X suicidal reader (One shots) (Requests Closed) (On Hold)

Jeff the Killer x Suicidal! Reader

THIS IS STILL TRIGGERING, THERE WILL BE SWEARING BECAUSE THIS HAS A PSYCHOPATHIC KILLER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Warnings : Suicide, Cutting, Swearing.

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Cool air landed on your exposed back. You pulled the blanket over you. The cool air blew onto your neck.

You groaned and sat up. Your window was opened wide. You got up and closed it.

The room was much warmer now, but instead of going back to sleep, you went to the kitchen.

You took a glass out of the cupboard and poured water into it. A chair moved behind you.

You turned around, but no one was there. Your heart raced, but you shrugged it off and drank the water.

The clock on the wall read 00:03. "I'll go for a walk." You said and grabbed your jacket from the couch.

You walked to the door and glanced back to make sure that whatever made the chair move was not behind you. You left your house.

The cold air you wanted to get rid of earlier welcomed you. It nipped at your nose and ears. You walked around your town, relaxed by the peaceful quietness.

The stars and moon welcomed you with open arms unlike the people in your town.

You turned around and made your way back to your house. Your eyes drooped as exhaustion wrapped its arms around you.

Your house came into view just as your body fell to the floor.

You pushed yourself up, but your body was pushed to the floor by a force. You are flipped onto your back and your eyes meet green ones.

A man held you to the floor. His hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned it above your head.

"Get off of me!" You yelled and pushed against his hands so you could get loose.

"Shut up, bitch.". He said in a deep, raspy voice. The man in front of you had a red, damaged face. Around his eyes were red. He had long black hair and was currently sneering at you.

"Are you Jeff The Killer?" You asked. Your heart raced with fear. This man was going to kill you, but for some reason, that thought calmed you down.

"How do you know my name?" The man asked. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and held it to your throat. He glared at you, digging the blade into your flesh. You winced.

"I've read stories about you online." You said. You took a breath in order to calm yourself down.

"Well since you know me, I'll have to kill you." He said and cut deeper into your throat. You studied his expression as he slowly killed you.

"Can't you like cut my wrist so people think it's suicide?" You asked. Jeff glared at you. His grip on the knife loosened since he was shocked by your question.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" He asked. He pulled the knife away from your neck.

"Because people expect me to kill myself so if you murder me, they'll be disappointed." You said. Your expression was blank as you waited for him to do as you asked.

"Too bad." He said. I blinked, waiting for him to say it was a joke. He did no such thing. I grabbed his wrist. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked. I grabbed his wrist and pull his knife deeper into my skin. He pulled away from me.

"You're supposed to be horrified!" He said.

"Okay, okay do it again. I'll try to do that." You say.