A Killer's Beauty - Jeff the Killer x Reader (Discontinued)

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(??? POV)

'Why didn't I just kill her...? It should've been easy due to her current state... so what stopped me from slitting her throat right there...?'

I jumped out of the window, and stared back at the girl who's life I had just saved. She looked down at the body of her mother, and... smirked?

'What...? She's not upset? Her mother's​ dead.'

The girl gave the body a middle finger, and said 'Rip!' behind chuckles. This made me laugh.

'She's interesting,' I smirked.

(Your POV)

I collapsed onto my bed, and let out a huge sigh. This had been a very... eventful morning.

'I think you're forgetting something Hun...'

'And what is that?'

'Your mom is dead.'

'Yeah I know​. I was there...'

'You aren't even a little bit sad about that?'

'Why would I be? She treated me like shit.'

'Well, the police may be here soon... and you know what will happen.'

'No not really...'

'YOU, were the only person in the house during her murder.'

'I-.... Holy shit I'm going to jail...'

I started to panic, and pace around my bedroom with my hands gripping my H/C hair. While murmuring 'I'm screwed I'm screwed I'm screwed I'm Sooooo Sooooo Screwed!'

'Hey, it's not that bad. I mean you... uhh... okay I got nothing...'

'Thank you for your words of encouragement​!' I snapped.

'Who the hell are you talking to?'

I jumped, and quickly turned around. ('Cause reflexes) Only to see the pale skinned, non frowning stranger who saved me from a pretty shit death.

'How did you get in here?' I asked, raising an eyebrow.

'I asked you first.' He growled.

'Well it's my house, and you are in here without my permission so-'

I was cut off by him slapping his hand onto the arch of my back, pulling me closer to him, and holding a knife right up to my face with his other.

'You do know I can kill you at any time...' He whispered as he ran the blunt end of his knife up and down the side of my face, making me bite my lip.

'I am well aware, since you killed my 'mother' without much hassle. Though that doesn't make me afraid of you...' I shrugged, crossing my arms.

The boy stared at me with wide eyes, if that's even possible. 'You aren't scared of me?' He murmured.

'Nope.' I smirked.

He stayed silent, before releasing me from his hold and sighing. ' I came in through your window,' He paused, and pointed to my open bedroom window. 'It was already open so it wasn't really much hassle...'

I glanced at him, then at the window, and then back at him. Before sighing deeply. 'Fair enough...'

'You still haven't answered my question.'

'Why should I tell you?!'

'Because I saved your ass!'

'Really?! Because my ass is in quite a lot of pain right now!'

'You know what I mean!'

'Do I?'

'Look do you want me to save you from the police or not?!'

I paused with my mouth open, thinking about what to say to that. Instead I just sighed and gave a small nod.

'Then stop being a bitch!' He snapped, making me puff my cheeks.

'...I was talking to the voice inside my head...'

'The voice inside your what now?'

'The voice inside my head.' I repeated, this time in a slightly annoyed tone 'AKA my only friend...'

'Hey there!'

'Yeah you know he can't hear you, right?' I told her.

'Yeah, I know~'

'I really can't understand you sometimes...' I sighed as I massaged my temple.

'The voice?' The boy asked, crossing his arms.

'No the magical troll that lives under my bed. Whadda ya think, dingus?!' I replied sarcastically.

The boy sighed, before roughly grabbing my arm 'Okay, enough talking. We gotta get outta here before the cops arrive.'

'Oh yeah? Where are we going?' I asked.

'Slenderman's mansion.'

A single shiver shot up my spine once the name 'Slenderman' left his lips. Then it hit me. White skin, long black hair, black outlined eyes, inhumanly smile... oh my god...

'Y-You're Jeff the Killer... aren't you?' I whispered, making him smirk.

'The one and only!' he said proudly. 'Seriously though, we gotta leave.' He stated as he pulled out his knife.

'And what, mister, are you planning to do wi-' I didn't have time to finish my sentence, as Jeff hit me on the head with the handle​. Everything went blurry, and all I heard before passing out was:

'Does that answer your question?'

'Oh no he did not...'

That psychotic, murdering, mother fucking son of a bitch...