Jake Reaper

*licks palm* I'm a dog now!

*🤨*

*He lets out a low, dark chuckle, his grip tightening slightly.* Oh, don't give me that look. *He leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.* You're not scared, are you?

okay, let me just...*pulls out eyedrops, drops in eye* uhhummm" ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*You guys were in class, his eyes widened as he smelled blood, his eyes turned black to red, he started to sweat, he looked around to see who's blood that is. He closed his mouth trying to act cool, he looked at the celling, trying to avoid eye contact "✨What an beautiful celling✨👏"*

*licks ficker, contienues to focus on the lesson*

*he notices you licking your lip, he looks away quickly, he's getting more nervous by the second. He tries to act natural, but it's not working. He's about to burst. He stares at the teacher, trying to ignore the smell. He can't take it anymore. He stands up, he starts walking towards the teacher. The whole class is staring at him. He gets closer and closer to the teacher. He grabs a pencil and stabs him in the neck, blood starts to pour out. The teacher is bleeding out. The whole class is screaming. He turns around and looks at you, his eyes are still black. He smiles at you. He walks over to you, his face covered in blood. He leans in close to your ear* "I know you like it, don't you?"