Male!readers x Creepypastas

x Jeff the killer♥

Eeehhhhhh tbh not a favorite
pasta guy :'v idk I just... really dislike Jeff for a few reasons but I'm doing this for you lovelies~ I honestly don't know what to do for this one but imma just go for it :') wish me luck! (Rip me)
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Your POV:

I sat on my couch bundled up in my layers of blankets watching some cheesy horror film in the middle of the night. Why you ask? Cause I'm not tired, and I don't have work so why the fuck not?
I shifted around a bit trying to get comfortable, wrapping the blankets closer to my body to get some warmth, but groaned cause it wasn't enough. Damn it cold weather... and dammit cheap apartment.
I sighed in defeat getting up from the couch wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and headed to the thermostat in the hallway. I hate touching the thermostat because it costs alot of money and I don't really have much of it, thanks to my low paying job. I set the temperature and I headed back to the couch to finish up the movie.
I watched in boredom as the lady was hiding from the murder under her bed as she clutched the phone with her life.
"That's a horrible hiding spot lady, and you better check if that phone's on silent or something!" I laughed in amusement. And as if on cue, the phone rang loudly make the lady panic fumbling with the phone to turn it off. The killer busted down the door and went straight to her and pulled her out from her ankle. She screamed loudly and tried kicking him but he stabbed her through her chest and she went limp. "That was it? Really? They could've thought of a better ending than that." I said to myself as I watched as the end credits rolled. I saw a flash of light come from the window and heard a low rumble. Huh... the weather man didn't say anything about thunder or lightning... whatever it's not a big deal. I reached out to grab the remote and turned off the tv, there was probably nothing else good on this time of night anyways. I got up and stretched a bit and headed to my bedroom.
I walked in without bothering to close the door and landed on my bed with a soft thud. I cuddled against my pillow and let out a small sigh. Just as I was about drift off into sleep, I heard a thud like as if something had fallen over followed by creaking noises. I looked over to the door not moving from the bed and listened for anything else. Another flash of light and then the rumbling came and then I gasped and got up quickly to my feet. I saw a shadow of a person from the hallway... the worst thing was I could have sworn the person's shadow had what looked like a knife in their hand.
My chest was pounding and I was shaking badly. I went to my nightstand and opened the drawer. Oh shit oh shit where's my phone!?!? I yelled mentally at myself as I looked around tearing my things apart quickly yet quietly as I could. I tried to remember the last place I had it and it was when..... I was in the living room... FUCKING HELL. Why is it when I need it the most my phone is somewhere else???
I heard a door creak open and I froze in my place, I looked to my door. No one's there. I let out a sigh of relief, they're probably looking in another room! The person still haven't found me yet! If... they ever find me.
I ducked down under my bed to get my expandable baton I had kept hidden incase of situations like this.
I had never used it yet except for that one time the guy I bought it from was showing me how to use it... and I couldn't wait to try it out again. As I was already out from under my bed I felt a sharp pain pushing down on my waist causing me to groan loudly and to start struggling. What the fuck, how did I not see them?!
I glared up at the person above me and it was soon replaced with fear when I got a good look of their face.
"Well well... what do we have here?" He said grinning psychotically. My vision began to blur and my mouth became terribly dry.

Jeff's POV:

I opened the door, cringing a bit when the door kept squeaking, then carefully looked inside... oh it's just the bathroom. Well at least this house is really small so that means (f/n) would be easier to find. Once I do find him, I'll make sure he dies slowly...and painfully... and hopefully I'll be back to my "normal" self. I looked to my left and see the door wide open at the end of the hallway and grinned. I made my way inside quietly but only by the doorway. Where the hell is he? I heard some faint shuffling from under the bed. Heh, he had to go for the most obvious hiding spot ever. I walked over to the side and saw him half way under the bed, his shirt was raised a bit showing some of his (s/c) skin, his soft (s/c) skin... UGH FUCK OFF STUPID THOUGHTS.
I snapped out of It and I just stood above him watching what he was going to do next with my head cocked to the side because in all honesty, I had no fucking clue what this kid was doing. If he was trying to hide, he was definitely doing a terrible job. After a few seconds, he finally started to crawl out slowly with a baton in his hand. So that's what he was doing. As he was coming out from under the bed, I slammed my foot onto his waist causing him to groan loudly in pain.
He picked up his head and gave me a dark look but then I felt him tense up underneath me and his facial expression changed causing me to smirk.

