"Secrets, not lies." Jeff the killer x reader

"I need my headphones."

Y/n sat in her room, listening to "Nintendo 64" -by 'Alex G' as the rain drops hit her window.

She had spent hours crying, and had only just stopped, but couldn't keep her eyes away from the dry blood and fresh cuts on her arm. The stinging pain was almost unbearable, but she did it to herself, so there was nobody to blame but her.

She heard faint footsteps, just assuming it was her mom coming to tell her that dinner was ready, so she rolled down her sleeves to cover up the self inflicted damage and turned down her music.

There was no knock.

The footsteps didn't come to her door.

They faded.

She ignored it and turned her music back up, but after a few minutes, a loud scream echoed through the house, along with cries from her mother, but the crying stops.

She immediately took off her headphones with wide eyes. The silence was so loud.

She grabbed the razorblade that had been set on her bedside table, and slowly opened the door with heavy breath.

A man. A man was standing there. Right infront of her door.

Not just any man. He looked...very off putting. He wore a white hoodie which was covered in blood, black skinny jeans which had rips in the knees, and black converse that also had blood on them. He looked to be a teenager. He had medium length black hair, it was kind of messy, and had small outward curls at the tips. His face...his face was the worst thing of all. He had two slits in his cheeks, from ear to ear. He had a terrifying smirk on his face that you can tell is there, even with the slits that sort of make it look like he's always smiling. Those eyes...those piercing blue eyes, it felt like he was staring into her soul. His whole appearance was off putting and scary.

She jumped back and yelled. "Who the fuck are you?! Get the fuck away from me, y-you psycho!"

"Shh...I'm gonna give you a choice. Do what I say, or I'll kill you." The boy said, holding a knife over his head. His voice was raspy and quiet, kind of scary, but also relaxing?...in a way.

"U-uh...okay...okay." She said, hesitantly, sliding the blade into her pocket.

"Good. I need you. It would've been a shame for you to die.." He whispers, lowering his arms.

"...what? What do you mean?" She asked, tilting her head

"You're gonna work for me, and my boss. You'll be staying with us too" He said, surprisingly calm.

It made her upset that he was so normal about it. Was he always this nonchalant? Her eyes narrowed. "No."

"Wrong answer." He quickly brings down the knife and stabs her, the knife now in her thigh as blood quickly makes its way down her thigh.

She tries to scream, but he pulls her close, her back to his chest. One arm around her neck, and his hand on her mouth. All that comes out is muffled cries and whimpers.

"Are you gonna be good?" He asks, still calm.

She nods, and he lets go of her. She falls to the floor and grabs the knife, slowly pulling it out of her thigh. She quietly sobs and pulls it out, blood streaming down her leg as she quietly curses and cries.

"Come on, princess. We can't keep slender waiting." He snaps at her, causing her to flinch and try to stand up, but fails and falls to the floor.

"Oh my god. Get up!" He yells.

"I- I can't! You fucking stabbed my leg! I kinda need it to walk!" She yells back.

His eyes narrow, and he sighs, lifting her into his arms and carrying her, quickly walking out of her room.

"No- wait!" She tugs on the strings of his hoodie.

"What?" He asks, seeming calm again.

"I need my headphones." She said, pointing to her bed, where they were sitting.