Creepypasta X Reader Oneshots

Jeff The Killer x Reader

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You sighed as you entered your bedroom, plopping onto your bed with a huff. You snuggled into your pillows, tired and absolutely DONE with school. Thank goodness today was your last day. Tomorrow, your summer break would be in full swing. And you couldn't be happier about it. No more work, no more teachers, no more people in general. But at the moment, you were feeling bitter and moody because of the day you had. Why did math have to be so aggravating!?!

You pouted a little, pulling out your phone in hopes to watch some YouTube videos so as to just make the feeling go away on its own. It always worked, so this time would be no different. Minutes turned to hours, time passing by unnoticed as you laughed at the gameplay you were currently watching. It was now nearly midnight. You hadn't even noticed the sun go down, nor had you noticed the full moon rise to its peak. Blinking a couple of times, you stand, changing into your pajamas so as to be more comfortable. Everyone else in the house was bound to be asleep by now, so you tried your best to be silent as you creeped downstairs, just to make sure the door was locked, like you did every night.

There had been talk of a serial killer running about in the next town over. You weren't taking any chances.

Returning to your room, you smoothed out your (f/c) top before flopping onto your bed in the starfish position. Sleep was calling your name. And tomorrow, you were gonna do nothing but waste your life on the internet and watch television all day. The ideal way to start your summer, you thought.

A couple of hours passed. You were fast asleep, and the night was silent. It was 2:37 in the morning, of course it was silent. Who would be out at this time???

Try a teenage boy dressed in a white hoodie. THAT'S who would be out at this time. Perched in a tree outside of your window. Watching you. His hood hid his features, but the moon provided just enough light to see his ash black hair that fell loosely from his white hood and his ghastly pale lower face. And it exposed his malicious smile perfectly, allowing the carved-in grin to be seen plain as day. It seemed to grow impossibly wider as the boy let out a low chuckle.

There you were, laying in bed, unaware of your awaiting death. How easy. All he had to do was open your window and crawl in. You had been foolish enough to forget to lock it. Silly, silly girl, (Y/n). Silly indeed.

But, he had to admit...you looked pretty cute in your (f/c) sleepwear, curled up like a cat. This wasn't the first time he sat on this branch, watching you. Truth was, he had been stalking you for about three weeks now, planning the best way to end you. And as much as he hated to admit....he had taken a liking to you. When you took your little walks in the park, he followed, hearing you sing along to your music when no one was around and hearing you talk to yourself about your bad days. He liked the way your brain worked. And perhaps.....he liked....you.

((A/N: Ha ha, cliffhanger! Mwahahahaha! Don't hate me. I may do another part if people want, but I like the way this ended. Whateves. Up to you all, my little Atomic Bombshells! Bye for now! OH! And I WILL do requests, guys! I can only hope they come out the way you want them! Bye bye, Beauties!))