A Killer's Love (Jeff the Killer X Reader)

Just a Normal Night...or So You Thought

You were in your room happily watching your favorite YouTuber when your stepdad called for you. You groaned and got up and put your phone in the back pocket of your black jeans then open your door and went down the hall to the kitchen to see what he wanted. "(Y/N) I've told you a thousand fucking times not to eat my food!" He yelled at you. "Okay then once again show me what food I can eat." You say with a tired tone. "None of it you idiot! When you get a job and buy your own food then you can eat but until then you can fucking starve you piece of shit!" He yelled at you again. You sighed and walked to back to your room and shut your door then laid down on your bed and continued to watch your favorite YouTuber. This was a reoccurring event, you'd get yelled and get told that your worthless then you'd go back to your room. The only thing that changed is sometimes you'd end up crying but that's it. "(Y/N) I'm going out! Don't touch anything in the kitchen! I'll be back tomorrow morning maybe. Bye." Your stepdad yelled as he was walking out. Yeah, yeah I know, you leave then don't show up until tomorrow. I know the drill. You think to yourself as you continue watching Your favorite YouTuber. You watch him/her for about an hour then decide that your hungry. You go into the kitchen and search for food that he probably wouldn't notice if it went missing. You take a few slices of semi stale bread and grab the peanut butter and some almost expired jelly and make a PB&J then you back up to your room.
Time Skip 3 hours later
It was almost 2 in the morning when you decided that you needed sleep. You laid your phone down on your night stand then changed into your favorite pjs. I should probably lock the doors but I really don't care if someone breaks in. Most of the shit here is worthless anyway. You think to yourself. You grab the teddy bear that your boyfriend gave you for Christmas and cuddle it as you curl up in your bed and sleep.
You woke up a few minutes after you had fully gone to sleep to the sound of your back door being kicked in. It's probably my drunk dad trying to open the door again. You think to yourself. But you feel as if something isn't right. You grab your pocket knife off of your nightstand and flick it open, then you get up and open your door and peak out into the hall. You see nothing but you hear someone walking around in the kitchen, so you head to the kitchen. You peak around the corner and see a guy about 6 foot standing in your kitchen. He has a white hoodie and black dress pants on. You immediately recognize that look. Holy shit that can't be him, he's not real, he's a creepypasta, those don't exist! You think to yourself as you stare at the guy. He feels as if someone is watching him and quickly turns around. You see his face. Shit, it is him because no one around here is crazy enough to do that to themselves. He looks around the kitchen then he spots you poking your head out from the wall. "Awe am I so beautiful that you couldn't help but watch and stare at me? Come out from peaking hehe I wanna see what you look like too." He said with a dark, sinister tone. Fuck he saw me... You hesitantly step into his view, holding your pocket knife behind your back. "Wow such a beauty but not as beautiful as me hehe. Hmmm I think I'm gonna take my time with you." He said as he lunged at you. You quickly stab his chest with your knife then slice his face. "Damn this little kitten has some fight in her I like that." He says as he smirks. You quickly get up and run to your room. You quickly slam the door shut and go into your closet and get on the top shelf of it. A million thoughts ran though your head as you were hiding...