Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 12 ✓

"What do you mean by 'no exit'?" I asked Slender, my voice echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings. I trailed behind the trio, feeling like a small bird caught in the sweep of a predator's shadow.

This is no ordinary place, child, Slender’s voice resonated directly in the marrow of my bones. Humans cannot even perceive the front door of this mansion. Only those I allow may touch the threshold.

"Well then, maybe I'll ask one of you to open it for me?" I countered, trying to keep my voice steady.

That is the second hurdle, he explained. Once a human leaves these walls without our influence, they are lost forever to the Dark Forest.

"Slender’s right," Ben added, his form flickering like a corrupted video game file. "The Dark Forest isn't just trees and dirt. It’s a loop of your worst nightmares. If you step out there alone, we vanish, the mansion vanishes, and you’re left in a void where the things in the dark never stop screaming. You’d never find that shack Jeff calls a home again."

A cold spike of nervousness hit me. If I couldn't leave, what about Jeff’s promise? What about the end I had finally made peace with? Besides, I managed to see this mansion and walk in the forest alone before.. but now this time its different.

"But... what if I'm with someone?" I pointed to LJ. "Like him?"

"Me?" LJ pointed a long, striped finger at his own chest as if he is surprised by my exclamation.

You would be able to return to the mansion, Slender clarified. But you would never find the world of yours again.

"And I’m not going back out there today, kiddo," LJ huffed, crossing his arms. "I hate that woman with the long hair who hangs from the branches. Always screaming. Gives me a headache!"

The only way you can truly leave is with the help of someone from the outside.

Help from the outside. Jeff. Would he actually come? Or was I just a toy he had finally grown bored of? He won't risk the effort to get me from here, right?

We entered the main hall, and I froze. It was breathtaking. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting dancing fractals of light across polished marble floors and velvet tapestries. It looked like a palace built for a billionaire, yet it felt heavy with the weight of centuries.

You like what you see, child?

"Honestly, I do... It feels like I'm living in a castle—oops!" I was so busy looking up that I walked straight into a solid form. I stumbled back, expecting the sharp edge of Jeff’s hoodie, but instead, I met a woman in a white mask stained with old, brown blood.

"Jeff?" I whispered, hope and confusion clashing.

"What?" Her voice was feminine but sharp. She stared at me through the dark eyeholes of her mask.

"I'm sorry, I thought you are someone I know—"

"A human? Here?" she asked, her head cocking to the side.

Rogue, this is Y/N, Slender introduced me to her. Her mask featuring a white 'X' mark, with her dark messy hair. And glancing at her back, I can see her dual machete. Makes me wonder, about her background, but she looks scary and strong.

"I see." She stepped closer, and for a moment, I expected a blow. Instead, she reached out. "It's okay. Just be careful next time, dear."

The way she said "dear" sent a strange chill through me. She sounded... motherly. It wasn't the suffocating pressure of my memories, but a grounded, eerie sort of care.

She will be living with us now, Slender announced.

"Wait, what?" I stepped back. "I can't stay here! Jeff is... he’s looking for me. We made a promise."

"Wait, Jeff? You’re with that maniac?" Rogue asked, crossing her arms.

"Geez, I didn't know Jeff knew how to make promises!" Ben laughed, his voice glitching into a high-pitched cackle.

"Oh, kiddo, I pity you," LJ added, shaking his head.

"But it's true!" I insisted.

"No, it isn't..." a new voice drifted from above. I looked up to see a man in a blue mask, black liquid leaking from the empty sockets along with his dark hoodie. He sat on the banister like a gargoyle.

EJ, you're here. Did you tell him? Slender asked.

The man, EJ, vaulted over the railing, landing silently in a crouch. "Yes. In fact, in just a few seconds, he’ll be here."

"Great. It's been a long time since we fought," Rogue said, flexing her fingers. I noticed her gloves had wicked, claw-like blades attached to them.

"I hope he won't get lost in the forest," joked LJ as the group began to move toward the massive front doors.

"I can sense him... he's getting closer and closer," murmured another clown, this one with long, vibrant blue hair with black and purple jester clothes and I can see a large oversized hammer behind him. He caught me staring and gave me a playful wink. Suddenly, a little girl appeared at my side with her messy brown hair and pink nightgow. Her green eyes shifted elsewhere while clutching a tattered teddy bear.

"He really wants to come just to get you... I'm jealous," the little girl whispered before following the others.

The atmosphere shifted. The air grew thick with the smell of ozone and copper.

You came, Slender’s voice rumbled, shaking the floorboards.

I could not see Jeff but when I try to make a step and find him, suddenly a hand clamped firmly around my arm. I turned to see a boy in goggles and a mouth guard his frame twitching with nervous energy.

"I-I-It’s b-b-better f-f-for you t-t-to s-s-stay here," he stammered.

"Why? Are they going to hurt him?"

He shook his head. "He w-w-won't l-l-let t-them."

"Yes, Princess," the blue-haired clown from earlier added with a dark smile. "Stay back or you'll get your throat sliced in the crossfire."

I just looked at the door instead. I do not care if I get caught in a crossfire. My hair falling over my face as I bowed my head  clench my fist. "I'm not scared to die."

"...You should be," the clown whispered.

The static in the air reached a deafening roar. My heart was racing. Why was I fighting to get back to a killer? This mansion was a paradise. Rogue was kind. Slender offered protection. But they offered me life. They offered me a place in an eternal nightmare. Jeff offered me the only thing I truly wanted: an end.

"JEFF! I'M HERE!" I screamed.

Toby flinched in shock, his grip loosening just enough for me to tear myself away. I bolted for the door. I could see the wood, the heavy iron handles—I was almost there.

Suddenly, a pair of long arms wrapped around my waist, lifting my feet off the floor. Another hand pinned mine. It was the blue-haired clown.

"Easy now, and behave," he whispered directly into my ear.

The door creaked. And then, the wood splintered as the handle was blown inward by sheer force.