𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 - Jeff the Killer x Fem Reader

𖤓✭٭ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴏʀ sʜɪɴᴇ ٭✭𖤓

Y/N's breath grew ragged, and she squirmed in the ropes. Seconds later, bloody, beaten converse descended the stairs. The descend slowly revealed more: dirty, black jeans, a gray bloody hoodie, bandaged hands, and finally, the face of a killer.

Y/N felt the color drain from her face as she locked eyes with Jeff. His skin was deformed and scarred over, and his eyes were sunken in, leaving them bloodshot. His signature carved smile was healed over, leaving a more permanent deformity. And his hair—oh god, his hair looked like someone plucked most of it out.

Her jaw dropped, and dread settled heavily in her gut.

Toby was quick to follow Jeff down the stairs, pointing a finger at Y/N.

"She's awake! See! She's-" Toby shouted before being cut off by Jeff's hand pushing his face away.

"No shit, Sherlock." Jeff snapped, staring at her with his beady eyes.

"What do we...we do with her now?" Toby said, pushing Jeff's hand away and standing next to Y/N, who was still looking at Jeff with disbelief.

"Bring her upstairs." Jeff said, his voice laced with unamusement.

Toby grinned and grabbed the back of her chair, dragging it toward the staircase.

"W-wait!" Y/N said frantically as she was dragged up the stairs, resulting in the painful thump of each step. She gritted her teeth as she was dragged from the basement and into a dining area.

It smelled of mildew and cigarette smoke. Her nose scrunched as she was spun around to face the two, along with another in the kitchen, who she couldn't quite see.

"What were you doing in our woods?" Jeff said, grabbing the back of the chair from Toby and leaning closer in an intimidating manner.

Y/N gulped.

"I..." She muttered, "I was following you guys..." She continued.

They stared at her bewildered before looking at each other, trying to figure out what she was saying like it was a coded message. Toby looked at her.

"Why... would you do that?" Toby asked plainly, brandishing his rusty hatchet in his hand.

"We were all friends! You said we were going to go into the woods and run around." Y/N explained, almost not believing her own words.

The boys both let out a chuckle, looking at her like she was the insane one.

"Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought." Jeff said, peaking around her head and touching a sore spot.

She winced, looking at Jeff pulling bloody fingers from behind her head.

"Go get the first aid kit from the closet." Jeff ordered Toby, inspecting the thick blood on his finger tips.

"But she-"

"Go." Jeff said harshly, looking at him with an upset gaze.

Toby scoffed, and he turned on his foot, walking down a dark hallway.

Y/N stared at the blood that came from her skull, wondering just how hard she fell.

"Where did you come from?" Jeff inquired, devoid of feeling.

She blinked, confused.

"What do you mean..? The mansion or my house..?" She replied, looking up at him.

His thin brows furrowed, and he tilted his head. Before he could ask more follow-up questions, Toby came back with a medical kit. He gave it to Jeff, no questions asked.

"I'm gonna go..." Toby said awkwardly, giving Y/N a hint of a dirty look before walking through the backdoor.

Jeff took a pocket knife from his back pocket and flipped it open. Her heart skipped a beat as he started to cut the ropes.

"Don't move." Jeff said, cutting each rope until she was freed.

When the rope dropped to the floor, she rubbed her arms and wrists. Jeff set the kit on the counter and dug through it, getting some wipes and medication for the wound.

Y/N froze into ice as he carded his fingers through the hair around the wound, but the feeling was overtaken by a sharp pain. She cursed, but Jeff continued to wipe up the dried blood.

"Who brought you to the woods?" Jeff asked, not exactly gentle with his cleaning.

"You, and our friends," Y/N said, tensing at the pain, "Ben, Jack, Toby, and you."

Jeff paused.

"Jack? And who's Ben?" Jeff asked, smearing the medication on the wound.

"Eyeless Jack? Ben Drowned?" She said, as if the names were supposed to ring a bell.

"I don't know a Ben," he said, wiping his hands on his hoodie and closing up the medication case. "Last time I saw EJ was when he tried to gut me."

Y/N's heart dropped, and she gently touched around the sore area on her head. She was almost relieved that EJ was still around, but the last part made her feel less than hopeful.

Jeff looked at her inquisitively.

"Who are you?" He asked briefly.

"Y/N." She replied, sticking her hands in her pockets. She felt her heart drop again from the emptiness of her pocket. Her plush was gone. She glanced around before Jeff took notice.

"What are ya lookin' for?" He asked, tilting his head.

She glanced back up at him.

"Nothing." He said, sitting back in the seat.

Jeff scanned her with his eyes before turning on his foot and going towards the same door Toby left.

"Don't go anywhere; I need to figure out what we're going to do with you." He said, taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he went outside.

It looked to be nighttime, maybe even a little rainy out too. Y/N sat up a little taller, staring at the door, and when she was sure he was gone, she stood. Y/N held her forehead as dizziness crashed over her like a wave.

Y/N reached out for the counter to brace herself as she looked around for something she could use for emergencies. She stumbled to the kitchen, fumbling through drawers and cupboards. There was instant ramen, canned preservatives, and random tools, but nothing that could do enough damage or be hidden easily.

While searching, she glimpsed around, and her eyes landed on the window to the outside. Y/N could see the back of Jeff's balding, scarred head, and it made her grieve what she had before. She watched as he took a drag of his cigarette and leaned against the railing.

She shook her head slowly, only one thought in mind.

I have to get out of here...

Not long after the thought, she felt a hand on her shoulder.