(Jeff the killer x sister reader)

y/n's day out

My laughter ceased and Toby remained unsteady. "That's funny Rogers." I chuckled trying to limp towards the toaster. "I'm s-sorry I d-don't know h-how to express f-f-feelings." He said struggling to get out.

"Yeah, wasn't being a dick a good strategy?" I scoffed sarcastically taking the waffles out of the toaster. "Oh yeah and um not bothering to know me." I chuckled through a haze of blurred tears. "You know you could have been truthful and nice but you didn't!" This time another fit of rage hit me.

"Toby I don't care if you love me that's not gonna change anything." I sobbed harder throwing my food at him. He dodged the pieces of waffle and attempted to get closer. "Y/n please give me a c-chance." He held my arms shaking me slightly and gently not to harm me. "Fuck off!" I pushed him and limped towards the living room.

"Y/n please!" He shouted as I tried to run away limping alot. I felt trapped within the walls of the mansion and decided to go outside from all the chaos. "Hey y/-". I heard as I ran towards the door. "Y/n!" I heard someone shout my name which only encouraged me to run faster.

"I'm sorry y/n." The voice said as it tackled me to the cold wooden floor. "Get off of me." I struggled writhing against the figure. "Y/n what's up with you?" He flipped me so I was still pinned beneath him. "N/n please stop this tell what's going on inside that head?" I opened my eyes and saw Jeff's pale eyes as he restrained me.

"Let me go please." I begged and pleaded to him to let me leave. "Y/n tell me what's happening inside of that head." He lend a hand so I can stand. "You won't understand." I barked tugging my wrist back.

I screamed and pleaded him to let go my face hot and flustered as he slapped me across my cheek leaving a violent imprint along with a few drops of blood. "You're just like the rest." I whimpered shoving him away. "N/n wait no please!" He shouted as I ran away from the mansion.

I was on my motorcycle when Jeff appeared in front. "Jeffrey move." I growled starting up the engine. "Please."  I scoffed and left in a poof of smoke. I hated leaving again but I couldn't control it anymore. "What's wrong?" A voice asked I felt myself grow more violent. "None. Of. Your. Business!" I growled taking out my pistol and shooting the entity.

"Aww who got you all hot and bothered?" I recognized the voice in an instant. "Offender?" I asked breathlessly. "Ding ding sweetheart." He purred in my ear. "You'd be surprised on how many creepypasta's have a crush on you." He whispered sending shivers.

"How many?" I was confident as he chuckled and wrapped his tendrils around me. "7." He hissed placing his hat on me and swaying me gently. "Interesting." I pondered who could possibly like me. "Who are they?" He chuckled deeply setting me down onto the mossy floor. "Its a secret." He smirked licking my earlobe. "You know most of the people I torture have a strong emotional feeling towards you." I blushed as he placed a kiss on my neck.

"Now leave y/n." He shooed with his tendril. "I'm going on a date my dear." He pulled out 2 roses one red and the other blue with a smirk. "Well uhh have fun." I waved getting back onto my vehicle and speeding away. "Hmm he's going on a date then I'm going on a spree." Carefully I dodged a fallen tree along with several bodies.

"Damn proxies." I muttered stopping along a crossroad where multiple people believed was visited by crossroad demons. Smirking I snuck up behind my victim. "You called dear?" I batted my pretty little eyelashes at the desperate man. "Woah a real demon." He admired and stared at my body.

"Yes. What do you want?" He was taken back by the response but shook it off. He wondered for a second and thought about it. "Kill my cheating wife, she always comes home late reaking of cologne. She's killed our youngest and I've done everything I could." He sort of just sat there on his knees trembling. "How many years do I have left?" He pondered terrified.

"This ones on the house." His face lit up and attacked me in a hug. "Get off me." I warned, he understood and handed me a folded paper with an address. He turned his back on me as I vanished back to by bike and sped to the city.

The city was always a terrible place, dark alleyways filled with rapists and murderers. The smell of pollution and the ghastly sight of whores and hookers trying to have a good time. Groaning I turn the corner to a small complex apartment with bars over the windows lovely.

I jump off sighing as my bones crack with every transformation. "Time to have a little revenge." I make my way to the gate and easily jump over without anyone knowing.  I didn't need effort on this little side task because the women was already half dead to begin with.

I knocked on the door and there in her mighty glory she appeared the target with her flat curls and smudged makeup along with a half open robe. "Yes?" She slurred swaying a little. "Hi I'm your friend remember?" Poor thing was so drunk. "RiGht." She hiccuped swaying left to right her other hand that wasn't clutching the door was holding something maybe a glass of liquor. "Can I come in?" She nodded and waddled to the torn green couch with plush pillows as she collapsed down onto then. The couch frame groaned with her weight.

"Sit silly." She drank away her cup motioning to me to sit across from her. "Why did you cheat?" She looked puzzled as she poured herself another drink. "Because.*hic* he worked over time*hic*" the interior was crap wallpaper pealing off the walls. "That's not an excuse." I stated as she swishes around the drink. "His boss wasn't paying him so I pulled a few strings." She threw the cup at the falling strands of wallpaper coating them in smelly brown whiskey.

"Listen here... I'm going to help you by sending you to a nice place." She hummed caressing the pillow with her long red nails. "Like heaven?" She chuckled snatching the bottle and chugging it slowly. "No its hell." She popped the bottle from her mouth and awed.

"Do it. My family would be better off." She sighed going to another section of the house. She stopped at the small bathroom to look at her worn reflection. "I'm a mess my husband divorced me and all I have left is this shit house." She sobbed collapsing on the floor holding her pale white wrist.

"Hell I wasn't even a good mother always bossing them and hitting them." I crouched down next to her to continue listening. "What can you expect from a poor girl who lived in a crack house her entire childhood?" Sympathy flooded in as she continued talking. "I-I feel you." I laid a hand on her weary ones, rubbing it softly.

"I saw alot of shit and did some stuff that still haunts me." I chuckled softly to reassure her. Her small face was covered in mascara and smudged lipstick. "I'm not going go kill you." Her face widened in disgust.

"If y-you're not I'm gonna!" She pushed me aside to open the mirror and grab a bottle of prescription pills. "You're the sign I've been looking for." She tried to pop the pill bottle open with no such luck. "Get away from me!" She growled as I reached for them. "No give them to me!" She hissed as the top came off exposing all the pills.

"Thank you." The women said dumping the contents in her mouth. "No!" I screamed as her head hit the shower extremely hard enough to draw blood.

Another life was lost because of me