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

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'And finally, this floor is where everyone's rooms are.' Jeff told me as he finished his tour and led be down a long hall, which had doors all across the walls. Some had names of the serial killers on them, which made me presume those were their rooms.

'Each room is already furnished with a bed, desk, wardrobe, mirror, carpet, TV, and laptop. So no need to worry if you ever get bored. Oh, and the bathroom is that white door at the end of the hall. There's one on every floor so don't worry about having to climb stairs. Now,' Jeff handed me a knife 'Choose a room. Then carve your name into the door so people know it's yours.'

I clutched the knife in my palm, and stood in front of the room which was in between Sally and Toby's rooms, and opposite from Jeff's. Taking a deep breath I carved (Y/N) Into the wood..

'Well, (Y/N).' Jeff started to walk away. 'I look forward to our time together.'

'Wait, what about your knife?'

'Keep it. A little... housewarming gift.' And with that he left.

'Is that his idea for a housewarming gift?'

'Don't forget that he's a killer, Luna...'

'Oh, right right... That may have slipped my mind...'

I shook my head and chuckled, before opening the door to my new bedroom and closing it behind me. My mouth gaped open. 'Fucking hell! This room's huge!'

'Or your old room was just small...'

'Shut up! This is awesome!' I laughed as I collapsed stomach first on my new bed, which was incredibly soft and bouncy. Giggling, I placed my new knife on the side counter and stood up on the bed. And began to bounce.

'I. LOVE. THIS. ROOM!'

(Jeff POV)

We were all downstairs in the living room, just talking about killing and stuff. That is until we heard thumping and springs from the floor above, as if someone was jumping on a bed, and a female voice yell:

'I. LOVE. THIS. ROOM!'

'Everyone who thinks (Y/N) likes her new room say I...' Masky said blankly and raised his hand with a smirk.

'I' Everyone chuckled and too raised their hands.

Soon the bouncing stopped, and it was silent once again.

'You think she got tired?' E.J asked as he rested his chin on his palm.

'Probably, I mean she was doing that for awhile. Either that or she got bored.' Ben replied with a shrug. We all nodded in agreement and went back to playing COD Black Ops 3. That was until Slenderman teleported in the middle of the room, with an angered expression (If that was possible)

'WHO GAVE (Y/N) THE KNIFE?!' He screamed.

My eyes widened 'Why?!'

(Your POV)

I had finished reopening the scars on my arms with the knife Jeff had given me, and set it down on the side counter. I didn't really care for the tiny puddle of blood it was creating, nor did I care if my clothing was bloody. Sighing, I pulled down my hoodie's sleeves once again, which covered the cuts, and lay on my bed​ back first.

Suddenly I heard someone kick the door open, causing me to shoot up in a panic. But once I did I let out a sigh of relief.

'Jeffrey Woods! You scared me half to death!' I scolded, placing a hand over my heart.

'What were you doing?' Jeff asked me with his voice filled with worry. I tilted my head in confusion, before realising Slenderman may have seen what I was doing through his telepathy. And then remembering my bloody knife was still in sight.