SMILE | Jeff the Killer x Reader

9: Deal with the Devil

A cold chill encapsulated (Y/N)'s body as time seemed to freeze around her, all other thoughts discarded. She felt numb at the sudden revelation. How did she not notice before? He was the man from that article. Now that she had time to think it over, it made so much sense. It was him 100 percent. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her hands felt clammy.

(Y/N) cleared her throat and proceeded to half smile, trying not to seem nervous in front of "Jeff" even if she had every reason to be. "Right um.. nice to meet you Jeff. I'm (Y/N)." Maybe being polite will help keep him calm.

"I didn't fucking ask but okay, (Y/N). When the fuck am I getting out of these?!" he cursed loudly, causing (Y/N) to flinch.

Regaining composure, (Y/N) continued, "You're not. Do you think I'm stupid?" she frowned deeply. Jeff snorted.

"Honestly yeah kinda. You tied up the killer but now you're just talking to him because you have no plan. The fuck are you gaining out of this, eh?" he snickered.

"I could say the same to you. What the fuck are you gaining from killing innocents?" (Y/N) scoffed and burned holes into his eyes with her gaze.

"It's all for my amusement girly. Who cares if a little blood spills? People look so good covered in red anyway." Jeff's eyes glinted and his smile twitched at his words. (Y/N) contorted her face in disgust. "You're a sick fuck."

"That's me baby!" the smiling man laughed enthusiastically causing (Y/N)'s disgust to grow deeper. The complete lack of empathy was disturbing to her.

"So all of these lives lost mean nothing to you? You're heartless. What if it was you?" (Y/N) prodded. Jeff stared at her for a moment before chuckling darkly, "Well it's good that I don't have to worry about that right sweetheart?"

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose not appreciating his mockery. As she was about to open her mouth to speak again, she was interrupted. "So do you live here alone?" Jeff asked casually.

"No, why?" (Y/N) rubbed her hands and raised a brow at the sudden question.

"Just wondering if there will be anyone to find your mangled body after we are done with our chit chat." he smirked.

The absolute audacity and confidence this man exuded made (Y/N) spiral. How was he so sure of himself when he was the one who was tied up. Something about this, angered the (H/C) girl.

Reaching for the gun in her pocket, she took it out and promptly rested it against his forehead, finger on the trigger.

"Listen here you shit. Unless you're stupid you would know you are the one that's tied up. Not me. You're the one that's weaponless. Not me! So behave unless you want your brain splattered on my walls." she threatened, clenching her teeth.

Jeff raised both his eyebrows in surprise but said nothing. The two individuals remained motionless, maintaining strong eye contact. (Y/N)'s hold not wavering, the cold end of the pistol pressed tightly against his leathery forehead.

Jeff chuckled, knocking them out of their staring contest. "Alright. No funny business. How about we make a deal?" he proposed. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows in question, "Go on." Prodding his forehead slightly with the gun.

"I don't kill you and you don't kill me. Seems pretty fair right?"

(Y/N) bit her lip in thought. The deal itself was straightforward but how could she trust a serial killer? He could easily lie and kill her anyway. There was a lot of risk involved. "How could I trust you? Also you do realize I could call the police right now. This deal doesn't have to happen." she questioned.

"I'm surprised you haven't already. I guess little miss (Y/N) likes to have quality time with murderers. But anyway, how about this? Along with the shit I already said, how about I add more to the deal. I will offer you my protection in return if you don't call the police." Jeff stated, blowing away a rogue strand of hair that fell on his face.

"Protection? Protection from what, the fuck? I can protect myself clearly." (Y/N) scoffed at the ridiculous suggestion, however that was short lived when Jeff suddenly exclaimed, "Listen girly, there is far worse things out there than me. You never know when they will stumble across your sickly sweet little town. I know how to take care of them. You don't."

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, looked down slightly and deeply thought about his proposal. It was insane. Absolutely insane to accept. However a part of her, desperately wanted to see where this would go. Curiosity killed the cat.

Glancing up at him, she hesitantly agreed, "Deal. But, I will be taking some safety measures for the time being. I don't trust you one bit. First of all, you're staying in that chair for now. Second of all, I'm not giving you your knife back."

Jeff groaned and threw his head back in annoyance, "Seriously woman?! Shit, all my muscles are cramping up here! Give me back my knife!" he whined.

"Fuck no. I already accepted your deal and I think keeping your life is enough." (Y/N) argued. "Now excuse me, I'm going to bed."

"Oh fuck no you're not! Get back here and give me my shit! You bitch!" Jeff cussed and yelled angrily but (Y/N) was already halfway gone. She needed well deserved rest.

Her body ran on adrenaline for so long that she didn't realize how much her body ached. She was exhausted and borderline delirious. Once she reached her room, she locked her door and checked she had Jeff's knife and her gun. Immediately she clocked out for the night, allowing herself to be consumed by the darkness.