CreepyPasta oneshots

Jeff the killer X Reader (any gender)

His hands hovered over their hips. His left hand came up and grazed their soft pink lips, as his face came closer. His breath was minty but it was foul. It was a stench so strong they could taste it. His expression changed when his hand returned and grabbed their hips. A whimper escaped from their soft pink lips. His eternal smile threatened to split his face further, his smile widening from the pure pleasurable sound he received.

Tears fell from their face, one after another. His knife scrapped lightly against their bare back skin, making small graze marks flow in lines. He pushed his body towards theirs, leaving no gap for them to struggle. His left hand went up to their shoulder, where he had dug his knife deep to cut of the delicate nerves that allowed their control over the movement of their arms. No more nasty punches to the jaw like before.

A stifled howl of pain echoed from their mouth when his finger dug into the deep wound on their shoulder. He was struggling to breathe now, his breathe became heavy and he started to pant. All it took was one swift strike and he would have them forever. No more worries of losing them, no more worries of them leaving or dying. They will stay eternally beautiful. Eternally his.

"W-why?"

The way they whimpered, the way they screamed in pain. It was like taking ecstasy for the first time. He loved it. He loved the feeling of pure enjoyment and pain. He wanted it to last longer, but they drove him crazy. He liked it but hates it.

"Because baby,"

His voice hissed through the cold atmosphere of the old apartment. It stung their ears from the sudden deep noise.

"You drive me over the edge."

His left hand plunged into the wound, this time earning a scream louder then he thought was possible. His knife entered in their back through the kidney, causing the loud shout become stiff and ragged. He laughed when their body fell slight forward. Blood covering his hand and knife. He pulled it out and let out a shaky breath. It was all so fun. All so exciting like taking countless drugs. The knife hovered over top half of their back, he positions it so it would be right behind the heart. Eyeless jacks books came in handy for once, even with all the lectures.

They pleaded. The look of fear and worry implanted in their eyes, he laughed. It was beautiful. His knife plunged deep in their back, catching some of the rib on the way. He removed it and stepped back to admire the view. They stood their. Swaying back and forth and for a minute, he thought he'd missed their heart. But excellent results returned to meet him when they dropped to the floor. They stopped moving after a minute. He laughed harder and his face displayed horrific glee. The blood seeping through his clothing and the floor. They were now forever his and his alone. They were his eternal drug.