Snapped (Reader x Jeff)

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I stood still as I examined how I had changed. The first things I noticed were my eyes. They were complete grey in the center and faded black at the the edges. I realized the cut from my corner left eye to the top of my left ear was still bleeding. How odd. My hair was now a dead white-gray. I was wearing the clothes I wore when I killed Mrs. Bane that long forever ago. Unfortunately I had chosen to wear black jeans and a white t-shirt. With a grey sweater over my shoulders. Plain. Everything was spattered in dried blood. I gently pulled off the sweater and let it drop to the floor as I stared at my arms. I easily noticed the bright red Friendly still looking freshly cut and occasionally dripping as well. I pulled up the cuffs of my jeans. My entire body was now a shade of frosty blue. As I studied my body I realized I had grown stronger. Fair. I've been running and fighting other people for their lives. I quickly picked up the sweater and pulled it over myself. How annoying that it's covered in permanent blood. I opened the door and looked in the hall. Lots of doors. Exactly like mine. How ridiculous. I looked on the floor and picked up a loose knife. How strange it's just in the hall. Everything's strange. Including HOW. I carved Friendly into the door before sticking the blade in my pocket and walking the direction of yelling.

I walked into an obvious dining room. As I looked around at the fighting chaos they all slowly noticed me. I noticed another person with the same-ish outfit had me. Except his pants and shirt were both black and the hoodie was white. He stared at me and I noticed the carved grin on his face. As we made eye contact I noticed that his eyelids weren't there. Just a singed black. As I noticed everyone else I realized they all had deformities. Even a little girl had blood dripping from an unseen spot on her head. Well, there was some wearing masks but I assumed that was to cover deformities. Silence continued as they all stared at me. Then it was shattered as the carved face boy and a boy who looked like Link continued to fight, even though 'Link' was obviously losing. Everyone turned away from me and continued whatever they were doing. I wiped the side of my face where the cut was slowly dripping. Deciding I was hungry, I searched the cupboards until I could make myself a bowl of cereal. I sat at an empty spot at the table and ate in silence.

I ended up at an office door after I had tried to find my way back to my room. I was pleasantly surprised though. Time to figure out where the fuck I am. I tried to open the door but the door handle burned and I shouted, letting go. "Knock." I growled and slammed my hand on the door. "Come in." I threw open the door and stormed inside. Slenderman sat at a dark oak desk. I noticed the design of the room as my anger faded for a moment. Bookshelves lined the walls to my left and right. A dark red carpet softened my footsteps as I stepped closer. It remind me of the red blood staining my hoodie sleeve as 'Friendly' continued bleeding. Behind the desk two windows adorned either side of Slenderman's tall head. Behind his head was a portrait of himself. Conceited aren't you. The static buzzed louder in my ears. "Don't insult me Y/n." I frowned. That name... shit. That was my name! How could I forget that?! "Temporary memory loss. You'll be good as new after a few hours." I growled. "So you can obviously read minds." He tilted his head. Hey Riley. The static dimmed to a soft buzz again. "So, you miss Riley and Cas?" I narrowed my eyes. "I miss constants. Cas and Riley were parts of my schedule." He nodded. "Understandably. Riley was in the hospital after you became apathetic.  She would be important to your mind that had recently re-wired. Cas was just there." I crossed my arms. "How long have you been watching me?" "Since the car crash." He didn't say accident. He knows. "Of course I know. Otherwise you might not be here. I only adopt mentally unstable children after all." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not mentally unstable I-""Murders for fun, doesn't act on any emotion except anger, you're not terrified out of your mind at your new body or the fact you woke up in a different place you died in, you know you died yet you're not having a panic attack-""I get it!" I huffed. "Ok, fine. Agreed. Speaking of though, wh-""You're here becaus-""STOP CUTTING ME OFF DICKWAD." The static immediately roared in my ears as I collapsed to the ground and covered my face. Slenderman stood as his tentacles lashed out and waved madly behind him."DON'T INSULT ME YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A HUMAN. YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE BY MY RULES. NOW, YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS SIR AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME." I nodded lamely. The static quieted but still hummed loudly in my ear. I winced as I stood and I hated myself for shaking as I bowed my head. "As I was saying. You're here because I chose you to be a new creepypasta." Creepypasta? "Someone who is a horror story. You've murdered 83% of a town without hesitation. Enough yes?" I nodded. The static hummer louder. "Yes sir." It quieted. "Of course, your name is Friendly. Nobody outside this mansion must know your real name. You have no set weapon, which is unusual but I believe you'll be fine without one?" "Yes sir." He tilted his head and I looked at the ground. "Teachable. You'll do well to listen to me." "Yes sir." "Now, the others will be eager to play with you. You shall not take orders from them though. I am your guardian. If you have any problems come to my office. Warning though, you won't be able to find me if you're scared." "Yes sir." He stepped out from behind his desk and I flinched as he walked past me and opened the door. "Welcome to the family."