jeff the killer x reader

2: he's here

You were greeted by a mans pale face, right up against your window. He seemed to be leaning in to get a good look at you. His eyes were wide and looked as if they were cut open and dark circles of black surrounded them as he stared. His smile seemed permanently cut into his face, exposing his teeth. his nose seemed non existant except for two small holes for nostrils. His jet black hair was messy, shoulder length, and unkept. His torso was covered by a white hoodie, the same color as his face, and was paired with black  skinny jeans. (From hot topic cause thats my store! 10/10 emo bro)

You didn't scream, you didnt run, you didnt call for your mum. You stared blankly into his eyes, which were filled with insanity. "What do you want?" You asked. He looked confused as his thin lips hid his teeth. The slits in his face remained open, in a smile, but if they weren't there, he would look normal.

"Usually people scream and run when they see me...are you at all afraid?" He asked, moving to  a more comfortable position.  You shook your head.

"I sold my soul earlier, I cant feel anything. Pain, happiness, even anxiety! They all left my mind" you unlocked the window, and opened, to hear the man's words better. Suddenly, it started to rain and he put his hood up and started to leave.

You blinked and the white shape was gone. When you turned, the man was in your room with a large knife. "Go to sleep." He said, and took a stab at you. You didn't flinch. You didnt react. You stood there and let what happened, happen. The knife jabbed the side of your torso.

Blood seeped from your night shirt and onto the floor. Being satisfied with his 'art' he pulled the knife out. His smile returned and his eyes widened again and an insane laugh filled the room.  When he looked back down, the wound was already healed and you stared blankly into his eyes.

Confusion washed over him and he looked like it too. "How did you do that?" He asked staring at the fast fading scar near your ribcage.

"I dont know......I cant feel it at all." He dropped his weapon and smiled in a non-murderous way and held out his hand, "the name is jeff....nice to meet you." He said you took his hand and shook it.

"(Y/n)" you said in a monotone voice. "Would you like to stay, seeing as it IS raining...."

"Well, i have a house.....well, not really a house but.....its a place." He said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You sighed and made the trundle bed for him with pink butterfly sheets. "I dont do butterflies." he said in disgust. You simply flipped him off and went to sleep.

He sat down on the small trundle bed and contimplated laying down, which he did about thirty seconds later. He shifted his head to the right to find many small purple and pink butterflies and ended up naming them all, in a rush to get some sleep. When he finally finished naming them all, he passed out with a happy smile.