A Your Boyfriend/Jeff The Killer Fan Fiction (reader x peter Or Jeff)

Children of Zalgo pt2

A/N: this is for that one comment i got on one of the other chapters; progress just for you babes :P

The night belongs to those who don't belong in the light.

Peter's pov

I finally arrive back home, barely a second thought before I flung my car door open and rush inside. I had to figure out a way to save her, how though I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure she was safe.

I quickly opened my laptop and begin to search for any information on these creepypastas. The clicking of my keyboard was the only sound in the room. After a while of searching, I found an article explaining a large amount of what I needed starting with her ex.

Jeffery woods:

Infamous serial killer, mostly known for the murder of his parents in 2009. Later became one of the most menacing serial killers to date with over 200 murders in the last 11 years. Somehow he manages to escape the police and some even say he never ages. His current location is unknown.

Zalgo:

Barely any information on this creature, it isn't human. Some say it's a legend but often people have gone crazy mumbling his name.

That's all I bothered to look up for now. It said nothing about any possible weaknesses or anything else. I could go in there with a few guns but that doesn't seem smart. With how everything has gone lately, I have to be smarter.

I sat there as my heart raced I felt helpless. infamous serial killers? I've had my fair share of killing, I'm no saint, but 200 in 11 years?! I'm starting to think.. no that's crazy, I'm crazy.

As my mind wanders through the river of my fears I heard a knock on my cabin door. I jump wondering who it might be so far out in the middle of the woods not to mention how hidden I've made my home. I hurry to the door, thinking it might be y/n finally returning to me. maybe she escaped on her own? she is brilliant as she is beautiful.

I fling the door open and see. no one. all that's there is the familiar view of the forest from my front door. I sigh as my heart sinks into disappointment before being carried into a feeling of curiosity when I notice a box at my feet. 

I could describe it better as a chest of sorts. it was made of wood and charred black as if it had been pulled from a fire. I leaned down to touch it and it burns me at the touch. it might've been just pulled from a fire. i grab a sweater that hangs near the door to bring it inside. set on the counter in my kitchen i examine it.

why was this box left on my doorstep? 

i couldn't resist the urge to peek inside it. i slowly opened the lid to see what was inside. in the box was a pair of short blades, a couple of throwing knives, and most notably, a garnet cross. a letter was placed in the box as well. i opened it and it was blank.

after i had pulled everything out i noticed symbols on the bottom of the box, letters that seem to be written in another language. a language i recognize.. ancient greek. one search on google and i was translating it.

CHILDREN OF ZALGO.

that voice i think might be real after all. I've got no other choice at this point, no other leads, no one to turn to. ill have to wait until tomorrow but i have to talk to that voice again and i can't till this stupid medication is out of my system.

FUCK!