~I'm the Psychopath~? §!Jeff the killer × Reader!§

.Chapter Eight.

Looking around, (Y/n) struggled with the rope. "Fuck, I feel like I'm in the same situation all over again," she huffed to herself, letting her (h/c) hair hang in her face. "No one's saving me this time."

Quickly making my way over, she spotted a knife sitting on the table Jeff was at moments before. (Y/n) wobbled on to her knees, moving her way over to the table. Just as she was just about to reach the knife, the rope tightened, showing her that was as far as it would go.

"Fuck!" She yelled out, pulling roughly on the rope. A small snapping noise came from it, causing (Y/n)'s thoughts to wonder. Pulling more on the rope, more tearing came. Eventually, it snapped, causing her to fall forwards. Crashing in to the floor, she wasted no time getting up and grabbing the knife.

Positioning herself, she slowly cut through the rope which felt like hours until she felt her arms loosen from behind her. Feeling a bit of excitement, she squirmed out the rope and stood on to her feet once more, stretching.

"Stupid motherfucker... thinking he could outsmart me.." she mumbled, smiling to herself. "I'd fuckin kill his ass if he gave me the chance to." (Y/n) jogged up to the door, wiggling the doorknob. Locked, of course. A sigh of exhaustion came from her as she grabbed the knife she had just used to try and fidget with the lock.

She moved her body down to level with the lock, shoving the knife into it. One try.... Two tries..... three! A small click came from the door, causing (Y/n) to smile, feeling relieved for a moment. Once again, she opened up the door and lingered out. This time, she decided to avoid all the voices she heard in the distance.

Slinking through the old, wooden hall, she made notes on where everything was, which rooms were labeled what. If she had seen some sort of weapon, she stashed it in her dress, hoping she'd have to use it at some point.

"Miss, what are you doing?" A squeaky voice said, causing (Y/n) to jump and spin around. Her eyes met with a small girl, maybe around eight or nine years old. She wore a dirty, pink nightgown with tangled brown hair. Her emerald green eyes stared up at her innocently. "My names Sally, I live here. Would you like to play?"

(Y/n) shook her head, indicating 'no'. Her heart beat raced as she realized how fucked up this place was. Killers, children, dehumanized people? What kind of fucked up dream was this?

"Please! If you don't, I'll tell Jeff where you are. He told me to keep watch if you decided to leave again." She explained, pulling a stuffed bear out from behind her. (Y/n) eyed the girl carefully, trying to decide what the safest option was.

"Fine, but afterwards, you have to help me get out of this mess," she said sternly, still on edge.

Sally squealed in excitement, jumping playfully at her words. "Okay, follow me!" She squealed out, grabbing (Y/n)'s hand. She lead them down the hallways and through a large kitchen. Looking around, she spotted two new people, both females. One had a cut in smile like Jeff's and wore a purple jacket, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. The other woman was purely black and white- her clothes, her skin, her eyes. They both looked over at them, eyeing them carefully.

"Who is that?" The girl with the cut in smile asked, leaning over to examine (Y/n) closer.

"I'm not sure, but she does have some funky taste in men," she snickered, causing laughter from the both of them. (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed as Sally brought them in to another hallway, this time passing one of the men she came in contact with earlier.

"Hi, Mr. Hoodie!" She chirped out, waving at him. He stopped in his tracks, looking at (Y/n). Shaking his head, he quickly turned and walked off suspiciously, causing a bad feeling to hit (Y/n)'s gut. Sally then stopped at a pink, chipped door, opening it.

Peering in, it seemed like a normal little girls bedroom, minus the occasional blood drops. She brought (Y/n) over to her bed, sitting her down and handing her over a Barbie doll, smiling up at her. "You can be my new friend. I won't let those stupid people be mean to you ever again!" She said, running to shut her bedroom door.

"Sally!" An angry voice rang through the hallway, causing Sally to jump. (Y/n) felt her heart drop as she scooted closer on to the bed, now noticing a window on her left.

With seconds, a hand pushed Sally's door open, causing the little girl to fall back on to her strawberry rug that was neatly placed on her floor. Jeff walked in, glaring at (Y/n).

"Stop fuckin escaping!" He yelled out, rushing over to (Y/n). His footsteps banged through the room as sally began to cry, yelling for someone named 'Slender'. What is up with these names?

"Sally just wanted to play!" (Y/n) defended as Jeff took hold of her wrist roughly. (Y/n) winced before pulling back, fighting against him. Sally's cries became louder as Jeff crawled on to the bed, now grabbing on to (Y/n). His hands landed on her arms, pushing her down on to the bed, struggling to hold her down.

"Let me go, you ugly son of a bitch!" (Y/n) yelled out, squirming and screaming from under him. Suddenly, Jeff was ripped off her, a small heave coming from him while doing so. (Y/n) looked up to see a tall, slender man standing in the doorway. Static filled her ears the longer she looked at him, but the creature had already had its interest peaked with her.

"What is going on? Why is she upset?" A voice boomed through the room, causing (Y/n) to look down at Sally. Her eyes leaked thick blood streams, her eyes now bloodshot. Sally looked up at Jeff and pointed at him.

"He won't leave my friend alone!" She cried out, standing and running over to (Y/n). (Y/n) looked at everyone, completely confused and dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, but.... What the absolute fuck is going on here?! Is this real right now?" She asked, her mouth gaping in shock. Her eyes bolted around the three individuals standing before her, only for her to be ignored completely by all of them.

"I suggest you not make friends with Jeff's victims, sweetheart." The booming voice lowered as the creatures faceless head turned towards Sally. Sally began to cry once more, throwing her body around on the ground.

"No! She's nice to me!" Sally protested, looking at Jeff, who was trapped in 'Slender's tentacles. Jeff grunted, trying to escape, but only made things worse for him. The tentacles tightened around him, causing him to wheeze.

Slender stared at the little girl before moving his head up to (Y/n), supposedly eyeing her down with his non existent eyes. Tilting his head slightly, he let Jeff go, Jeff now coughing and catching his breath.

"Damn you, Sally..." he coughed out, spitting on her rug that she was sitting on. Sally crossed her arms before looking back at the girl.

"Can she stay here with us? I really like her," Sally suggested, causing (Y/n)'s stomach to drop. Jeff sat up and wiped the drool from his face, nodding.

"She was already going to stay here, brat. You didn't need to rat on me," he snapped, now standing. Slender shook his head.

"So you all were going to invite someone knew into our home without confronting me first?" His voice was stern, almost like an angry dads would be. "Jeff, you're going to be a lot nicer to this girl. Sally, you can keep your friend, but you must talk to me about these things first," his voice softened while talking to the small girl. "(Y/n)." His voice boomed once more, causing her to jump slightly. "You and Jeff are going to come to my office and straighten this out now. We will not have violence around Sally." He moved his head, facing Jeff. "You out of all people, know that. Or do I need to remind you once more?" His voice deepened, static filling the room. (Y/n)'s ears popped almost immediately, causing her to throw her hands up to her ears, closing them.

As the static died down, he lifted a hand towards the girl that still sat still on the bed. "You'll be coming with me now."~