𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 - Jeff the Killer x Fem Reader

☠︎︎☼☽ 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮𝔂 ☾☼☠︎︎

Y/N froze, her heart stopping in her chest as she slowly turned her head to meet the gaze of Liu, Jeff's brother.

"What are you doing out of the basement?" He asked stoicly, lacking a will to care.

"Jeff let me out." Y/N said softly, flushing with embarrassment by being caught looking for a weapon.

Liu took his hand away from her shoulder, and their eyes met. He surprisingly didn't look too different than what she expected, unlike Jeff.

He stared at her before turning to leave out the door, his eyes locked with hers the entire time. When he finally left, she blinks her eyes. This all felt like some awful dream or a nightmare.

Y/N stepped away from where Liu had left and toward the hallway. She slid her hand against the drywall as she walked, using it so she wouldn't fall over nauseated.

Her eyes scanned the hall until she found a door with a bunch of knife holes in it. She suspected that it was Jeff's room, so she pushed it open.

The room wasn't as bad as she had thought. It was a little dusty and... old.

Her nose scrunched as she stepped inside to snoop around, and she walked over to a mirror that leaned against one of the walls.

Y/N's heart fell to her stomach when she saw herself. She looked older by at least ten years. Dirt and small bloodstains covered her clothes.

She felt her own face as she stared into the mirror before slowly turning to face the doorway. Her eyes widened as she met eyes with Jeff.

"What are you doing in my space?" He asked bitterly.

"Sorry, I was just looking around." Y/N stuttered, hugging herself around her waist. Her heart started to pick up in her chest, and she felt a familiar sting behind her eyes. "I don't know where I am..." She sobbed.

Jeff stared at her blankly.

"You're in my room, dipshit," Jeff said unapologetically, "don't get your tears on my carpet."

Jeff brushed past her toward his nightstand, where empty liquor bottles were cluttered.

Y/N's eyes followed him as he sat on the side of his bed, popping open a fresh bottle of whiskey and taking a swig straight from the source.

"How do you know our names? And I mean really. You can cut the bullshit right now because I'm done with your crazy talk." Jeff said, kicking off his shoes and leaning against the backboard of the bed.

She stared at Jeff, letting a loose strand of hair fall into her face.

"Creepypasta." She said quietly, wiping at her damp eyes with her hands.

"Creepy-huh?" Jeff said, giving her a questioning look.

"Like the internet horror stories?" She explained, looking anxiously around the room.

"You're getting crazier every time you open your mouth." Jeff muttered, taking another swig.

"You don't understand!" Y/N said, rubbing at her eyes. "This isn't how things used to be!"

"Woah, woah, calm down." He said it condescendingly, swirling the liquid around in the bottle. "I'm just saying you don't know what you're talking about."

Y/N slowly removed her hands from her eyes as an idea came to mind. She looked up and went to a window, looking at the trees.

"I need to speak with Slenderman. He can get me out of here." She said.

Jeff sat up, his face looking in disbelief.

"First of all, you can't leave. Second of all, Slenderman hasn't talked to one of us in months, and third of all, if you were to ever find Slenderman, you would be skewered on a tree branch before your second breath." Jeff said, walking towards her with each word.

Y/N took a few steps back.

"You can't keep me here for no reason." Y/N said, furrowing her brows.

Jeff took a swig from the bottle, staring at her as he did.

"I can do what I want." He said coldly.

For some reason, his words sent shivers up her spine and her gut twisted.

She took a step back before starting toward the door. Jeff sighed, screwing the cap on the bottle as she ran out the door.

"Why do they always run?" He asked rhetorically. He set the bottle on the dresser and ran after her, surprising fast.

Y/N was making her way down the hallway and towards the back door, but Jeff was quicker. He grabbed her by the back of her shirt, yanking her back.

"AUGH! Let go of me!" She yelled, clawing at his fingers.

Jeff's thin eyebrows furrowed in irritation, and he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He lifted her off her feet, causing her to kick.

"QUIT THAT SHIT. YOU'RE NOT LEAVING!" Jeff said, groaning as her foot collided with his thigh.

His grip loosened enough for her to push away. Y/N fell to the floor and rushed away again.

Jeff gritted his teeth and ran after her again, unsheathing his knife from his hoodie pocket. As she reached for the door handle, Jeff gripped her hair, pulling her backwards. She fell onto her rear, gasping as the wind was knocked right out of her.

Jeff looked over her, pointing the knife toward her.

"You're a dumbass for even trying to leave." Jeff growled, his anger rising by the moment. "I won't hesitate to cut off your pretty little fingers if you think about touching that door handle again."

Y/N stared up at him, scooting away slowly. Jeff glared and stepped on her shin, causing her to groan in pain.

Silence rung through the house before Jeff leaned down and grabbed Y/N's arm, pulling her up to her feet. His grip remained like iron, enough to bruise later. Jeff pushed her forward, making her walk as he led her back to his room.

He shoved her back inside, locking the door behind him.

"Why are you trying to keep me here?!" Y/N said, her tone distraught as she rubbed the pain away from her arm.

Jeff kept his knife pointed at her before reaching into his pocket. Y/N's eyes widened as he pulled out her keepsake plushie of Jeff...the other Jeff.

He stared down at the stuffed doll before looking back up at her darkly.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Jeff asked, devoid of emotion.

She paused, staring at the Jeff plushie as tears nearly met her eyes again.

"That's mine." She said quietly.

"That's not what I asked." Jeff stepped forward, holding it in front of her face.

She reached out to grab it before Jeff pulled it away with a smirk.

"I found it in your pocket when I dragged you here from the middle of the woods. Tell me where you got it, and I'll give it back." He offered, his knife held loosely in his hand by his side.

"I bought it online." She said plainly, furrowing her eyebrows.

He stared at her before turning the plush to face himself.

"This looks nothing like me." He stated.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Y/N said, gesturing to the plushie. "This is like some weird alternate reality where you aren't just a creepypasta. You're...." She trailed off, not really knowing how to phrase it.

"This is reality." Jeff said plainly, shaking his head. He tossed the plush to her, and she caught it.

"No..." She said, cradling the plushie in her hands. "It's not..."

Jeff reached for the bottle of liquor on the dresser, uncorking it.

"Just keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." Jeff rolled his eyes, taking a fat gulp of the drink and sitting back on the bed. His beady eyes darted back to her before he patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Sit."