Hater gonna hate. Killers gonna . . . love? (Jeff the killer x reader lemon)

Play date.

(A/N)
That's me and Zoe in that pic. Just want to inform you. Made it in an app. Won't tell you which one. Lol. I'm so evil. Don't hate me. Haters gonna hate! Killers gonna fuck you in this story!! Maybe I'll make it hot! Seven CP's, one girl, three holes. How will it work? Lol I'm so dirty. You don't know me! Watched Last Man On Earth on Saturday, and Sunday. Rerun on Saturday. Still funny though. Wrote this will watching. Your all dicks for making me do this. But I love this and y'all. Question for this chapter. Do you like Last Man On Earth? I'm a girl by the way.

(Zoe's POV)
Jack's ok. I mean, he punches me every time I goof up, but dats ok. It hurts, a lot. But hey, I'm trying. Jack says I get to hang out with Y/N today. I miss her. We walked, of course.
"Hurry up, bitch!" He shouted. I winced. I hated it when he swore. The only person I let swear is Y/N. I ran up to catch up with him. He walks like Y/N. So fast, yet casual. (I do walk fast. Because when I was young, my mom walked very fast, and I got used to walking fast) Soon, we arrived and he bangs on the door like he's the police. Jeff answered, a frown on his eternal grinning face. I found Y/N sitting on the couch, and watching F/S on a puny TV. She loves that show. I'm not sure about Jeff. I run to her, but stop when the boys yelled at me. Y/N get up bravely, and hugs me. Jeff and Jack growl. I had lost a lot of weight. Jack rewarded me by saying I look good. I was able to get rid of the pimples too. Can't make my hair thicker though. I had it in a ponytail. I'll have to ask Y/N about that. But I think her thick H/C hair is natural.
"I'm totally gonna get cut afterward. But I miss you, and I can hug you when I want to," she whispered in my ear.
"What did you say to her!" Jeff screamed, and grabbed her arm. I saw gauze on her right arm. He grabbed her right arm and squeezed. She whimpered, and repeated what she said to me. He hesitated, then let go and threw her on the couch. She curled up in a ball, and her eyes went to the TV. He's such a dick. I want to punch him, but I know I would be punished for defending my friend. So I gave him a death glare. He just stared at me with those cold eyes, and after a while of staring, I retreated to Jack. Y/N's eyes seemed blank, and far away. She's always daydreaming, but her face looked like she was in pain. Although, she's always in pain. I heard she thinks she has depression. I try to make her happy, and sometimes it works, but then, when we aren't talking, she looks into space and there is pain in her eyes. I think she thinks of her father (long story short, dad ran away when mom was pregnant and dad died of asthma attack when I was eight. Had to go with my mom when she signed some papers. Never knew what the papers said. Don't really care.). Sometimes she think he's still alive. (I do. So mysterious. Sorry. I'm going to stop blabbing about myself). She just sat there and stared, like she died. I actually almost checked her pulse. The thing that made me relaxed was watching her breath. She breathed so calmly. But there were cracks in her breaths. Her life is so rough. Poor Y/N.
(Author's POV)
I walked until I found Jeff's house. I'm such a stalker. Lol. I gently knocked on the door. Y/N answered. I nodded at her in a greeting. Her eyes grew wide.
"B-b-but . . . you're the author! You can't be here!" She screamed. I laughed.
"I can be in here if I want to," I answered.
"AUTHOR!!!!!!!!!" Zoe screamed. She ran up to me and bear hugged me. I hadn't seen her in forever.
I laughed.
GOTCHA!! THAT WAS A DREAM!! LOL!
(Y/N's POV)
I woke up from my very weird dream. What I found on top of me was Zoe. I think she lost weight. She seems lighter than I remember. She had a crazy grin on her face.
"Morning!!" She chirped. She is never this happy.
"Morning?" I grumbled. She got off of me and dragged me out of my room, even though I was in a tight tank top and short shorts. Jeff blushed when he saw my slender (man?) body (jk), and I tugged my way slowly back to my room. I'm way stronger than Zoe.
"Zoe! What's da matta wid ya?! (What's the matter with you?!)" I asked once we were back in my (new) room. She sighed.
"I've missed you. And Jack says that I can sleep over," she said. Excitement felt onto me like a warm blanket. I shoved her out of my room, got dress in a black shirt and jeans, and got out, telling Jack thank you. He just grunted, watching Scandal on the TV.
"Oh my God you guys are watching Scandal!! Hahaha!!! Dats so funny. Hey? Have you guys ever heard of Ellen DeGenerous? (Sorry Ellen. I don't know how to spell your last name. So, so sorry.) well, her wife - she's a lesbian - is on Scandal! Lol!! And her initials are E. D. Ed. Lol. *gasp* That should be her nickname. Ed! Lol," I said.
"Hey Y/N. Have you heard of 'shut the fuck up bitch or I'll cut you'? It's a game that I like to play when Y/N's like you who aren't behaving. And if you want, we can play that game!" Jeff said.
"I don't want to," I said.
"Then shut the FUCK UP!!!!!!!" He screamed. I nodded.
(Jeff's POV)
She's really getting on my nerves. I knew I should have killed her. Maybe I should do it tonight. Maybe. She walked away slowly, trying to make me feel guilty. But all I feel is anger.
"She's a real bitch, ain't she?" Jack asked when the girls were gone.
"She's real . . . and a bitch. So, yeah. She is a real bitch. Lol," I said. But something tugged at my heart. Even when we both laughed, I felt like I should love her. What are you thinking Jeff? You don't love. Love is only in fanfic.
"JEFF!!! Are you in there?!" Jack yelled at me. I growled.
"Yes," I said.
"I see Zoe's improving," I said.
"Yup. She's losing a ton of weight. It's good too, because two days ago I almost killed her, but found her doing yoga. It was a sight I can't erase. Even with all the beer in the world," he said, shuddering, then raised his beer bottle in the air and brought it back down to his lips, gulping down two large sips before I pulled it away.
"Did you drive here?" I asked. I didn't want my friend to die, even though we can't. It's just that it hurts like hell when you heal. He shook his head.
"I fucking live at least a mile away! And we're in the damn forest!! How can I fucking drive in a damn fucking forest?!" He snapped. I shrugged. I heard obnoxious laughter, followed by weird hiccups.
"Zoe doesn't laugh like that!" Jack said, and jumped to his feet a little too fast. He swayed, then caught his balance and started running up the stairs.
"What's the hurry?!" I asked, running after him.
"She has asthma, and I wanted to get to her first. Not natural death," he said. He opened the door and we found two laughing girls plopped on the bed. Zoe didn't seem to be choking. Y/N stared at us with confusion.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"We thought Zoe was having an asthma attack," Jack said sheepishly. Y/N laughed, and that obnoxious sound came again.
"You silly peeps, that's my laughter!" She said between giggle and hiccups. I stared at her, as if saying 'that's how you laugh?!'. She laughed even harder when she saw my face. She held her side and fell off the bed, laughing uncontrollably.
"You remind me of Laughing Jack," Jack said, and she laughed harder. I thought she was going to explode. Maybe she was. I crossed my fingers behind my back. After a while she, unfortunately, stopped laughing, but sometimes giggled. I shook my head at her. She's totally dead tonight. We walked back to the couch in the living room and the door to Y/N's room closed shut. I growled in disproval. I heard a knock at the door, and some . . . scratching? I answered the door to see two good friends of mine. But are soon to not be?
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Can you guess who they are? I know but I want you to guess. Lol I'm sooooooooooo mean. That's how mean I am. Sooooooooooooooooooooœòôöóõøōooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo mean. Lol.