Snapped (Reader x Jeff)

Sorry Not Sorry

I had started bringing a paint brush with me everywhere I went. I painted an F at every murder. Friendly! That's what I chose for my serial killer name! The weeks passed as my town soon realized there was a murderer that wasn't planning on leaving. The town quickly emptied. Even that stupid Danny had been eager to leave. It was fun. Riley didn't work at the hospital anymore either. I made sure to leave some families untouched so my house wasn't a sore thumb for no attacks. Then my family made plans to move.

That was when I decided it was time to reveal who Friendly was. I chose the outside of a bar. They always have cameras. I shoved my paint brush in my hoodie pouch. I asked my parents if I could go out and they obviously let me, not caring. I walked down the lit street calmly. Enjoying my last night of pure freedom. After this of course, I would have to live on the run. I stopped on the bridge and leaned on the blue-painted railing. Enjoying the waning crescent moon lighting swirls of water. I noticed a quiet noise behind me. Hopefully a car that can hit me. It didn't sound like an engine. More like, static. I turned and almost fell over the railing. An abnormally tall man stood at the other side of the bridge. He wore a tux so black I couldn't see any details on it. Even in the bright blue artificial light. Nothing except for the bright red tie. His face had shadows, but no face to occupy those shadows. The static grew louder. I covered my ears and closed my eyes tightly, falling on my ass and pressing against the railing. The static slowly faded and I opened one eye. Nothing. I stood up and shouted. "That's right! Fuck off!"

I stormed away from the bridge and quickly arrived at the bar. I noticed cameras all pointed at the entrance. I picked up the largest of the many, brown, glass bottles. I held it as people walked in and out. I pretended to not notice the sound of the camera zooming in on something. Obviously me. I'm acting suspicious. One woman came out of the bar, stumbling. Blonde hair in a messy bun and slinky black dress slipping off her shoulders. She held her heels in one hand. Her lipstick was smeared all over her cheeks and her eyeliner was smudged into smoky wings. 

She noticed me and laughed drunkenly. "What're you doing here munkchin?" Munchkin? I smiled at her sweetly. "Waiting for a mommy." She drunkenly held open her arms. "Here I am!!" I slammed my bottle against the wall. I listen to the tinkle of glass hitting the cement as her eyes widened in slight alarm. She looked like a raccoon. I raised the bottle with a jagged bottom. "All my moms are dead to me." I twirled the bottle so I held the sharp end out the left side of my fist. I slammed the broken glass across her cheek.

Sirens whirled in the distance as I pulled my paint brush from the pouch and painted a large red F across the cement wall that I had been leaning on earlier. The drunk's body lay in a torn flesh pile behind me. Bones stuck out upright as her body was squished into a swirl. I finished the word so they would all know my name. Friendly. "What the hell is wrong with you!?!" I turned from the dripping graffiti as a crying man cradled the body. He had bright blue hair and was wearing a grey sweater over tan khakis. He hugged the head. The only part I left intact, to remember that messed makeup. I grinned at the camera above his head. "Nothing! I'm perfectly, friendly!" I giggled like little child as I stared at the man's horrified face. I danced away as sirens got steadily louder. They'll never catch me.