Jeff the Killer x Reader: Don't Go to Sleep

My Past of Which Now I'm Not Proud Of (11)

Jeff's P.O.V: *Flashback*

At the age of only 13, I became one of the most vile, vicious, and deadly serial killer ever. But how? Well for those who know, I don't need to repeat it. The aftermath, however, is what brought me here to this manor and to you. On the night I murdered my family I fled from my house and escaped into the nearby woods, satisfied and full of adrenaline. The feeling felt so good that it was pleasurable, but as I finally ravish in my glory I began to think about my brother Liu. If only he would have stayed asleep, he wouldn't be dead right now. I could feel my eyes burn as the tears began to form around my eyes, I knew now I needed to take my revenge. I started my search for Troy and Keith's homes, I'm sure they would love to see when they mess with fire. Haha, get it! It wasn't hard to find Troy's place since he lived not far from the bus stop. I noticed that there was no car in the driveway, and a window was left open. Perfect, I thought to myself with a smirk on my face. I climbed into the open window and I hit the jackpot, it led right into Troy's room. He still had bandages and scars from the attack at the birthday party but I didn't care I wanted him to pay. He started moving around, he was about to wake up. Then his phone vibrated and it was a text from his mom saying that they would be home in 10 mins, the phone woke him up. Troy turned over to grab his phone still half asleep and didn't notice me until he turned around again and had a huge look of shock on his face.

"Hello, Troy" I greeted in a low toned voice. I started to move in closer then he fell out of his bed, completely frightened.

"W-who are you?! What are you doing in my room?!" Troy asked with a frightful stutter. As he bumped his head on the wall he reached for his gun, in which he had forgotten that it was all out of bullets from the fight. He kept pulling the trigger in hopes it would fire but alas it didn't.

"Seems you have forgotten that you have run out of bullets during our fight Troy" I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and slammed him against the wall. When he noticed my clothes and from what I said he finally remembered.

"Holy shit! Your that kid who killed Randy and we set on fire! I-I thought you were dead!" Troy realized in terror.

"Well~ you thought wrong. Thanks to you I've realized that you broke the barrier of my sanity, but I find it wonderful! I never knew I could have the desire to harm people and actually get a thrill out of it! Should really be careful who you decide to harm" I pulled out my blade and held it to his neck. Troy began to beg and pled for mercy.

"Please! I'm so sorry! Don't kill me!!!" Troy yelled. I removed my hoodie to have him get a good look at my face. Troy was horrified. Even tho I carved my face into an everlasting smile, I was angry.

"No amount of sorry will ever bring my brother back! Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep" I sliced his throat with my blade letting the blood spill everywhere until it started to make a pool. Troy suffered in the end and I'm glad he did. Once the deed was done I fled the house and went looking for Keith. I killed Keith the same way I did Troy and I've never felt more satisfied in my life, I got revenge on the boys who bullied us and nearly killed me. But yet the hole in my now blackened heart wasn't filled, I needed to keep on killing and so I did. For over a couple of years I became the "Ominous Unknown Killer" I have grown a huge reputation and I have been loving the thrill of murder, blood, guts, and gore. I started killing anyone in my path, of course planning accordingly so I don't get caught. However one night in the woods where I still live I started to feel for the first time in forever alone. That night I went to visit my brother's gravestone in the nearby cemetery. I can hear thunder setting the mood for a creepy atmosphere, but it was hardly enough to drive me away. Once I came upon the stone, I sat crossed legged in front of it and started to feel my eyes burn again; it was the tears. Suddenly I heard someone sneaking up on me, I pulled out my blade and ready to attack.