A N G U I S H ➵ Jeff The Killer x Reader (Dark)

Memory 21

The static lulled me in a peaceful lullaby, comforting me in the darkness that I had began to get used to. It hummed greedily, wanting to overtake the darkness and it was succeeding. It spoke promises of vengeance, of a promise of blood. It's tendrils reached out, begging to take control of my sanity. To push me to the brink of my limits until I broke like a porcelain bird. I swam in the static for awhile, unconscious lapping at the forefront of my brain, until eventually, I wasn't.

I awoke first to pain hitting my head like a truck. The pain was unbearable, and as I opened my eyes I couldn't hold back the uncomfortable groan. Besides my head hanging and being barely able to form my own thoughts, I was in what looked to be a musty old bedroom of sorts. It was quite plain besides the clothes littering the floor and a white double bed pushed against the corner. It lacked a window, and the only light making its way into the room was from a small lamp shade next to the bed. My hands and legs were tingling with numbness, and as I took a moment to regard my body I noticed both my wrists and my feet had been tightly tied with thick, cutting rope. Ouch.

The room was empty besides myself, and I could smell the thick stench of blood and sweat clinging to my body like second skin. To say I wasn't sore would be a lie, everything ached, and my ribs felt like molten lava had been poured all over them carelessly.

Fear became my companion, my panic reaching and caressing my throat in a tight squeeze. I'd wished I had paid more attention to the videos explaining how to get out of these situations. I felt like bait hanging on a rod for fish, and I fucking hated it.

I tried my best to squirm in my painful state, but it did little except dig the rope deeply into my wrists and shift my body into an uncomfortable stance. For fuck sake, couldn't a ruthless killer at least sit me up comfortably?

I was knocked out of my thoughts by the bedroom door opening, and I didn't hesitate to close my eyes and attempt to pretend like I was still sleeping.

   "Playin' pretend doesn't work with me, princess."

I snapped my eyes open, seeing Jeff crouched down on the floor to be my level. His eyes greedily took in my captured state, and he seemed happy with what he found as he stood up again without a moments notice. My frame shivered in fright, remembering the harsh beating Jeff gave me the last time I decided to speak back to him.

Tears helplessly pooled in my eyes, and Jeff's eyes rolled in return once he saw them. He tutted his tongue, before drawing his kitchen knife out of his pocket and seating himself on the end of the double bed. Luckily, his pants seemed recently washed so no blood transferred onto the clean bedding.

   "Now, little birdie~" he began, and my spine stiffened in preparation, "You're gonna be a good little bird and answer my questions honestly." I nodded nimbly.

   "Good. Now, what's my name?"

Confusion wept across me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't stop myself from stuttering in return, "J-J-Jeffrey Woods."

His form tensed, and anger painted his face like a tsunami. I shivered harder, attempting to quieten down the scream of fright wanting to escape my vocal cords. Jeff debated with himself for a moment, before I watched in confusion as he grabbed his ashen hair in his hands and tugged it harshly.

   "I said answer me HONESTLY!"

I couldn't help the little squeak of fright this time, and his deranged eyes pointed on me expectantly. He rose from the bed, once again approaching me and crouching down in front of my form. I clenched my eyes and my teeth tightly, being able to smell the stench of death coating him like paint.

   "Now, dove." He started, voice mellowed down in a silent warning, "I'm going to ask you oneeee last time. What is my name?"

Confusion coated me, what the fuck did he expect me to answer with? His name was Jeffrey Woods, the same guy I used to attend school with, the same guy who used to be semi normal. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, and I could do nothing but hope my next answer would be correct.

   "J-Jeff Woods."

I flinched harshly as Jeff's fist made impact with the wall next to my head, tears now becoming their own waterfall. I saw the rage, the malice, the promise of death covering his features. But I could do nothing but watch fearfully.

   "Wrong! You're fucking WRONG, you dumb fucking whore!" He raised his hand to slap me, a sting following across my face soon afterwards.

I sat in silence, and Jeff rose in front of me and I almost expected another harsh beating from him. But instead, he began to pace in front of me, his hands tugging harshly at his hair and occasionally shooting me daggers.