Don't Sleep (Jeff x Reader)

5 - Lovely Insanity

I woke up the next morning, my camera in my hand. Hadn't I placed it somewhere else?

I turned it on and flipped through the photos, finding a picture of James' body, hanging from that tree. I wondered if Jeff had heard my wish, and went back to get a picture. I shuddered. Did I really want a picture of this? I went to delete it, but couldn't bring myself to do it.

I shut off the camera, and sat up. It was sunny outside. What would I do now? Jeff killed people at night, right? What could I do until then?

I laid back, considering. James had told me the blue and red berries were safe. I just had to watch out for the purple ones. I wondered if I could really trust what he had said, but I was starving, so I didn't care much.

I went on a berry hunt, only finding a few. I wished that I knew the difference between good and bad mushrooms, and I remembered how we had left the fishing poles out there over night. I considered going back there, but decided not to.

After eating the berries, I thought about looking for Jeff. I didn't know why I wanted to, but I really wanted to see him. I shook this thought from my head. "No way." I told myself, even though I was getting up.

I wandered around the woods, not sure where to look. Did he sleep in a tent, a tree, or out in the open? Maybe there was a cabin somewhere?

I didn't end up finding him. Something cold and metallic traced its way down my neck and spine, and he ended up finding me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I didn't want to move as he leaned closer to my neck, as if he was going to-

I stepped forward, my face pink. "J-Jeff!" I said, surprised. "So, are we, I mean... you, going to kill someone?" I asked, completely flustered.

He had a hint of a smile on his face, besides the obvious scarred one. He nodded. "Do you still have your knife?" He asked, and I held it up.

Did he think I was going to kill too? I tucked it back into my pocket and followed him as he led me out of the woods. We were in front of someone's camp.

"Before we go killing tonight, I thought we could train up first." He said, stretching his stabbing arm.

"I d-don't wanna k-" I stopped talking, watching the lone woman, trying to start up a fire. I did want to kill. I wanted to very badly. My hand started to shake, and I reached for the knife. Jeff watched, looking like he was pleased.

I stopped myself, regaining control. "I'm not gonna kill anyone." I protested in a whisper.

He dropped his smile, pushing me aside. I pulled out my camera, and took multiple pictures of him attacking the poor woman. She spotted me and looked disgusted. She probably thought that I liked taking pictures of murders as they happened. If only I could've explained it to her... Oh, well. She was dead now, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Jeff turned back to me, and I tucked the camera away. He swung the knife in a downward arc, making the blood fly off of the knife. It splattered around the campsite. He bent down and checked a watch on the woman's wrist.

"Sunset is soon. We'd better hurry if we want to make it by midnight." Jeff said, as if we were heading to catch a bus. If only this was so simple.

I followed him until we exited the forest completely. The sun had set a few hours ago, and Jeff had taken my hand as soon as it fell past the horizon. Even though we were now in the light of the street lamps, we still didn't let go of each other's hands. My face was red, and I loosened my grip, but he tightened his and led me to a small gray house.

I looked up at it. "Here?" I asked, and he nodded. I took out my knife with my other hand, and so did he. I then realized what I'd done, and convinced myself that I'd done it in case the person tried to pull a gun or baseball bat on us.

Jeff had to let me go in order to check all the windows, to see if they were unlocked. He found one, and forced it open. He climbed in silently, and I followed.

Once we were in, he waved for me to follow him. I took small and quiet steps, pulling out my camera. We entered an elderly man's room, and I started recording. Jeff slammed his hand across the old man's mouth, stabbing him in the chest as he whispered his signature "Go to sleep" line. I felt my cheeks tugging on my lips, as if I wanted to smile. I shook my head, holding back the insane laughter that tried to force its way out of my throat.

Jeff finished up by sliding his blade across the old man's throat. As he was doing that, the old man stared wide eyed at me, as if I was going to come to his rescue. I shook my head, still recording. He lost all hope from his eyes as he faded away.

I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to laugh. I wanted to puke, but I also wanted to run my hands through the fountain of blood. I stopped the recording and took a few pictures of the body.

Jeff smiled, and stabbed his knife into the victim's chest. He carved a heart into it.

I watched, taking a picture once he was done. He seemed disappointed that I didn't have any other reaction to it.

'What did the heart mean?' I wondered. 'That he loves to kill? That... we do?'

I turned off the camera and tucked it into my pocket. Jeff climbed out the same window we had before, and I followed him. This was enough evidence to take to the police.

I'd take it to them in the morning.

Jeff led me back through the woods, and I soon found myself back in my tent.

I couldn't stop flipping through the photos, and watching the videos. Was I some sort of sick freak? I loved to watch him kill, and seeing the corpses made my heart race. The way he stabbed, and the way the blood splattered on his face... I wanted to-

I shut off the camera quickly, and slid it to the other side of the tent.

'Goodbye, Jeff.' I thought, tears forming in my eyes, while my heart grew heavy.