Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 18: Another reason

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This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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It was then realization had dawned up on you. It felt as if all the pieces of a puzzle were finally complete, as if the gears on your head finnaly began to turn at their full rate. All this information overload was being collected and turned into one big but clear picture. You had been lied to, you had been deceived for all this time.

But you did get the answer you wanted. The answer of the question which had haunted you for several weeks, the main cause of your pondering, of your headaches.

You finnaly knew why you had been taken.

Lola's father.

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He was the one causing all this demise onto you, onto your friends and even onto his own daughter. You now knew what they meant by this Creepypasta project. It was that project they had been working on. Another thought sneered through your head when they mentioned that 'thing'.

They couldn't be looking for that blueprint? That supposedly 'failed' blueprint Lola hid? If they were then Lola would've already told them right? Unless she really didn't want them to find it. However even though you weren't really tortured yet you knew that the pain would be much stronger than your morals.

You felt a harsh slap across your face, your head swinging to the side while your cheek began to sting. You snapped your head back towards the two killers standing there, the masked one with a raised hand while the hooded guy had retreated back to his place against the wall.

"You're still following, sunshine?" You quickly nodded, showing that you understood what he had said and that there was no need for him to hit you more. Of course, there was no guarantee he would even need a reason to hit you.

"They're calling it the 'Creepypasta project', and it is supposed to be completely secret."He huffed at the word secret, before turning to you. "But I'm sure that you know more about it." He had placed the cold material of the hammer under your chin, lifting it up so that you could take a good look at his mask.

You swallowed slowly, not daring to take your eyes off of the dark eyes on his mask as you opened your mouth to speak. You had no idea why Lola hadn't told them about the blueprint yet, but you valued your life. They would find it somehow. This way you could stretch your chances of survival.

"T-T-The-" You were cut off by that masked guy slamming the hammer onto the table roughly, before turning his body towards you.

"Stop fucking stuttering, you sound like Toby." He leaned closer towards you and if he wouldn't wear that mask you were sure you could feel his breath lingering on your skin.

"And I hate Toby." Your breath got stuck in your windpipe as you felt him being so close, his dangerous aura engulfing you within seconds as he didn't retreat.

"They are planning to create a weapon against you!" You quickly yelled, hoping that this answer would satisfy him enough to leave you alone. Of course, it wouldn't. Luck wasn't on your side this time.

"A weapon? So they did continue on with it? That's just great." The masked man slowly took a few steps back as he seemed to ponder over something. Your chest was heaving up and down in a rapid pace as your eyes followed his every movement.

"Any idea of where the blueprint of this 'weapon' is?" You now bit your lip, staring holes into the back of the masked man's head as you thought about it. Would you tell them? You didn't really have a choice.