Psycholovers- Female Creepypasta x M!Reader

Chapter 3: Jess

A/N:
Ok, so real quick, in case anyone didn't know.
Jess=Jeff the killer
Lazari is a creepypasta comic character
Ticci Tami=Ticci Toby
Eyeless Jackie=Eyeless Jack
Benny drowned=Ben drowned.
I'll add more as I figure out exactly who I want to add, and I know there's art of these characters. The picture in the second chapter is Lazari's hungry state. We'll go more into that later.

Toodeloo~

As I walked down the hall, I noticed Lazari wasn't tagging along. I wondered how long she had sat by my bed. She seemed fully capable of handling herself, even versus my speed. I've always been faster than most people. My stamina though, needed some work.
I chuckled as I approached the first door, and I looked at it for a moment.
It was made of strong oak, the door a little brighter than the inside of the room I'd been sleeping in. There was a red smile painted across the door, almost joker-esque. The handle was an older bronze handle, but it looked like someone with a lot of strength had gripped it. It briefly crossed my mind what Lazari could do to it. I didn't have much time to continue pondering, as I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Care to explain why you're standing in front of my room, dipshit?"
The voice wasn't overly aggressive, and as I looked behind me, it was the girl from last night. She had replaced her white outfit for a simple creepypasta fan shirt, the one with the red circle and x, and some stylish jeans. She was actually very cute, went it wasn't tainted by the feeling she would chop my head off. I smiled as I shrugged, looking at her.
"Seems like you beat me to it. I was gonna knock and introduce myself. Slenda has told me I have to stay for a bit. Which means I have to get to know y'all." I said, leaning against the door. She looked me up and down, her eyes resting on my necklace. It was a simple necklace, a bronze scorpio scorpion, on a close to the neck silver chain. Her hand reached up to grab it, but as she did, the scorpion twitched. The scorpion's tail moved, going to stab her hand. She stopped just out of range, and the scorpion returned to still life.
"Neat little necklace you got there. What's it's use, protecting weaklings like you?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips. I shrugged and smirked, looking at her.
"I'd say it's better at keeping the crazy's away, but your still here. Might wanna be careful though." The joke was simple, but it elicited a laugh. She smiled, a genuine smile, and opened her door.
"Come on inside dipshit, we gotta talk.", Her voice made it clear it wasn't a choice, to which my response was a sigh. I followed her inside, and she shut the door behind me.
"Wow, ain't too often I get invited into a psychopath's room. I was expecting intestines and blood spattered everywhere." I joked, looking around. It was actually quite neat. I went to go look at a photo of her, and quickly regretted it.
I felt a pair of hands wrap around my necklace, opening the latch as I gasped from the shock of her cold hands. She pulled my necklace off, setting it on my bed, and then carefully picked up the scorpion. It didn't move, and she looked it up and down. My anger rose, and I stepped closer to her, going to snatch it from her hands. She stepped out of the way, and I grasped at thin air. I looked over at her, perched against her wall, and she read the inscription on the bottom.
"Nov, 13, 1998? What the hell is that?" She questioned, throwing the scorpion at me. I set it down, sighing as I waited a minute to respond.
"It's my birthday. This scorpion was a gift, from a family friend.", I replied, pulling it around my neck and back on. The scorpion came to life, and it stabbed me with it's tail, getting a trace of my blood. I hissed from the pain, but it was over quickly. Jess eyed it, surprise crossing her features. I wiped away the blood left over, and sighed.
"It had to verify it was me. I stopped taking it off except to wash it about four years ago. The protection spell only activates when it's around my neck, otherwise, it's just a plain necklace." I said as I licked the blood off my finger, instead of wiping it on my clothes. I smiled as I held my hand out, looking at her.
"By the way, my name is {Y/N}. I'm gonna assume your the infamous Jess the killer?" She chuckled softly, and shook my hand, nodding.
"You are correct in that case, but, I'm more curious about you right now. Who is that family friend?", She stepped closer, nearly backing me against the wall. It was hard for me not to look down, her rack large and pressed against me. I took a step to the side, heading to the door as I chuckled, shrugging.
"The only way two people can keep a secret, Miss Killer, is if one of them is dead." I said, leaving the room.
One down, four to go.

Jess's POV:
This boy... I wonder who or what he is. I sat down on my bed, the smell of his blood still lingering. He had powerful blood, and I seen no reason to press him for an answer yet. He's got to trust me before I start pressuring him. I laid back, thinking about whether or not to tell Slenda, when Lazari walked in. I looked over at her, and smiled as she approached the bed.
"Hey little Laz, how can I help ya today?" I asked, happy to see the little chump. She smiled up at me, gripping my hand as she pulled me closer to her. I knew better than to fight her, but her eyes unfocused and then refocused. She sniffed, looking at where {Y/N} was just sitting. She stepped closer, her eyes turning red as she smelt his blood.
Shit, that's never good. I thought as I tried to detach my hand. Her grip tightened, and I stopped struggling. I'd rather not walk around with a cast on. She looked me in my eyes, her teeth sharp and her skin growing dark.
Her voice was both deep and high when she spoke, perfectly unisoned. "The boy holds the power of an old Angel. Do not attempt to injure him." I knew that voice. It was the voice of Lazarus, her inner demon.
"Lazarus, what do you mean? Old Angel? He's a human." I asked quizically.
"Correct. The human blood inside of him is much like Lazari's, but it's the opposite case. The boy holds the Archangel's blood inside of him."