jeff the killer x reader

4: are you okay?

Noticing jeff looking at your arm's injuries, you auickly finished his hair style and threw on your (favorite band) sweatshirt. You felt a single heartbeat in your chest. What was that? Was it a feeling? Were you gaining them back?! Slight anxiety washed over you....wait....anxiety?! That was all you felt! Tears threatened to fall down your (s/c) face.

"Woah woah woah....are you okay?!" Jeff asked. You realised you had been crying. Jeff sighed and blew his bangs out of his face. "You know, you dont have to hide them....i....i know what its like..." he said lifting up the side of his white t-shirt. Red scars, old and new, covered the pale skin. You couldn't help but stare at the many injuries. "I always feel so guilty after I hurt someone...." Your eyes widened at his words...He hurt people? But, he was so nice to you....why?

"Why do you hurt these innocent people?" You said, anxiety growing stronger. He let his shirt fall to its original place and sighed.

"I cant really help it. I loose my mind at times and all i can do to fix it is kill...im sorry if it is freaking you out." He explained. You knew it wasnt his fault. "What about you? Why do you cut?"

You looked down and cried again, remembering what happened to your sister. "My big sister committed suicide about a year ago....she was the only one who understood me. Everything was perfect until she never woke up from an overdose... I lost all hope in god and turned to....other things. People make fun of me for my choices and call me a demon. But if it is what will happen... let it be."

"Im so sorry to hear about your sister..." he said with a heavy heart. "Do you know, by chance who calls you names and makes fun of you?"
He started twitching, which made your anxiety worse.

"K-Kevin Farrawell...." you said. He simply got up from the trundle, grabbed his hoodie,and climbed out your window.

"I'll be back." he said, looking over his shoulder."if anyone asks, you DON'T know me." A crazed smile, the same one as the night before, took over his face as he climbed out the window, like a spider.

What was he gonna do?

Why did you have anxiety?

Why was he so nice to you?

These questions  raced through your mind for 2 hours, but you still couldn't find an answer.

Knock knock

Someone was knocking underneath your window, it was only jeff.

"I need to come inside, like, NOW." he said, you saw bloodstains on his hoodie as he reached out to you. you quickly allowed him in. He clambered into your room and shut the window, with quick, exhausted breaths. "Thank you." He managed to get out.

"What happened?! Are you okay? Why is there blood?" Anxiety took over again. He threw his hoodie at you.

"Wash it." He commanded. (Oh so he's a dominant daddy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).....im sorry im so weird.....im gonna *dies*) you took it down to the washer and threw it in with the other light clothes.

You went back to your room and locked the door behind you. He seemed to be completely calmed down as he layed on the small bed. "You know its weird...." you started "we have only known each other for less than a day but i feel like i know everything about you." Jeff nodded in agreement.  You invited him to stay for the rest of the week after your mother left for a work trip. He accepted and you felt a new emotion.....happiness