Hidden Deception (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter 10

??? POV
I'm going to kill Jeff!
I mean, sure he's my friend and all, and we hang out most of the time, but to disappear from the mansion for a month?! That's unacceptable!
The idiot probably got himself into trouble again... And zalgo knows what Slenderp is going to do to him... Probably take all of his knives away, or keep him from killing.
I swear to zalgo if he got stuck in a fangirls basement again I am going to be pissed.
Last time it ended with Masky getting a dildo thrown at him...

WELL ANYWAY, JEFF IS GOING TO BE IN A TON OF TROUBLE!

Readers POV

"Shut up."
"No you shut up."
"Nah."
"Bitch..."
"Thank you, I try."
"Ugh, you are so annoying..."
"As are you."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"GLADLY!"

The next thing I know, Jeff has once again tackled me...
Why does he keep doing that? Ugh...

"Get off fatass..."
"Nah your comfy."
"I hate you."
"The feeling's mutual."
"Get off!"
"Nope."

A sigh escaped my lips before I poked his ribs, only to be surprised to hear him chuckle.
So I did it again, this made him laugh a bit more.

"Stop..."
"Nope."
I kept poking his side, seeing him quickly get off, laughing his ass off.
The famous Jeff the Killer was ticklish... Who would of thought?
I smirked and sat up, looking at the now quiet killer as he crossed his arms and pouted slightly looking away while looking down at the ground.
He looked kind of...cute?
SHUT UP Y/N!

Time Skip
I was laying in bed, about to go to sleep, and watching YouTube videos.
My eyes started to close before a familiar little furball lied down next to me. A smile spread on my lips before lala land took over my mind.

Later that night, I felt something cold against my back, as soon as I felt it, it was replaced with pain, as something started to cut into my flesh.
My instincts instantly kicked in as I swung my leg backwards at whoever was currently performing the act.
I heard a small gasp and a loud "thump" as the person fell onto the ground. I quickly sat up, wincing slightly, but overcome the pain as it was easily replaced by adrenaline.
I looked to see who the stranger was, grateful that I had left my lamp on earlier.
My eyes widened as I saw the person standing before me.
Dark blue jeans, black hoodie, and...
A navy blue mask.
My breath hitched in my throat as I saw one of the strongest creepypasta's, Eyeless Jack.
I felt a slight amount of fear as he stood up and tilted his head menacingly. I could almost feel his smirk as he took a step toward me.
I suddenly remembered who I was, and that I had captured one of his kind in my basement. I had no reason to be a puny little bitch that got killed by some motherfucker in a mask.
I narrowed my eyes into a menacing glare, staring into his empty black sockets as black tar dripped out of them.
He paused, tilting his head a little more, probably wondering why I wasn't begging for him not to kill me or screaming for help.
I put my hand under my pillow where my switchblade was located, seeing him stiffen up, wondering what I was doing. I felt the handle of my trusty blade and gripped it tightly.
A "flick" sound echoed throughout the room before a discreet smirk shone on my face.
At that moment he dashed forward.
Game on.