Tainted - Jeff the killer x Reader

Ch 1: Ignorance is Bliss

-Y/n

Today was a fairly nice day outside. Sun casted over homes whilst a gentle breeze caressed the trees with care. Cool, but sunny. The ideal weather for most people that not everyone got. That is why Y/n appreciated this little thing in life.

Others may question, who cares?

Y/n does.

Y/n is a pure soul who cherishes those little things in life. She hates taking advantage of anything or anyone, hence why she dislikes people like that. Somehow, this girl is able to find the positive when no one else can. When she stops finding those little positives, that's when you know that you're fucked.

Because if Y/n can't find the positive, then it's unlikely that anyone can.

Currently, the h/c haired girl was at her job where she associates with YouTubers who have large amounts of subscribers. 10 million and above. Since she is a very experienced editor, she gets to work for the higher YouTubers. This also means that she gets more money. More money means she's getting somewhere in the world.

As she was editing one of Markiplier's videos, a pair of strong yet feminine arms wrapped around her neck from behind. Y/n peeled the arms off with caution, then whirled around in her spinning chair to spot her best friend, B/f/n.

"Y/n!" The girl said, wrapping her arms once again around Y/n. Flattered and ecstatic, Y/n returned the affection. B/f/n didn't work here, but she would occasionally swing by to check up on her other half. Why? Cause that's what best friends do.

Y/n released after a few moments, then grinned saying, "Heya b/f/n. Where have you been? I've been so lonely without you."

"Even when you're in that house with Leslie and Sammy?" B/f/n said with a smirk. She knew that Samantha and Leslie could be a handful for Y/n from time to time. That's why she doubted the statement.

The female with h/c rolled her eyes and turned back around to face her monitor, "Eh, true. They're too much, but they make me happy and I love them to bits."

B/f/n seemed kind of offended when Y/n peered back over her shoulder to see the reaction. Y/n's best friend sighed and turned on her heel. "You have fun with them," B/f/n called over her shoulder.

Riiiight, B/f/n was more of the jealous type. But Y/n couldn't help it. She has a lot of friends and loves almost everyone. Maybe not her grandfather, but that's a different story. Y/n loves her grandmother, mother, father, her friends, even kind strangers.

Although, none of these people won her heart so easily. They are people who stuck with her even when she was at her lowest, and those are the true people Y/n loves. It seems a lot more simple than it really is unfortunately. The situation is truly complex at heart.

Y/n went back to editing the brunette's video, clicking her tongue in annoyance and flinching when the male's voice boomed in her ears.

..Did she mention that it was one of Mark's rage videos?

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-Samantha

Samantha roamed the streets as the sunlight soaked into her black clothing. She was aimlessly looking for a grocery store since she had insisted that she would buy groceries this week. Leslie was at home, and Y/n was at work.

Whilst walking past Y/n's work building, she saw a fuming B/f/n walk out. Sam gave her a hard glare before glancing back at the pavement in front of her. Why? Cause she couldn't stand looking at the other female for any longer.

Don't get Sam wrong, she doesn't hate Y/n's best friend, she just strongly dislikes her. No particular reason either really. Other than the fact that B/f/n had ate Samantha's burrito without permission.

As Sam's mind wandered off, she had walked right into a streetlight. Hard. Oh, and if you have never done that,

It hurts like a fucking bitch.

"HOLY FUCK," Samantha randomly yelled as she fell backward, moving her hands to her head in pain. It had been a while since she's done that, but it still felt awful. She felt her forehead and around the front of her head to make sure there was no blood. Thankfully, there wasn't any.

Rushed footsteps came from behind Sam, and as she was preparing to sock whoever the hell it was as she stood up, she realized who it was and stopped immediately. Instead, she cracked a pained smile.

"Sup Y/n," Samantha said, kind of in defeat. She wasn't really interested in explaining to her roommate as to why the woman just yelled 'HOLY FUCK' on a Wednesday in the middle of the day. Oh, and in public.

Y/n eyed the other, her posture seeming uncertain, but proceeded to ask, "Heya Sammy. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? What the hell did you do? Were you daydreaming again? I told you to stop daydreaming about hot fictional guys-"

"I just walked into the streetlight," Samantha replied in a 'I know you don't have to tell me 20 times' tone, "Chill. And fuck you, it wasn't about Haru, Draco Mouthboy, Yato OR Claude! I was wondering where the closest grocery store was since I said I was gonna buy groceries this week."

"Ohhhh," Y/n said, "That makes a lot more sense." She gave a small nod. Now, her posture and demeanor seemed more tense than anything. "Sammy?" The female asked.

Samantha tilted her head a bit in confusion, "Hm, what is it?" She wasn't exactly sure what Y/n was gonna ask, but she prepared herself for the worst due to her bad habits.

"Have you been vaping?" Y/n asked, "I can smell something off of you from here."

The other female went silent for a moment before sighing, "Not vape, no. I believe you meant pot Y/n, cause I smoked some a while ago. You can still smell it off of me? I thought I doused myself in perfume to where it wasn't noticeable."

"It smells like you were smoking a few minutes ago, definitely not 'a while ago'. I thought you stopped?" The h/c haired girl interrogated, which only made Sam begin to feel tense.

Deciding against explaining herself, Samantha finger gunned Y/n and said, "Hey, I got groceries to get. See ya!" She waved, then took off in the direction she was going originally. She couldn't face Y/n about that so soon. That's not happening.

But a small smile played on Sam's lips as she thought about how ignorant Y/n was. There's so little Y/n knows, but she acts like she knows everything. It's cute, but it's definitely something she could get in trouble for.