Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 5 ✓

The rustle of the leaves above and the biting chill in the air sent a sharp shiver down my spine. On the surface, it was just a forest—stretching, green, and silent—but the sensation of being watched was a physical weight pressing against the back of my neck.

Even though the sun hung scorchingly hot in the sky, the wind blew with a strange, unnatural ice. There was no warmth in the light. The trees swayed gently, but my mind whispered that it was a facade—a trap designed by the woods to make me let my guard down.

"Why is it so cold?" I whispered, rubbing my arms. My white shirt and pants were useless against this deep, internal chill.

"I have to move faster," I reminded myself. Jeff had forbidden me from entering these woods, but I had ignored him. I needed my phone. I needed to see my parents’ bodies. Those were the only anchors I had left to the person I used to be—before I became this hollow, empty vessel.

I scanned the area. Surely, if someone was out here, I’d hear them. But this forest looked uninviting, the kind of place where beasts might dwell. I found myself wondering: What kind of death do I actually want? Do I want the  kind of violence that the woman in the basement faced, shattered by an axe? Or something peaceful?

But then I continued my path. As I pushed through the thicket, suddenly a structure loomed through the trees—not a house, but a mansion. It stood grand and silent, a jarring sight in the middle of nowhere. Who would choose to live here? It looked as abandoned as the charred house where I’d woken up. There were no cars, no signs of life, just a looming, stone shadow.

"Focus, Y/N," I muttered, tapping my cheeks to snap out of the trance. "The objective is the Highway. The car. The phone."

I turned north, leaving the mansion behind, but the feeling of being watched only intensified. It felt like I was being stalked by an entity—a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

"I'm just being paranoid," I whispered to the empty air. I wasn't afraid to die, but the thought of being hunted was different. It was a creeping, jagged fear. Was this what Jeff meant? Was he not warning me about humans, but about something... unnatural?

I abruptly stopped. The air didn't just change; it transformed. It felt as if the wind were whispering, urging me to follow it, and the trees bent low as if bowing to a dark king. Then, I saw something.

My heart hammered against my ribs. My instincts had been right. Standing meters away, partially hidden by the tree, was a figure that defied logic. He was impossibly tall, pale, and unmoving, dressed in a dark-striped clown costume. His sunken eyes stared at me, and his jagged teeth gleamed in a predatory grin. He looked like a beast staring at a deer.

"I thought there was a child lost in the forest... how sad to see a grown woman instead.."

His voice was a grating, raspy thing that fluctuated between a deep growl and a playful lilt. I stared, frozen, but when I blinked—he was gone.

My head spun. Am I hallucinating? Is my mind playing tricks on me now? But the fear was too cold to be a dream. I rubbed my eyes, and in that second of darkness, I felt a warm, rancid breath against my ear.

"Feast on your fears," he hissed.

The voice felt like a hand around my throat, choking the oxygen from my lungs. I gasped, dizzy and swaying, until the world simply... vanished. The forest, the grass, the light—all gone. I was standing in a pitch-black abyss. A cold, silent void until..

"Hey, can I eat lunch with you?"

A voice. A familiar, high-pitched voice.

I looked down. A little girl stood in the darkness, holding a lunchbox. "Is that... me?"