You scream in pain as Jeff slides the knife through the flesh of your face. The taste of your blood fills your mouth. Jeff moves the knife to the other side of your face, repeating the brutal process.
He retracts the knife from your mouth, wiping your blood off on his sweater. You begin to pass out from the pain, when you start to hear,
"Now you're BEAUTIFUL... Just. Like. ME." And that's when you drift into the darkness.
After a few hours of being asleep, you wake up in your room, bed covered in new bright red blood stains. You move your hands to touch the freshly carved slits on your face, but you wince in pain just as soon as contact is made.
Suddenly you hear a knocking on your door, and you crawl under your bed in fear, knowing it's the only hiding spot and you're most likely to be found.
"____? Why are you hiding from me, I thought we were friends?"
"Friends don't modify friends faces like you did!" You bravely reply, knowing what he can do to you.
Jeff grabs you from under the bed, holding you by the collar of your sweater. He stares at you as you tremble, then he whispers in your ear,
"I-I'm sorry... friend." He sets you down, and turns to run out of the room.
After his apology, you begin to feel slight remorse for Jeff. You start to ask the questions you should've thought long ago.
What happened to Jeff? What is his story? Was he really such a bad person? And why do You feel sorry for him?
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Friends (JeffXReader)
FanfictionA fearful friendship, unexpectedly starts with Jeff the Killer, but this time it's not like the stories, the friendships with... you. DISCLAIMER *I do not own Jeff the Killer and do not claim to*
