Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Training

Jeff brought me to a room with training dummies, targets, a tree, an area where the weapons are held, and a track going around the whole room. It was outside, but inside at the same time; like a greenhouse, only not as hot and without a roof. It actually seemed air-conditioned. Somehow.

The training dummies were on the right on the entrance. The targets were straight on, and the weapons were on the left and so was the tree.

"This is where you'll train for the next 6 days. I'll be supervising," he explained.

"Okay, well what type of training am I supposed to do right now?" I asked.

"Today you will learn to increase your stamina, as you'll be running two miles at least to get to the medkit."

"Okay, I ran track at school a while back."

"Alright, well that's good. On the count of three, run as fast as you can, no stopping or slowing down."

"Okay." I got ready, mentally and physically preparing myself.

"One... two... three!" Jeff called. I dashed. I made about 2 laps before I was gasping for air. My lungs stung and my legs were aching, so I started slowing down. Keep in mind the track was a quarter-mile.

"No slowing down! You gotta outrun me, and I'm fast," Jeff said, sternly.

"This... feels... like the... pacer test!" I managed to get out.

"Oh, this is much worse than the pacer test. You're gonna go 'til you drop."

"Seriously...Jeff?" I asked, feeling like I was about to die.

"Yup," and as if to demonstrate how fast he was, he ran around the track 8 times in a matter of 3 minutes.

"Damn. You are fast, " I exclaimed, surprised.

"Exactly. You gotta outrun me and get to the medkit."

"Whale shit."

"Hah."

I kept running, using my pain as motivation. I did not want to fail this test, even if it didn't matter. I wanted to prove myself worthy to be a creepypasta.

I literally dropped after 14 laps. I ran three and a half miles.

"Not half bad. Your time was 10 minutes and 16 seconds. You'll get better tomorrow," Jeff announced.

"You... mean... we're... doing this... tomorrow?" I asked between breaths.

"Yep, and the day after that. Then we'll work on your pain tolerance."

"Are you... kidding?"

"Sadly, no."

"Oof."

"Huh?"

"It's a thing... among teenagers. If you'd pay... attention to social media... you'd know," I explained, my breath coming back. I was hunched over.

"Oh?" Jeff said, confused.

Then it started raining...

"Well, guess we'll have to cut the training session short," he informed.

"Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air.

"Ugh, we're working twice as long tomorrow."

"Shit." I stood up and we walked inside the mansion. I saw Clockwork, who I haven't met yet.

"Who the hell is this?" she asked.

"This is (Y/N). She's training to be the new Creepypasta," Jeff replied.