Im in love with a killer (jeff the killer fan fiction)

I knew he was the one

After petting Smile for a while, I noticed. Jeff was the one.

The one steeling what should have been MY MURDERS.

I got up "I'll be back Smile. I'm gonna go feed you" I opened my window and jumped out.

JEFF'S POV

What has gotten into me, why did I kiss her, was I actually in to her ... And was she drinking? But besides that, I should get the stuff she threw at me, out of my eyes.

I stubble to the bath room and wash my face and washed out my eyes. God that hurt, but I found it kinda necessary she did that, I did kiss her out of nowhere. I should really go talk to her about that. I walked to the bedroom door, I tried to open it, it was locked. "Jessie, open up" I said. I viggerasly shake the door, trying to get it open. I kick the door down. She's not in here. I look around for her "Jessie?" I call out. No answer. I check the closet, not there either. I noticed the window was open. "JESSIE?!?" I yell out the window.

"What?" I hear from below. I look, it was Jessie. "I went to get Smile some good food." At that, she climbs in the window. She had bloody intentions in her hands and throws them at Smile. He gobbles them up like its nothing. Typical Smile.

I pet Smile when he finished. "Good boy" I said to him. I turn to look at Jessie. "Jessie?" I say shaking a bit.

"Ugh, what do you want?" She said, glaring over at me. Her eyes burning into my soul.

"Well, I just wanted to say, sorry about earlier, I just wasn't thinking."

"You never think" he said bluntly.

"Wh-what"

She snickered "you never plan out your murders, plus, you leave traces, it's a wonder they never caught you."

I stood there in wonder and shock. "Well, it's just my way of murdering people" I said.

"Well, it's a shitty way" she said.

"WELL IT WORKS FOR ME" I yelled at her.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP IT UP, YOU'LL GET CAUGHT EVENTUALLY" she yelled back.

"PLANNING TAKES TOO LONG" I yelled. She looked at me.

Next thing I know, I'm being hung by my neck out of the window by her hand. I was grasping her hand, trying to catch my breath. "Listen you erigant little prick, planning wouldn't take so long if you know what you're doing. Plus, I would have planned things a lot sooner if you never put me back to sleep every time I was trying to wake up."

"Don't call me a prick" I said still trying to get out of her grasp. She held my neck tighter.

"Don't change the subject." She said, the red in her eyes grew bigger.

"How was I putting you to sleep?" I asked, still struggling, dangling from her grasp from out of the window.

"You, singing me that stupid lullaby, every time I had 'night terrors', that was me trying to wake up, I'm just so sick of you putting me to sleep, so I woke up when she was awake ... She will never be awake again, I killed her" she said.

My eyes widened "I'm sorry, I didn't know" I said, gasping for breath.

"You ... don't know ... A thing" she said then flung me in the window, onto the floor.

I coughed and coughed. I even coughed up a little blood. I stayed on the floor for a while, I felt like I shouldn't get up. "H-how did you kill her?" I asked.

She looked at me. "It was hard, but I did, I can still use her, but she won't be the one talking." She said and started laughing. She walked to her bed, there was a vodka bottle on it. She picked it up. "Want some?" She offered. I nodded. Might as well ease my pain. She walked out if the room and came back with a glass. She handed it to me and poured the vodka in it. I drank some.