A Killer's Touch (JTK x Reader)

A Killers Touch

"Finally."

You let out a long suffering sigh as you plopped onto your bed, quickly stripping off your days clothes. It was pretty hot this evening, made only hotter from your moving efforts, so you made the lazy yet far more comfortable decision to sleep in your underwear.

It would be your first night here in this new town. Hopefully it'd go better than the odd day you'd had.

You'd started off the day pretty optimistic. Your job had given you a promotion, and with it a transfer to this new place. You had no attachment to your old town, and as such had no problem packing it up for a little change in scenery.

The only thing you weren't so happy with was the typical small town populace. Not five minutes after arriving and you were bombarded with people of all sorts trying to check out who you were and what your life story was.

That wasn't the weirdest part, though. Almost everyone you spoke with seemed baffled that you actually intended to move here. Their tone of voice suggested they thought you insane for the act. However, when you tried to figure out the reason for their strange attitude, all you got was shifty eyes and stuttered out excuses followed by a hasty retreat.

So be it, you supposed. You wouldn't pry. With your luck, it'd turn out to be some freaky Stepford wives kind of deal. Yeah, you'd take a pass on that.

Later in the day things became at once clearer and stranger. You had to go down to your new place of employment to check in with the new boss and get everything set up for you to start work the following week. After the formalities had gotten out of the way, your new boss started behaving in the same off way of the other townspeople. Far from meek and fed up with everyone's elusive attitude this day, you finally snapped. After demanding an explanation, you were silently handed an old newspaper that contained some chilling news.

"Ominous unknown killer still at large."

It was like he was afraid just talking about it would bring this killer to his door. The article was all you could seem to get out of the shaking man.

Apparently, some time back, this town had a family with a rather unstable son. That was putting it nicely it seemed; after some bullying incidents, this kid devolved further and further into madness, at some point even murdering his family before disappearing. There was still the occasional odd murder that popped up now and then, never too far from his home town. All of these things together seemed to keep the townspeople in a near constant state of terror. Though they feigned ignorance, he was less unknown to them and more just ignored out of the fear they felt. "Jeff the Killer" was quite the kid.

Well, your boss referred to him as a kid. However, after some math and a quick check of the facts you now knew it turns out this Jeff would be around your age, give or take.

Yep. Leave it to you to move to the town with the serial killer.

You sighed once more, slightly exaggerated this time, and flopped back onto your bed. Should you worry about it? It was hard to tell how much of the story was legitimate or not. On one hand, the people around here were always a little afraid, like something was gonna come after them. On the other, the facts were shaky at best. Were they just so terrified that no one would speak the whole truth? Or was this some small town legend without any actual fact?

Rolling over in bed, you grabbed some covers and pulled them up to your waist. It was best not to dwell on it, you decided. After all, the only way you'd ever find out was if this killer came to you. You laughed to yourself as you snuggled into your pillows.

Really, what were the odds of that?

Really, what were the odds of that? The thought had a decidedly more sarcastic edge this time around as you mocked yourself.