Outcast (A JTK x Reader)

Chapter 6

(A/N: Ok so I couldn't really go over and edit it  because I'm too lazy to. Sorry if there are typos and improper grammar.)

Reader's POV

The draft in my room had woken me up. I shivered severely and struggled to put on warmer clothes. After grudgingly getting ready to exit my room, I began to walk down the flights of stairs in a groggy mood. I checked the fridge and sighed in relief as I noticed that finally, Slender saw up to filling it with more edible foods for humans.

My hand grabbed some mysterious pancake batter and stirred it a bit more before pouring some of it on a pan. I grumbled as the pancake failed to take the shape of a perfect and neat circle or anything at all. As the formless blob of wheat plopped onto my plate, I snatched one of those energy bars from Tim.

After enjoying my breakfast even tho the pancake failed, I cleaned up and walked out of the kitchen refreshed. Finally, I was in a decent and happy mood. It soon disappeared very quickly as my ears were met with the harsh voice of Snow White himself.   "Hey, Miss Happy. Sorry to put a damper on your day but we have the training to do. Better hope I don't 'accidentally' kill you." He grinned wider than usual and walked outside. That refreshing feeling dropped very quickly and I was no longer "Miss Happy" anymore.

I followed the criminal to a field a mile away from the mansion. He was always one step ahead of me since I wasn't really used to walking and hiking a whole bunch. The field he took me too was actually sorta pretty. It grew into a meadow farther along. The open area had a single tree somewhere in the middle that had a bunch of scars and scrapes in the trunk. It must've been used to practice aiming. It was a slightly windy day. Being outside refreshed me.

The first lesson was to shoot a gun. Jeff grew more frustrated as I missed each shot. I was beginning to get worried might lose it. My last shot hit the killer's pants and they fell down. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." my lips managed to mutter between laughs. The killer sauntered up to me angrily and roughly grabbed the gun out of my hands. "You won't be laughing when I do this!" he put me in a headlock and it was his turn to laugh.  Getting worried, I tried to shove him off of me. He gave one last dark chuckle before letting go. I gave him a slightly scared look. As soon as that moment passed, I closed my eyes for a moment to take in the breeze lifting my hair up and letting it fall.

Hearing a loud thump, I cracked my eyes open to see a knife had landed in the tree. I turned my head to Jeff to see he had put it there. "How about you give it a try," he suggested and I shrugged and tried to pull the large kitchen knife out but unfortunately Jeff threw harder than I had expected. I heard his quiet chuckle before finally getting it out, sending me tumbling over on my ass. I looked over to him with a glare as amusement filled his face. Getting up I gripped the knife with both hands and prepared myself to throw. "Wait!" I heard the killer shout. He walked over to me and got behind me. Grabbing my arms, he proceeded to put them in a certain throwing position. He didn't notice his physical presence was slightly overlapping my comfort zone. I tried not to focus on that and focused on what he was saying. "You've got to position them like this to get more accurate results," Jeff said in an informative tone. I nodded with my face heated up a bit and he stepped back. Breathing in relief, I threw and sure enough, I missed. "Heh, not surprised" he grunted. My eye twitched in irritation. "Try focusing harder on the exact spot of where you want to hit." He suggested. I nodded my head. Now he was actually being serious and trying to teach me.

I strained my eyes on the exact spot I wanted to hit. Hearing a chuckle my focus faltered. "Try to relax a little too," Jeff said with amusement in his voice. I tried really hard to follow what he said. Throwing the knife, I missed yet again. "Hmm try it again...." said Jeff,  not impressed at all. I could see the resentment on his face. I once again, threw the knife and it was just as I thought, it whizzed past it.