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

Chapter 42: They are?!

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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You were staring out of the window; the little moonlight there was reflected through the window on your skin. It almost felt warm, but you knew better than that. This whole place couldn't feel warm to you. By now you had realized that you would never see daylight again unless you escaped from this mansion.

Which made you wonder? Where in the world are you? This mansion is full of killers, you knew that. But to be in a place which is constantly surrounded by darkness... It felt like the underworld. The only thing you were certain of was that this wasn't the 'real' world. The world you had lived in.

The only thing you knew was that you could walk back to 'your world'. That time when Masky and Hoodie had dragged you along with them to search for the box... It had been hours before you had reached the city, before you had reached your old house.

So there was one way to get out of this damned forest. However that was another problem itself. You didn't know what kind of creatures resided in this forest, what dark figures lived there waiting for fresh meat to enter and get lost.

You needed a well-formed and thought out plan in order to get out of here alive, but right now every single setback had caused your plan to cripple down little by little. For as far as you had one. The main thing to focus on right now is finding out where your friends are and if they are still alive...

IF they are still alive...

You shifted a little, the constant pressure on your hip and shoulder nearly gave you bruises. You couldn't really lie in another position though. You didn't want to face Jeff and you wanted to stay out of his aura as much as possible. Not that he cared about it though.

A loud sigh escaped your throat as you could only look at the light of the moon. You couldn't find any sleep. You were so pumped up about everything. Your body and mind screamed at you to let them rest, to let them refill their energy. But you had so much to think of.

If they are still alive...

Okay think of what you know. Lola is dead, Sandy is still alive and you are still alive. That makes two people out of the 6 who you are sure of they are still alive. Lola passed on... Making it three persons for you to worry about. God, whatever you wouldn't do just to know they were still alive.

"What the fuck are you doing? I'm trying to get some fucking sleep." Once you had heard the low voice grumbling you immediately tensed all of your muscles. He was awake. You were wondering what in the world you had done to irritate him this time, but it surely wouldn't be that bad.

He didn't say anything, probably waiting for you to reply. After a while of silence you knew you had to come up with some sort of answer.

"I can't sleep." You replied harshly. It was the truth, you couldn't sleep. Why would he even care? This wasn't the first time you lacked any form of rest, and he merely shook it off saying it was your own fault.

"No shit. Just try and do it without the constant sighing, it's annoying." He growled, turning his back on you as he pulled the blanket over his body more. He woke up because of your sighs? Or was he awake this entire time? You only stared at him angrily, before you again, and without any knowledge, let out a sigh.

"What the fuck did I just tell you?" This time Jeff nearly flew up, sitting on the bed and watching you with those angry lidless orbs you were so used to. You only stared back, matching his fire with yours before you replied: