Tainted - Jeff the killer x Reader

Ch 4: Pain and Sorrow

-Y/n

Laughter erupted through the house. The h/c haired female had been previously sleeping, but was awoken by the cheerful sound. Confused, she rolled out of the comfortable bed and stumbled to her door. When she tuned in a bit more, Y/n recognized the laughter.

Sam and Leslie.

God, had it all been a sick dream? That's what Y/n was wondering. As she wandered out of her room, it became evident that it was coming from Leslie's room. A smile fell on her lips, relieved that everyone was okay. Leslie wasn't dead and Samantha wasn't hurt. She decided to join the girls because that was a horrid nightmare.

She walked over to the room, her soft footsteps barely audible. Their laughter got louder and louder the closer she got to Leslie's room. Once she was right outside the door, Y/n giggled and barged in, expecting the happiness of her roommates.

Oh, how wrong she could be.

Leslie was on her bed, but not sitting. Her limbs had been dismembered in a gruesome, explicit way. Her face had a gash coming from her forehead down to her chin, making it possible to split her face in half. There was a bloodied cheshire smile carved into her face, along with a little saying engraved into her thigh. Although Y/n was horrified and about to throw up, she came a little closer to the corpse to see the saying. Once close enough, it read,

"Go to Sleep."

Chills went down her spine as she read the phrase. No, this can't be real. It can't be! Leslie has to be okay, this is just a twisted nightmare.. But, if it was, then there's still one thing that doesn't make sense to her.

If this is a horrible nightmare, then was Jeff the killer breaking into Y/n's house and knowing who she was all reality? Was Leslie really dead? Was Samantha hurt? Did Samantha die?

Y/n's head span with thoughts and theories, just wanting an answer. This was dreadful and already taking a toll on her. Why? Why her? Who gives a crap if she's 'pure'? That doesn't mean that she should see a roommate die and the other get beaten and stabbed.

Answers. That's all Y/n wants.

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"Y/n!" A familiar voice yelled, worried. The girl stirred before her eyes shot open, seeing unfamiliar surroundings. The only thing she could recognize was the other person in the room. She attempted to rub her eyes, but realized her hands were bound behind her back whilst her legs were tied up.

She looked around frantically before focusing on the person in the room with her, "Sammy? You're okay?" Y/n asked, all her worries falling on her dear roommate. The girl who had been accused multiple times of throwing her life away and giving up. A leech. An asshole.

The bruised blonde gave a pained smile, "I'm all good Y/n. Don't worry bout me. Are you okay? Did that psycho touch you?" Samantha also had her hands tied behind her back and her legs bound together. The other female didn't really believe Sam was really okay since the blonde had witnessed Leslie's death firsthand.

"Yeah, my back hurts," Y/n arched her back and it cracked dramatically, "Where are we? Is Jeff gonna kill us?" She asked her roommate, who seemed to freeze momentarily.

"So that's who the fucker is," Samantha grumbled in shock and anger, "Infamous Jeff the killer that fucks everyone over and takes the only people they love away from them. I get why I'm getting dragged into this since all I am is trouble, but I don't know what he wants from you. If he lays a hand on you, the only person I care about that's alive, I'll kill him. No one messes with those I love and gets away with it."