Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 29 ✓

I sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the adrenaline masking the persistent, spinning dizziness in my skull. "Jeff! Jeff, where are you?!"

It had been over an hour since I fled the mansion. I had made my choice. I was going to fight the cancer; I was going to live for him. I just needed to find him, to tell him that he was my reason to keep breathing. To explain everything that I did not mean to use him at first to end me quickly for my selfish desire to vanish and leave everyon behind.

Live, Y/N.

Finally I can hold on that words that everyone keeps telling me. Mom, Dad.. I am sorry for choosing to die before.. but now, someone has made me see a clear path to stay alive once more.

"Jeff! Please—Ah!" I tripped over a hidden root, tumbling into the dirt. As I scrambled up, the world began to tilt. The trees spun in a sickening carousel of green and brown. I gripped a trunk, my knuckles white, waiting for the static in my head to clear.

"Jeff..." I whispered. I saw a white hoodie moving through the trees ahead. My heart leaped. I ignored the nausea and sprinted until I reached him, throwing my arms around his back in a desperate, clinging hug.

"I’m sorry," I sobbed into the fabric of the hoodie. "I was going to tell you after breakfast... I'm so sorry it took so long. Please, let me stay with you. We can fix this." I cried while clutching on the fabric of his clothes. I plan to stay, I am not going to leave anymore.. I don't want to die.. I don't want to leave you, Jeff.

"How touching."

The voice wasn't Jeff’s. It was higher, dripping with a sugary, mocking malice. I gulped then immediately let go as if I’d been burned. The figure turned around. It was Nina. She was dressed exactly like him—the same white hoodie, the same dark pants—a twisted mirror image of Jeff.

"What..." I stammered, backing away. "Why are you wearing his clothes?"

"It’s not a crime to dress like my idol, is it?" she giggled, tilting her head. She looked at me with a predatory pity. "You know, Slender can sense intruders. But he's a bit busy right now... sacrificing himself so the police don't find his precious mansion."

"Police? What are you—"

"You dropped this." She held up my phone. My blood ran cold. I reached for my pockets—empty. How had she been so fast? "You left it at the house. I thought I'd bring it to you."

She stepped forward, seemingly offering the device. I reached out, hesitant, but the moment my fingers brushed the plastic, she moved. It was a blur of motion—she lunged, spun me around, and before I could even scream, I felt the cold, heavy bite of steel ratcheting shut around my wrists.

"What are you doing?!" I shrieked.

"Selling you," she whispered into my ear, her breath smelling of peppermint and rot. Then she vanished into the shadows just as the first flashlight beam cut through the trees. "POLICE! DON'T MOVE!"

Two officers tackled me into the dirt. Above us, the rhythmic sound of a helicopter drowned out my protests. They hauled me toward a waiting cruiser at the edge of the woods. I looked back at the treeline, praying to see a flash of white, a sign that Jeff was coming for me.

"Target secured," the officer in the passenger seat barked into his radio. "We're moving out."

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The room was freezing, illuminated by a single, harsh fluorescent light that made my head throb. I sat in the metal chair, my hands still cuffed behind my back, staring at the scarred surface of the table. Until the door creaked open. A man in his late 40s, wearing the crisp, decorated uniform of a Police Chief, stepped in. He signaled the other officers to leave.