A Love Triangle (Jeff the KillerxreaderxTicci Toby)

Alive and Murderers

The next day, I wake up, get a quick shower, and get dressed.
As I'm looking in the mirror, I see a face in the window behind me.
I jump, and look to see who it is.
It's.... TOBY?!?!
I thought he was dead!
I open the window and let him in.
He's covered in blood.
"Wh-what happened?" I ask.
Toby is now wearing goggles, something with a smile pattern over his mouth, a striped hoodie, and jeans.
"Shhh, (y/n), take me to your room, then we can talk." he answers.
As I'm walking to my room, I see he's carrying two bloody hatchets.
What did he do?
My head is full of questions.
Once we get into my room, he shuts and locks the door.
"What did you do, and why are you here? I thought you were dead!" I shout.
"Shhh! I thought I was, too, until someone saved me." he says.
"You still didn't answer my question." I state.
"Well, let's just say I have a bloody job now." he responds.
"You aren't doing what I think you're doing, are you?" I ask in fear.
He's killing people!
How is that a job?!?!
"Yes, I am. Don't fear me! I don't want to hurt you. You and Jeff were the only kind people I knew. Now the same is happening to Jeff, isn't it?" he answers.
"I don't kn-know. H-how can I trust y-you?" I ask.
"If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it already. Unless..."
He holds a hatchet up to my throat.
"Unless, you want to die by my hand. I can and will."
"N-n-no!"
"Good."
He turns on the tv to see the news.
The headline reads, "Woods Family Murdered".
"What has happened the in the past week it a real tragedy, but there has been another murder." says the newsman.
"This time, it was an entire family. We cannot place a body count yet, but we believe the suspect is none other than Jeffery Woods himself. Neighbors says they saw him leave the house after hearing a boy scream. We believe that boy may have been Jeffery's brother, Liu."
There's a breeze in the room.
I see that the window is open, when I made sure I closed it.
I get up, close it, and sit next to Toby, once again.
My phone buzzes.
It's a text from Jeff that reads, "Guess who's here!"
"Oh, God." I let out.
Jeff pops out from under my bed, a bloodied knife in his hand.
He looks different from the picture on the news yesterday.
He now has a crude smile carved into his cheeks.
There's also blackness around his eyes, suggesting that his eyelids were taken away by some method.
I scream.
"Jeff, stop scaring the poor girl. She's had enough scares to last her a lifetime." Toby says.
"Fine. So, what's up, (y/n)?" Jeff asks blatantly.
"Y-you're a m-murderer! Th-that's what's up!" I shout in fear.
Toby puts his arm around me in an effort to comfort me, and it works.
I feel much more comfortable, although he's a murderer too.
At least I know he won't actually kill me!
"I'm sorry, (y/n). I can't go against God's will. I won't kill you, though. If I wanted to, I would've done it already." Jeff assures me.
"You referenced a song..." I say.
"Well I guess I did!" he responds.
(Guess what song was referenced!)
He sits next to me and wraps his arm around me.
I feel safe.
They may be murderers, but they're my friends and I...
I close my eyes and just get wrapped up in their warmth.
Suddenly, there's banging on the door and my mom starts yelling, "What's wrong? I heard screaming and male voices!"
"I'm fine mom! I'm just hanging out with my friends! We're roleplaying!" I yell back, nervous.
The banging stops and my mom shouts, "Can I meet these boys? I'd like to see them."
Shit!
"What do we do?" Toby whispers.
"I don't know! Your bloody clothes and weapons are a big problem. So is your face, Jeff." I whisper back.
"They want to meet you later, mom." I shout.
"Okay, that's fine. I just would like to meet them today." she answers and I hear her walking away.
"Good, that buys us a little time." Jeff states.
"I could use makeup for your face, but I don't know what to do about your guys's clothes." I say.
"Nice English." Toby says sarcastically.
"I don't think that's the problem right now!" I scream.
"I'll look in my closet for some clothes. I might have some because I wear my dad's old clothes to bed." I say.
"Good thinking!" Jeff exclaims.
Sure enough, I find two pairs of jeans, a leather jacket, and a gray t-shirt.
"Wait a minute... Where will we change?" Toby asks, blushing.
True.
That is an issue.
"I can hide in the closet and you can just change..." I suggest.
"Nonsense, we just change here." Jeff says while taking his shirt off.
"I'll hide in the closet!" I get out before going into the closet and locking the door.
Dear God, Jeff is gutsy!
I can hear him saying, "Well, I guess she didn't want any of that."
I can feel myself blushing imagining the scene.
It would be too much for my teenage brain to handle!
I have my phone in my pocket, so I text (y/bff/n).
Me: hey
(y/bff/n): hey gurl! How's your day been so far?
I have to think a bit before answering.
Me: in one word: exhausting
(y/bff/n): why has it been so exhausting?
Me: BOYS.
(y/bff/n): don't tell me...
Me: yea...
(y/bff/n): you have to report them to the police! They killed people! They are not trustworthy!
Me: I can't... I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to do it!
(y/bff/n): do you need me to come over there and help you?!?!
Me: no! I've got this. Just leave me to it, okay?
(y/bff/n): fine, but if I find out that more people are being killed by them, I'm going to find them and take all of you to the police!
Geez, I didn't mean for it to get like this.