Jeff the killer x reader

life sucks

Y/n pov

I woke up feeling wierd. My stomach doesn't feel right. And I have a feeling something bad might happen.

I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I got out of the shower brushed my teeth, and got my blade.

Yes I cut, and it's for good reasons. My dad beats me and I get bullied alot in school and I have no friends.

(Trigger warning)
Fat,ugly,whore,slut, ect

All those names they call me everyday, I cut for all those reasons. I wiped the blood from my arm and got dressed and went downstairs.

My drunk dad was sitting on the couch like he was waiting for me. "Bitch. When you get home get me a pack of beer you little shit"

He snapped. I ate breakfast, I was surprised he didn't beat me this morning. I probably shouldn't jinx myself.

He might beat me when I get home. I got my backpack and went off to school.

I got to school and ran straight into the bathroom so the bullied wouldn't find me.

The bell rang and I started walking to class. I sat in the back of the class, and I never said anything.

I always would get lost in thought. The teacher never really noticed and keeps teaching.

The day went by and in going to my next class, art. I loved this class, I love to draw my favorite characters! Creepypasta.

I know they aren't real but i like to think they're real. I watched the news and a couple murders happened,

And i like to think it's Jeff the killer, BEN, etc.

I sat down and started drawing BEN. He's easy to draw. The bell rang and it was lunch.

I went to the cafeteria grabbed my lunch and went outside. I always sat underneath a tree I think it's really pretty.

While I was eating the group of bullies came over to me and started calling me names that they always called me.

I just sat there and took it. The leader of the group cassie saw my drawing of BEN and grabbed it.

"Hey give that back, that's not yours" I yelled she smirked and got out a lighter.

And burned it "creepypastas are for wimps and people who can't fend for themselves" she snapped and giggled.

I just stared at my drawing. 'That bitch she will pay. They aren't wimps. They kill people for fucks sake.'

I got up and ran to the bathroom and started crying. I looked in the mirror and started cutting.

I walked out of the bathroom when I was done, and started walking to my last class.

I sat in the back like always. But i started to draw Jeff. Idk what's it was but I feel like Jeff was tougher than the others.

I was done drawing and it looked good. I colored the blood in and I looked way better.

The bell rang and I ran out of the gate of the school. I went to the store to buy dad his beer.

The woman asked if I was legal drinking age. And I said yes. She didn't even ask for a licence. Idiot.

I payed for it and started walking home.

I made it home and put the best in the kitchen. Dad was a sleep on the couch. I rolled my eyes and went to my room.

Sat there and he walked in and started beating me. I started to sob because these were harder than normal.

"Bitch!THIS IS WHY MOM DIED! YOU WERE BORN" he blamed me for mom dying.

Because she died in the hospital when I was born. Im an only child. He stomped out.

Half an hour later~

I didn't hear him down stairs not upstairs. When I was lost in thought I snapped out of it when I heard a big crash.

I went downstairs to investigate, and I saw my dad's body laying there lifeless. All I could do was smile.

Who ever did this I wish I could say thank you. I saw someone standing over his body.

I looked at the figure and before they could do anything I said "thank you so much"

They just looked at me and nodded. "who are you?" I asked "my name is Jeff and im a killer. Im Jeff the killer"

Oh my gosh it's him he killed my dad for me. "How do I know if it's you?" I asked. He turned on the light and I saw his facial features.

His paper white skin his non blinking eyes his raven black hair and his cut smile.

I smiled "it is you" I said. I heard sirens in the distance and he was gone. I knew it was time for me to go to.

I went up to my room and started packing up my phone, my laptop, and money. 500$

I walked out the back door and started running down the street. I don't know where to go but im running away.

From the ones who hurt me. I saw a hotel and booked 3 nights.