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Yep. Jeff got a new outfit and has joined in my apocalypse fun. Seeing as no one has done anything like this. I actually plan to do one for all my favorite characters. Anyway, the description here is Jeff was caught and was sent to a mental asylum. He was in there for 20 or so years. Then the apocalypse hits. The guards were ordered to kill any of the patients that had been known as far more dangerous than others. Jeff was one of them. As that guard was about to execute him, one of the infected/a creature attacked him and killed him. It tried to kill Jeff, but seeing as this one was slow he moved out of the way and made it so it's claws tore off the arm bindings of the straight jacket instead. More shit happens. People die. Jeff finds weapons blah blah fucking blah. If people request it I might make it a story.

With his clothes, he pinned the first two buckles that were torn back to the straight jacket, making it so they could hold the weapons. He painted a smile with blood on the mask covering his mouth; which he made from the torn up sleeve. He still has his original knife.

Jeff (c) the creepypasta maker
Art (c) Raven97

Description
I suck at backgrounds.

Yep. Jeff got a new outfit and has joined in my apocalypse fun. Seeing as no one has done anything like this. I actually plan to do one for all my favorite characters. Anyway, the description here is Jeff was caught and was sent to a mental asylum. He was in there for 20 or so years. Then the apocalypse hits. The guards were ordered to kill any of the patients that had been known as far more dangerous than others. Jeff was one of them. As that guard was about to execute him, one of the infected/a creature attacked him and killed him. It tried to kill Jeff, but seeing as this one was slow he moved out of the way and made it so it's claws tore off the arm bindings of the straight jacket instead. More shit happens. People die. Jeff finds weapons blah blah fucking blah. If people request it I might make it a story.

With his clothes, he pinned the first two buckles that were torn back to the straight jacket, making it so they could hold the weapons. He painted a smile with blood on the mask covering his mouth; which he made from the torn up sleeve. He still has his original knife.

Jeff (c) the creepypasta maker
Art (c) Raven97