Jeff the killer X male reader (I'm sorry)

Part One: Regret

You layed on your bed staring at the ceiling trying your best to fall asleep. Then you heard a noise in your parents bedroom. You heard screaming, knife against flesh, and laughing. Out of terror you hid in your closet, peeking out of the door. Your bedroom door opened and a guy walked in. He had a white blood stained Hoodie covering his face, black ripped jeans, and he was clutching onto the handle of a bloody knife.
    "Come out I know your in there, there is no hiding from me!" The guy laughed. You knew that no matter what you did he would kill you. You opened the closet door and stepped out, staring at your feet.
     "Good boy," The guy said.
     "I know that there is nothing I can do, I know your going to kill me. No use fighting. But, before I die I want to see your face," you said quietly. The guy looked down at his feet and shook his head.
     "No, you'll scream, just like everyone else," he said quietly.
"I won't, I'm different. I can look into someone's eyes and see all the pain they've been through. All the reasons for why they have done stuff," you said smiling weakly. The guy sighed then took off his hood. He had pale skin and a smile cut into his face. You didn't scream but tilted your head lightly as you scanned his face.
"Why aren't you scared, why aren't you screaming that I'm hideous?" He asked softly.
"Because, I'm not scared. And calling you hideous would be a lie, you're beautiful," you replied. You asked for his name and he said that he was Jeff the killer.
"I'm not going to kill you (y/n). You're the nicest person I've met in a while. But, I guess since I killed your parents your my responsibility now. Pack some stuff and follow me," Jeff said. You packed your things into a duffel bag and followed Jeff into the forest behind your house. You both walked in silence for a while as the fact that your parents were dead sank in.
"What we're their names, your parents?" Jeff asked, breaking the silence.
"My mom was (m/n) (l/n), and my dad was (d/n) (l/n)," you replied quietly.
"I'm sorry. I regret it," Jeff said softly. The rest of the walk was silent.