Jeff the Killer x Reader: Don't Go to Sleep

Meeting Ben (5)

It was around 1:30 in the morning when you finally started to drift off to sleep. It felt so weird and uneasy with Jeff not there. He would be in your room so often that it actually started to turn into a 'thing', which surprisingly you didn't mind. You began to see a swirl of red of black and began to hear those erie voices again. Those words swimming through your ears were like hearing nails on a chalk board; unpleasant and painful. They continued to grow louder and more frequent to the point where you were screaming begging for them to stop. But then all of a sudden, the voices stopped and all you could hear was complete silence.

"Don't listen to those voices (y/n), you are stronger then they are" a familiar voice said. You began to scan the area to find the location of where the voice was coming from, then you found Jeff.

"Jeff?"

"You can beat her" Jeff simply said.

"Her? who is her?" you ask looking very confused.

"Don't allow those voices to get louder, don't fear them either. She feeds off your fear and thats what making her stronger. I don't want to lose you (y/n), stay strong and don't fear her!" Jeff began to walk closer to you. You took a step back, fearing that it maybe a trick or something in your mind, but once he was close enough he took your hand and held it tightly. At that moment, you knew it was him.

"Don't be afraid, I am here to protect you, remember that?" your eyes widened and you began to smile slightly. He took your other hand and rubbed it a little with his thumb. You gazed into each others eyes as he began to slightly smile, which made your face burn up and your heart race. You and him began to slowly lean in, as you were inches away from each others lips, he then stopped. He froze, as you noticed this you began to get worried and confused, then you started to see a red patch forming in the middle of his chest. he then collapsed to the ground, you helped him down, holding him in your arms. His eye then were closed shut.

"Jeff! Jeff! JEFF!!~" you raised your voice as you began to slightly shake him, to try and wake him up. You then noticed your clothes had drops of blood on them, then your whole hands up to your elbow were covered in blood; his blood. Your face lit up with shock, then you hear that evil laugh once again.

"Take a good look! This is your future my little flower. To be a powerful ruler and to kill all who get in your way!" the erie, dark voice from the ball spoke.

"NO! This isn't my future! I'm not afraid of you!" you yelled, with tears streaming down your face.

"Really?~ Then why are you crying little flower? You scared of him dying...thanks to him your fate is sealed and I will return!" the voice laughed evilly.

"LEAVE ME AND HIM ALONE!" you shouted, sounding angry.

"Mindfreak is coming for you! I'M COMING FOR YOU LITTLE FLOWER!" the laugh grew louder and louder. Then all of sudden you arose from your bed screaming, then you see someone in front of your face screaming as well. The figure jumped back and began to trip and trample around the room, knocking over and into things. Then the figure came over and held your mouth shut.

"Take it easy hun, it was only a dream. Now when I let go of your mouth I need you to stay quiet so I can at least tell you why I'm here, got it?" the figure said as you nodded your head 'yes'. He then let go of your mouth.

"Now then, lets first shed a little light on the subject" the figure snapped his fingers and the lights turned on. You saw a young boy with blonde hair, a green dress with a belt, a green long hat, pointed ears, and his eyes were black pools with red pupils.

"I've seen you before...your one of the things I saw in my dream" you said.

"The names Ben Drowned hun, and I am well aware of your current situation involving your dreams. Jeff sent me here to watch over you for the night...I can defiantly see why" Ben said.

"Wait...you know Jeff...I'm guessing your one of them members of the creepypasta gang he mentioned"

"Correct! I'm actually Jeff's best friend...so tell me, what happened in your dream that caused you to jump and scream like that?" Ben asked. You began to explain the dream you just had and Ben looked a little intrigued.

"Well no wonder you are having these nightmare...she building up the strength to come back" Ben simply put.

"She? Ben I wanna know this this she is...better yet...who is Mindfreak?" you asked.

"Jeff hasn't told you yet"

"No...he has been avoiding that question"

"Well...I might as well explain since these dreams are starting to get worse" Ben then began to explain the story of Mindfreak.

Mindfreak was a member of the creepypasta gang 10 years ago. She had the ability to move, communicate, and basically do anything with the power of her mind. Five years into the gang her and the gang's boss Slenderman began to form a relationship, in which he gave her a bit of power over the whole gang. She soon took that power a little too far, she began to make changes and making punishments far worse then the normal punishments the gang would receive. Then soon enough members of the gang began to disappear, and most of the members started to suspect Mindfreak did something to them. In which they were correct. It wasn't until they discovered Mindfreak covered in blood and Smile Dog dead at her feet. She stated that he was being disobedient and needed to be punished, but that costed her to get banished to the underworld. Rumours have begun spread saying that some members still feel her presents and that she managed to escape into the body of a human. For the last couple of years gang members have been on the look out for any possible signs of Mindfreak's magic.

"Soon enough the rumour was laid to rest and wasn't brought for two years. Now that I meet you, those rumours are true" Ben finished explaining. You started feel shocked and a little overwhelmed.

"So...what your saying is that there is a monster living inside my head" you shockingly said.

"Pretty much...she must have been living in your mind ever since you started having those nightmares" you were starting to get a little worried about all this, then Ben noticed your broken wrist.

"Seems like you had a little accident there" Ben said.

"Yea...I guess so" you said looking down, then Ben walked over to you, took your arm and put his hand over it.

"Let's fix that now, shall we?" Ben's hand began to glow a dark green colour, and soon your wrist started to heal. The cast also began to disappear as well. The glow on his hand dimmed down and he let go of your wrist.

"How did you do that?" you asked looking surprised.

"Amazing what a simple healing spell can do. I picked up a few magic tricks from my home world...plus some creepypasta members use magic, so we have spell books I read from time to time" Ben said.

"Thank you" you muttered.

Ben walked over to the ledge of the window and sat down, bring his one leg up and wrapping his arms around it.

"Well we got about two hours before the sun raises, what do you wanna do?" Ben asked. You began to think on what activity should you and Ben should do.

"How about a card game?" you asked.

"Sure" Ben smiled.

Ben pulled out some cards from his pocket and you two began to play a game of poker. The two you had a surprisingly good time, enjoying his company really took your mind of the nightmare you had. Meeting one of Jeff's friends, you thought it would be a scary experience due to the fact that they were all members of a gang for monsters. But you started to realized, maybe they aren't all as bad as you thought to be. There are some good monsters out there. But then something else hit you about the story of Mindfreak's imprisonment, if you managed defeat Mindfreak and she is gone, what will the relationship between you, Jeff, and Ben be like? Will they still be around? Or will they leave because Mindfreak isn't a problem anymore. 'It seems to be they are only here for me because they need to destroy Mindfreak', that was the very thought running through your head at this point. Maybe Jeff was lying to you all this time, about protecting you and all that noise. Nothing less coming from a serial killer.