Reader x Jeff The Killer

To Kill or Be Killed

The words Jeff said echoed in my head. Kill. But, I wouldn't even hurt a fly.
Jeff looked at me and sighed.
"When you're ready, you're ready. But I am afraid there is a time limit. One month. So you have to be ready in one month to kill. We need to work on your catch phrase, your marking you leave behind to symbolize you were there and-" I cut him off angrily and i clenched my fists.
"Fuck no am I killing any innocent human being! Never!"
I growled and decided to run but Jeff held me tightly and said, "listen. You wanted to meet the proxies. Remember that wish? Your wish to be a proxy? Well now it came true and -"
My anger cut him off once again.
"I thought it'd be nice, but it's shit! I don't want to kill anybody!" Tears came out my eyes like a sad-like, misty waterfall and I screamed everything at the top of my lungs.
Surprised, he yelled back at me, "Look!! There's no going back now! You have no choice of being a proxy! I didn't want to tell you this, but it's either kill, or be killed!!" He panted from all the yelling and I had a frog in my throat. I stood silent, but tears streamed down my face. I looked at him in a confused, sad way.
Jeff gulped and took a deep breath as he looked at me. "I am sorry." He said as he also gave me a saddened look.
"W-what do you mean, kill or be killed, Jeff?" I asked in confusion. I was scared of what he was going to say next.
Jeff sighed and he took my hand with his left and placed his right palm on top of it.
"To kill or be killed. If you don't go along with killing. You will be killed. By the Lord. Lord Zalgo. He'll torture you first. He'll throw a huge fucking ceremony for it and the fucking people of the under realm will gather to see you die." His voice turned shaky and I sobbed. The thought of it horrified me. "That motherfucker killed one of my good friends a long time ago. I was his trainer, therefor, forced to watch." He hugged me and I tried to stop crying.
"[f/n].. Maybe today isn't a good day to train....." He hugged me tighter and I stopped crying when he did. Actually, a few more tears.
Or maybe more.
"Sh.. Stop crying. I hate to comfort people."
I gave a little chuckle and I sniffled, trying to hold back tears as best as I could.
"Let's get this off your mind. How about a trip to a carnival? There's one thirty minutes away from here. I'll be glad to take you."
I nodded and sniffled again, burying my face into his chest.