Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 14 ✓

The fog was a living thing here, thick and suffocating, clinging to the skeletal remains of dead trees that clawed at the gray sky. This was the Dark Forest—the place where everything looks like a withering plant and hope was buried.

"What were you thinking?!"

The sharp, abrasive bark of Jeff’s voice cut through the silence. I gasped, spinning around to find him standing a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. He was staring down at me as I knelt in the dirt, his expression a mix of irritation and cold curiosity. I almost lose hope by thinking that I'll be stuck here forever. And in a twisted way, I am grateful that he is here with me.

"Why are you here?" I whispered, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "I thought Slender had you pinned."

"I cut through those overgrown weeds," he muttered, stepping closer.

"And you followed me?"

"Looks like it. I can't have my toy running off into a void like this. I haven't broken it yet."

The word toy felt like a fresh blade across my heart. I stood up, trying to find some shred of dignity. But who else am I kidding? He is a killer, apathetic and just exist to kill.  "You shouldn't be here, Jeff. Slender said there’s no way out."

"And he told me to stick with you to make a way out after I slash his tendrils off me," Jeff countered. I looked around at the endless, sky-less horizon of twisted wood. It didn't look like a place you could escape from.

"How?"

"He said a dangerous woman haunts this place. To make the mansion reappear, we have to deal with her." He grabbed my arm, his grip firm but—strangely—not as crushing as it had been inside the mansion. "Let's move."

We walked for what felt like hours, the silence only broken by the crunch of dry sand beneath our boots. Suddenly, I saw a flicker of white behind a tree about ten meters away. It was vague, I am not sure if its a person or just my mind playing tricks on me.

"I think something is there," I said, pointing at the direction where I last saw the flash of white earlier.

Jeff squinted. "I don't see a damn thing, woman."

We approached the tree, but he is right, there was no one here. No footprints, no scent of life. Only an old, tattered book lying in the dirt, nearly buried. Jeff picked it up, shaking off the sand.

"It’s a diary," I noted, seeing the faded name on the cover. Before we could open it, a piercing, inhuman scream tore through the forest. It was a woman’s voice, raw with agony.

"You heard that, right?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Yeah," Jeff replied flatly. To a killer, a scream was just a  beautiful noise. Then, ssuddenly a woman appeared.

She stood directly in our path, her white dress tattered and floating in a wind we couldn't feel. Her jaw was broken, hanging at an impossible angle, and though her mouth didn't move, the scream continued to vibrate out of her. Jeff grinned, his hand flying to his knife.

"Finally!"

He lunged, a blur of white and steel, but he passed right through her as if she were made of smoke.

"What the fuck?!"

She vanished, only to reappear a hair’s breadth away from me. Her cold, translucent fingers clamped around my throat, lifting me off the ground. I clawed at her hands, but my fingers met nothing but icy air.

"That's my fucking prey! Find your own, bitch!" Jeff yelled, slashing at her again and again, but his blade found no resistance.
The diary slipped from my weakening grip. The moment the book hit the ground, the ghost froze. She dropped me, the air rushing back into my lungs in a painful gasp, and snatched up the diary. With a final, mournful wail, she vanished into the fog.

"What kind of freak is that?" Jeff spat, looking genuinely annoyed that he couldn't draw blood. "I can't even kill her!"

"Have you... ever heard... of ghosts?" I wheezed, rubbing the bruises on my neck.

"Of course, woman."

"Then she’s a ghost. You can't kill what’s already dead." I stood up slowly. "Slender was right. We can't defeat her with a knife."

"This wouldn't even be happening if you hadn't run," Jeff said, idly scratching his blade against the bark of a dead tree.

"You can't blame me for being hurt," I said, my voice cracking.

"By what?" He looked at me, his lidless eyes bored.

"By being told I'm just a toy. A thing. Not even a human."

"I'm just saying the truth," he shrugged. "In the end, I'm going to kill you anyway. And honestly, why do you care about what I call you? I can call you pig, whore, bitch.. etcetera."

The bluntness of it finally snapped the last thread of my restraint. "It hurts, you know? To be thought of as nothing. To be a puppet in everyone else’s game. Is it that hard to see me as a person? Or is that just a concept you killers can't grasp?"

"Can you stop with the drama?" Jeff groaned. "You'd be a great actress, but I'm not buying a ticket."

Something in me went white-hot. The years of being ignored, the weight of the massacre, the pressure of being Jeff’s "prey"—it all surged to the surface.

"WHY CAN'T ANY OF YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I screamed, the sound echoing through the dead trees. "WHY AM I ALWAYS A TRASH? A SLAVE? A TOY? WHY IS IT SO EASY TO TREAT ME LIKE NOTHING?! ALL OF YOU!" I lunged forward, grabbing the front of his blood-stained hoodie, my tears falling onto the fabric but I know he would never care. He is apathetic, a killer.. of course, why do I keep forgetting that?

"I know I made mistakes! I know I hurt the people I loved! But I was a fool... a fool to believe in any of you!"

Jeff didn't move. He stood there as I shook him, his voice dropping to a low, cruel whisper. "You're suffering now... good. Just keep doing it, and you'll end up dead soon enough."

I snapped. I just want to hit something, anything.. just to let out all my frustration. With every ounce of strength, anger, and regret left in my body, I swung my hand and slapped him across his pale, scarred face. The sound was like a gunshot in the silent forest. Before he could react, I turned and ran not because I am scared of what he will do, but because I want to get away from him for a while.

"FUCK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"

His roar followed me, but I didn't care. I ran until my lungs burned, until my legs gave out. I tripped over a root and tumbled into the dirt, sobbing into the sand.

Live, Y/N. That's my wish.

"Why, Mom?" I cried into the darkness. "Why do you want me to live just to suffer?"

You just need a rest, dear.

I lifted my head while sobbing like a child getting lost and crying for her parents. The fog had parted, and there she was. My mother, looking exactly as she did before the highway. She walked toward me, her footsteps silent. She knelt and cupped my cheek, her touch feeling like a warm sun in this frozen place.

"You're just tired," she whispered, wiping a tear away. "Tired of the pain, and the pressure we put on you. Forgive us for not seeing your wounds... and forgive yourself for what you never intended to do. I named you Y/N for a reason. You have the power to create your own meaning. That strength is still in you."

She smiled, a radiant, beautiful expression that made the Dark Forest seem less terrifying.

"Mom... don't leave me... please?" I sobbed, clutching at her dress.

"I won't," she promised.