I hate you, you fake obsessed fan -jeff the killer
Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. Quite frankly it disgusts me to see something this terribly, undeniably, irredeemably PATHETIC.
I could go on...but I don't think I need to. Did you honestly think I would fall for a trick as stupid as this? I know Jeff, and he is no coward. I can't say the same for you, hiding behind that "anon" label...and why is it that you hesitate to reveal yourself, anyways? Apart from the fact that you aren't actually the esteemed creepypasta Jeff the Killer, of course. (That much was obvious from the moment I laid eyes on your stupid, stupid ask...)
Tell me, anon. I want to know what motivates you to act this immature. Is the reality of your life so pitiful that you really feel you have no other choice but to impersonate someone who is better than you in every way just to send a (once again, truly pathetic) piece of hate mail to someone else who is also better than you in every way? (And yes, I'm talking about myself.) You can call me presumptuous for saying such a thing, but let's not beat around the bush here...you were too insecure to attach your identity to this ask, because you knew you couldn't possibly measure up to your target. So you sent it anonymously under a name that doesn't belong to you. A name that I have a great deal of admiration for.
But you already knew that, didn't you? You knew full well of my dedication (or "obsession," as you would put it) to the character of Jeff the Killer and yet you somehow still believed that simply tacking his signature to the end of your foolish excuse for "bait" would be enough to have me falling hook, line, and sinker. Do you really underestimate me that much? You, of all people? A pathetic, weak coward who couldn't even dare to look me in the eyes as you attempted to wound me...hmph. I'd say this was a "nice try," but clearly you didn't even make an effort. I don't need to waste my time with a louse like you, so I won't even bother to give you a warning...I guess you might as well go ahead and consider yourself lucky, since there's obviously not much else going for you.