Why Me? (Jeff the killer X Reader)

Chapter 6

I opened the door to my new room as Jeff made his way back to his room, which was right next to mine. I looked around and smiled at the sight. To be honest, it wasn't that bad. Okay, I confess. It was amazing. I sunk into the heaven like bed and was immediately asleep.

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I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock going off. I turned and looked at the annoying machine as I realized I wasn't in my room. Then I remembered everything that happened yesterday. I sighed and sat up as I pushed the 'dismiss' button on the top of it. I remembered that today was the first day of my training. It would be sad to be late on the first day of training, so I stood up and looked for a dresser.

I spotted one across the room and opened the top drawer, not expecting to have anything in it since I just moved in. But, for some reason, all of the drawers were filled with different clothes. I stared at it for a moment then shrugged it off.

After I changed into some fresh clothes, at least I hope they're fresh, I walked around downstairs hoping to find someone. I still don't know my way around this place, so I might get lost from time tot time. I mean this is a pretty big mansion, in my opinion. I've definitely never been in a house-like building this big.

I was interrupted from my thoughts with a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked at the cause of it and was met with a guy with a white mask. It was a pure white mask with black eyes and lips. This must be Masky. Jeff also told me about him. "Masky?" I asked. He tilted his head in confusion then spoke. "How do you know my name?"

"Jeff. My name's [Y/N], by the way. I just arrived yesterday." I explained. He nodded. "Are you the Alpha?" He asked. I nodded and he acted like he was about to pass out. "A-Are you serious?" He stuttered as he began to fangirl (Or fanboy, not sure).  "Yeah. Why? Is there something wrong with that?" I questioned as I slightly grew cautious. He shook his head and tried to play it cool.

"So, where are you heading?" I looked around then back at him. "Well I'm supposed to be starting my training today, but I don't know where exactly." I stated. He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. Soon we made it to a gym-like area in the mansion that was massive. On one of the walls was a line of different type of weapons. On another one was a row of targets.

"Thanks for helping me get here." I said. "Yeah, no problem. If you don't mind me asking, who's training you?" He asked. "Slenderman assigned Jeff to train me, since he was the first to meet me." I stated. He nodded and we said our goodbyes. I was now the only one left in the gym. I looked around and my eyes landed on the weaponry aligned on the wall. I walked over to them and observed each and every weapon.

My eyes stopped on the one weapon I just couldn't take my eyes off of. I got on my tippy-toes and reached as far as I could to grab it, but it was too high up. I stepped back and stared at it in defeat, but soon remembered my 'abilities'. I grinned and pointed my palm at the weapon as it soon began to float. I drew it towards me and snatched it as it levitated a few inches away from me.

I ran my hand across its shiny blade and soon met the tip. It was extremely sharp. I turned and looked at the targets and stood in front of them. I put the knife in between my index and middle finger as I held my arm back in a ready position. I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles, then threw the knife.

I was satisfied as the knife hit the bulls-eye. I smiled before hearing a few claps behind me. I turned and saw Jeff a few feet away from me. "Now where did you learn to throw like that?" He asked amused as he let a few more claps leave his hands. I shrugged and replied with "John is a pretty cool guy, I guess." He raised his eyebrow in confusion. "My foster father." I stated. He nodded and walked over to the weaponry.