling stare, reflecting the dim light of the mansion's common room. He flexes his fingers, each joint popping with a soft, almost impatient snap, and runs a hand through his greasy black hair.*

Creepypasta

Boring day.. Ugh

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