Blood (Jeff x reader)

Story Time

"My girlfriend," Jeff says.

You stare at him, your mouth is gaping open. Jeff glares at Jane and starts to walk towards you. You feel scared, and take a step back, only to regret it.

"You're... You're still afraid?" He says, filled with hurt.

You hesitated, but you nod slowly. He sighs, and sits pretzel-style on the floor. He clears his throat and tells you a story.

"One day, I felt really... stupid. I felt like I wanted to scream and curse out the world. Everywhere I went, I would see couples kissing each other. I would see them hugging. It was sick. I hated it. I would always follow them, and I would end up killing them. But..." he paused unsure of what to say.

"Jeff... You don't have to bring her up. ____ is fine not knowing who she is," Jane spoke softly.

"No. No, she has to know... I don't want it to happen again."

"For what to happen?" you say. Jane gives you a look to zip it. You shut your mouth and give Jeff a concerning look.

"I didn't have that... how do you say... that pleasurable feeling that I get when I kill people," Jeff says. You give him a weird look, and his pure white face turns a deep shade of red. "N-Not that kind of feeling! Killing is my hobby! I get a happy feeling when I kill, okay?!" You shrug, and give him a little chuckle.

"Sorry," you say, "It's just the way you said it."

"Shut up."

"I said I was sorry!"

Jeff sighed and facepalmed. "Look, if you don't want to know, then it's fine. But I'm going to tell you whether your want to know or not." You nod your head and zip it. Jeff continues up again.

"Anyway, I didn't get the feeling when I killed them. I felt alone. I wanted someone to kill with me. I wanted someone to..." Jeff stopped.

"You can tell me. Don't be afraid," you say.

"I wanted someone to love."

You are shocked. A cold blooded killer, who lives with some of the world's most famous murderers, wanted someone to love? Are you kidding?

"So one day," Jeff continued, "I saw a girl walking across the street. She looked cool enough. She wasn't like those super gothy looking chicks. She looked... normal. She had short blonde hair, and not-too-tight clothes. She didn't look like a popular girl, but she didn't look like a gothy girl either."

You feel like scolding Jeff for saying that goth girls weren't normal, but you realize that you are probably misunderstanding him. You shrug off the lecture, and listen to his story again.

"I followed her home one day, and she was alone, sitting at her dining table. I heard her sobbing, and I saw her hand covered in blood. She moved her arm, and a knife was wielded in her other hand. She... she cut herself. My body immediately took over instead of my mind. I grabbed nearby napkins that were lying on the table, and I grabbed her arm. She shrieked in shock and fear. I mean, who wouldn't? I pressed the napkins over the cut she made. Then I grabbed the knife she had. I held it up, and I saw her terrified face. I threw the knife at one of the dining room walls, and I put pressure on her cut to make it stop bleeding. I don't know why, but... I felt pitiful for her. Something I haven't felt in a long time."

Wow. A mass murderer that felt pity for a girl he just met more than half an hour ago. You couldn't believe it. No way. A serial killer like him couldn't possibly have feelings to girl he just met. You gave Jeff another weird stare. "Yeah, yeah I know... Cliche, right? But it's true! I had pity, okay?! Even though people call me a monster, it doesn't mean that I'm not human! I have feelings too, just like you! So don't think you're cool, because you're not! With one quick move, I could easily slice your throat!" You clapped. That was only smart thing Jeff has said all day.

Just because people call me a monster, it doesn't mean that I'm not human...

I have feelings too...

"Inspirational. Jeff, that was beautiful," you say. Jeff rolls his lidless eyes.

"Anyway, she looked at me. She looked frightened, but her eyes softened when she saw me fix her cut. I told her not to hurt herself, but she kept asking me annoying questions like, 'Why are you helping me,' and, 'Are you real,' and other stupid questions. I wanted to kill her so much, but then she hugged me and said thank you, so I figured I could let her go. One day I revisited her, and she started to talk to me as if I was her best friend. She was crazy for thinking that I wouldn't hurt her, but I liked her, so I stayed by her side." Jeff let out a small chuckle, but was soon replaced with a sigh.

"JEFF! JANE! GET OVER HERE! WE'RE WAITING FOR YOU!"

"SHUT IT BEN! I'M TELLING ____ A STORY!" Jeff yells. Suddenly, tons of creepy people run through the kitchen door. Some sit on the stools, some on the counter, and some one the floor. Jeff looked like he was going to kill everyone in the room.

"Jeff. Who's the new chick?" says someone with a blue mask.

"That's ____ idiot! Remember Jane told us?" said someone with a white mask.

"Shut up! I want to hear the story!" said  monochrome clown.

"WILL YOU PIPE DOWN?!" said the same girl in the picture that Jane showed you. Was it Sally? You couldn't remember.

"GUYS!" Jeff screamed. Everyone shut their mouths and turned their attention towards Jeff. "I'm not retelling the story to you, okay?! I'm only telling ____ because she never heard it yet!" All of the people groaned, some of them muttered rude things, others stayed quiet. Once they all left, Jeff continued his story.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I stayed by her side. One day, when I was talking with her, I brought up a topic that I was hoping to talk about for a long time. I asked her if she could run away with me. I wanted her to be my partner in crime, my killing buddy. She hesitated to answer. Finally, she opened her mouth and told me that she wanted to be with her mother. I... was shocked... but I respected her answer. When I came home, I broke Masky's TV. He's the guy with the white mask." You nodded, now understanding who Masky was, and that Jeff can break anything if he felt like it.

"I came back to her while she was sleeping. I sat on her bed and stared at her. I thought, 'Why doesn't she want to escape with me?' I thought she had feelings for me, like how I did with her... Turns out, she didn't. She woke up, and we started to bicker about her going with me. I asked her if she loved me, and..." Jeff paused, and lowered his head. It looked like he was going to cry.

"She said... No..." He whispered. You had pity for him. I guess he isn't as tough as I thought, you think. You kneel down beside him and pat him on the back.

"The next day," he kept whispering, "she came in the house, saying that she wanted to speak with me. I walked over to her, and I felt like crying, but I held it. We stood there for a couple of minutes, then I said I had to use the toilet. I sat in the middle of the bathroom and silently cried. Then... I heard an explosion. I ran out of the restroom and I saw fire. Slenderman grabbed me out of nowhere and teleported me to the roof. As each five seconds went by, another creepypasta appeared from thin air. Slenderman must've been looking for everyone. By the time the fire died, only four people died. Three were creepypastas, and the other was her. Her skin was burned in some areas, mostly her face and arms. She was as lifeless as a ragdoll. When I held her dead body, I had no emotion at all. Yes, I loved her. Loved. I also hated her. I felt no emotion whatsoever..." Jeff sighed, then looked at you with tear filled eyes. "Most of the creepypastas used the hallway thing to be safe from the fire. That's a reason why we have them."

You kept staring at him.

Jeff's a softy.

You giggled at your thought.

"What's so funny?" Jeff growled, "You think this is some kind of joke?!"

"Nothing! I-I'm laughing at nothing," you quickly say, "Let's just eat."