"Well well... what do we have here?" I said as I pushed down a little harder on him. He just layed there, not even struggling staring up at me with the most terrified look on his face, tears began to brim in the corners of his (e/c) eyes and his lips began to quiver a bit. I couldn't wait to carve a smile into his skin, but I couldn't because he was already too beautiful... even more so than me... but that's why I need to kill him. I want to destory his innocence, he's too perfect and it pisses me off so much that it makes my stomach feel weird.
I kneeled over him and grabbed a fist full of his hair roughly cause him to yell in pain. I raised my other hand that I held my knife in and placed it by the corner of his mouth causing him to panick and struggle. I felt a stinging lump in the back of my throat as I watched (y/n) sob trying to get away from my grasp.
"I... I hate you so much. So fucking much. Why are you so damn perfect? Everything about you... it makes my head hurt. Your smile...your eyes...your hair...everything. Just looking at your face makes me sick. How? How is it possible that... that you're so much more beautiful than me!?! This isn't fair!!!" I practically screamed in his petrified face. My eyes began to blur and I quickly wiped my eyes. Fuck why the hell am I crying right now? What's there to cry about?
"Well (y/n)... you're not going to be perfect anymore... so Go to sl-ARGGH!!" I yelled out in pain clutching to the side of my jaw letting (y/n) go from my grip. I tried to reach out and grab him before he manages to escape but he whacks me again with the baton on my hand, knocking the knife out of my hand and hearing a few cracks causing me to yell louder due to the throbbing pain in my hand and jaw. He gets up and runs out the room. I growl and quickly grab my knife and went after him, ignoring the now dulling pain.

Your POV:

I can't believe I managed to hit the bastard!!! Haha!! I gotta remind myself to have a small victory party for myself... that is if I make it out alive. I ran to the front door and practically sprinted out without even daring to look behind me. It's been 5 minutes doing nothing except running for my life to somewhere safe and my lungs were already burning. Damn, I need to get in better shape. I should've just went to a neighbor's and called the police from there but I guess the adrenaline took over and I just really wanted to get away from that guy.
I wiped the sweat forming from my forehead and took slow deep breaths to calm down. I know I shouldn't stop but I was getting sore and tired. I shifted my head, looking everywhere at my surroundings... I'm at a park. Well shit, not the best place to stop especially if a crazy psycho is after you. Usually alot of trouble happens in parks especially this time of night er.. morning. I looked around some more seeing it was quiet... eerily quiet. I looked around again just to be sure I wasn't being followed by him and began to head towards the police station that was probably a few minutes away from here. I was too tired to start running again, and it seemed he was nowhere in sight so... I guess I'll be alright for now as long as I keep my guard up.
I walked passed the park restrooms until I heard loud rapid steps from behind me, I turned around ready to defend myself but I was hit with something hard. Then I blacked out.

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Okay! Sooooo I know I've been out for a looooong ass time and I honestly don't have a good reason for my brief disappearance. But this might become a two parter as well cause apparently I have a few ideas for this one (even tho jeff is still one of my least faves, weird right?) Well anyways, I'm going to try to write more often if I'm not busy procrastinating and such :'v
I hAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOUR REQUESTS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE SO DON'T WORRY. But thank you for patiently waiting and for reading my sins :') I love you all♥
((P.s. the second part should be done by tomorrow night or saturday at the latest, if not I give you permission to kick my ass :'v))