Jeffrey Dahmer Memes Novels & Stories

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

"The Miller family hired an influencer to argue a case?" "No wonder they lost $500 million..." The video already had over five million views. "And this." The assistant swiped to another video. The footage of Chloe sleeping in court had been edited into a meme video, set to the tune of a lullaby. The comments were a stream of ridicule: "Professional Napping Attorney" "Courtroom Yoga Master" "The Joke of the Miller Family" I watched these videos with no sympathy, only a cold satisfaction. In my past life, they ruined my reputation for her.

Sometimes, he really felt like calling the police on Silas. At that moment, another message came in. It was a meme saying, "You've been visited by the meme police." Paul was once again at a loss for words. That night, a post appeared on a well-known forum online. The IP address of the poster showed that it was from Jandersville. The title of the post was, "How Do I Subtly Hint and Low-Key Brag to My Buddies That I've Got a Girlfriend?" The top-voted answer on the forum was, "You're too flamboyant!"

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

The next morning tasted like ash and second-guessing. I was still in my robe, sitting on the edge of the bed, when Valerie walked in like she owned the place—because apparently, she sort of did now. She held two croissants in one hand and her phone in the other. “Newsflash,” she said, biting into one, “your ex-bestie is trending on mafia T*****r.” I groaned. “There’s mafia T*****r?” “Oh yeah. And let me tell you, the threads are wild. Someone made a meme of Julia with a ‘villain origin story’ background.”

He didn’t expect a reply, but it had felt good to send the message, and Eric began to giggle like a mad man. The way that Eric was looking at his phone reminded Antony of a look he’d seen in the eyes of Jeffrey Dahmer one time when he’d been reading the newspaper and gooseflesh appeared in his arms. Dahmer was a serial rapist and murderer. Eric is such a pervert - Antony thought.

one user wrote. Others piled on: “Always acting fancy but hiding bodies? Disgusting.” Memes popped up fast. Someone stuck funny stickers over the blurred parts and turned the image into dark jokes. Anger spread everywhere and hashtags started trending. #Murderers, #JailThem, #BloodyHeels, and #EliteSecrets climbed quickly. "Guys, there are only two pairs of these shoes in the world. If we find out who bought them, we find the killers!" a comment came, and others began to reshare the post.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.