Sweet Dreams- Jeff the Killer Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Another chapter dedicated to InsanityLurksNear- amazing girl really!

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I woke up dizzy and confused. What happened? The room I was in was very visibly old. It had torn once-white walls and beige carpets,with an antenna TV that I doubt actually works, and I lay on a beat up and dirty blue couch. Cliché, really. As much as I tried I couldn't seem overlook the splashed blood that occasionally stole my sight. Where am I? "Who's here and what do you want?!" I wanted to say. "I'm not scared of you!" Instead all that came out was a barely audible grunt.

Great.

I tried to get up but my throbbing head said otherwise. I reluctantly lay back down, trying to comprehend what happened, but I could barely remember my name.

"What is my name??" I thought, automatically thinking the worst.

"What if I have amnesia? Or a concussion? Or what if I died??"

I gasped at the last one, mostly because before my Grammy died I stole a container of hard candy, and I did not want to deal with that mess.

"Dude. It's Starlite. Duh."

Oh, right.

No more messing around, Starlite. you need to remember what happened last night. Let's see.. walking down the street... err.. voice... oh no. Now I remember.

I'm with Jeff.

I actually managed to scream this time, and as if on cue the man of the hour burst in.

"Ahh", he began, "I see your awake. (*Le grunt) Do you need anything, I guess. Make yourself comfy?" he said, but it came out as more of a question. Wait- hold the cheese puff did a psychopath killer actually expect me to get comfy?

"I do want something.", I said.

"What?"

"To go home."

"Ah, no."

"Cheese Puffs?"

"No."

"Water?"

"No."

"A blanket?"

"No."

"Why ask if I want anything if you won't actually go and get it?"

He stared at me blankly and shrugged his shoulders.

I sighed. This is gonna be a long..err..

"How long am I staying here?", I asked.

"Forever."

"No." I said, growing confident and standing up.

"What? No one tells Jeff the killer no!" He said, voice raising and anger etching his facial features.

"The killer card, Jeff? Pathetic.", I spat.

Anger and betrayal were visible in his eyes, him visibly being fed up.

"Sit," he growled.

Did he just tell me to sit?

"I AM NOT A DOG" I screamed.

"YOU SURE LOOK LIKE ONE, FREAK SHOW!"

"SAYS THE GUY THAT BURNED HIS ON EFING EYELIDS OFF AND KILLED HIS OWN FAMILY!" I spat back.

He looked at me, his un-blinking eyes tearing holes in my soul. His smile seemed a lot less smiley.

"If you dont sit the fuck down and shut the hell up, I swear I will cut your throat right now and piss on your grave." he said through gritted teeth. He just threatened to kill me, my claws are clipped. Wait, he was supposed to kill me already but he hasn't.

"Why," I began, "do you spare me?"

He sighed and shot me daggers, if looks could kill I'd be 6ft under.

"Why?" I persisted

"Um, its my life?"

"*sigh*"

"What's your problem!," I yelled, feeling exhausted. Not physically, but about this bickering.

He's a killer, not your frenemy. Treat him like it.

"MY problem is YOU! GET OVER IT!" he yelled, pulling his knife out.

That made me angry to no extent.

I was boiling mad and about to steam out.

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T AN INSANE PSYCHOPATH SERIAL KILLER AND KIDNAPPER WE WOULDN'T BE HERE NOW WOULD WE?" I screamed as loud as I could. His eyes flashed with anger and hurt, then he mumbled something inaudible.

"What?" I asked, quieter about it.

"I said get THE HELL OUT NOW!" he said in a growl.

I took it as my chance. I ran out but before I did, I heard him mumble,

"See you again."

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(A/N-  Thanks to @InsanityLurksNear  's tips, this chapter and every one from now on with be long and detailed. Even thinking about P.O.V switching in the next chapter...)

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