Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Pain

We worked on my stamina yesterday and the day before that, today was the first day of pain tolerance. I had 3 days left until my final test.

"Alright, I'm going to start by hooking you up to what you will use to stimulate your pained and wounded state on the day of the test," Jeff explained.

"How much does it hurt?"

"Depends on the level. For now, I'm gonna have it at one and slowly go up to eight, allowing you to get used to the pain."

I gulped. "What kind of pain is it?"

"It'll feel like you're being electrocuted and stabbed at the same time. We often use this as a torture device."

"Whale shit!" I screeched once he connected it to me and turned it on. This was one?!

"Hah!" Jeff laughed at me. Did he just laugh at me at a time like this?

The pain was all I could think about. He was right about how it felt. I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly and electrocuted where the device was connected, and then some.

All I managed to say was, "It... hurrrtssss..."

"Don't worry, we all did this."

"I think... my brain is... gonna... explode!" my voice got higher with each word.

After a few minutes, my body went numb. I told Jeff this so he cranked it up to two. I started screaming in pain again but then going numb after a few minutes.

It went like this until we reached eight out of ten, which Jeff said we would be using on my test.

"So, are y'all just gonna crank it up to eight without warming me up?" I questioned.

"Yup," Jeff replied.

What came next was a sarcastic, "Juuuust peachy,"

"Hah, it's the best way to simulate you being wounded. Plus, I'll enjoy your screams for the first few minutes."

"I hate you." I love you, kiss me dammit!

"Well, then I guess I hate you too," Jeff said, seeming slightly disappointed for some reason.

Those words stung, but he was just saying them back, right? He didn't mean that... at least I hope not.

"So, now that we've reached eight, what now?" I asked.

I saw Jeff produce a beer out of his sweatshirt pocket, "Now," sip, "we start at two and work up to eight. Then doing that until you just start at eight."

"WHAT!?" I screeched. I was gonna die. Literally.

"Yeah. We all had to do this, and here we are."

"Can I just kill more people instead? I had a lot of fun killing Jess. The way his throat just gave into the knife was so satisfying."

"Well that's good, but sadly no. You have to complete this test to be a creepypasta. Otherwise, we'd have to kill you, as you know of our presence in this world."

"Shit," I mumbled.

"Yep..."

"Well, go ahead and start. I'll probably only writhe in pain for a long five minutes."

"Okay," Jeff said, before turning the machine on to two. I immediately regretted it, as I screamed in pain. This was worse than one! 

Well, duh, (Y/N), it's two. Three is gonna be even worse. You can power through this. You can do it.

Hours seemed to have passed before I didn't feel the pain anymore, just an annoying buzzing feeling.

Once I stopped screaming, Jeff pulled the lever to three. The buzzing feeling increased, and I made a slight moan.

Omg, that was so embarrassing...

"Heh. Tell me when you feel ready to go up to four."

"I'm ready, all I feel is an annoying buzzing type of pain."

"That's normal for being on the machine. Alright, four it is." He turned it up.

"Oh holy shit," I quickly said as the buzzing got even worse. It felt painful again.

"Halfway there, you wanna go to five?"

"I suppose...GAH!" Jeff turned it up to five, my body felt as if it were literally on fire.

"Let me guess, you feel the pain again?"

"HOLY HELL, YA THINK?" I screeched. 

Jeff just starts laughing. Screw you, Jeffery.

"HOLY SHIT!" I cried.

"I just wanna hear your screams," Jeff cranked it up to eight, without my saying so. I screamed in pain, not expecting it.

"JEFFEREY WOODS I SWEAR TO EVERY LIVING THING THAT I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I screeched.

"Not if I kill you first!" he joked.

"THIS IS NO JOKING MATTER I THINK I'M GONNA FOR REAL DIE!"

"Fine, I'll turn it back to five," he did so, and it felt so much better. Still painful, but not like my- body-was-gonna-explode kind of painful.

"Oh, my bejeezus thank you," I praised.

"Hah, your welcome?"

"Okay, you can go up to six," I said once I became used to the pain.

Jeff turned it up, and I felt more pain. I hated it, but it was necessary.

"You wanna go up to seven?"

"No. Not now. The pain is past just an uncomfortable background feeling. Give me five."

"Okay."

We did this, going up to eight until we just started there. It was painful, very painful. I swore that I passed out at one point.

"Are you gonna be okay? I heard you screaming bloody murder. It sounded nice, but coming from you meant bad," Sally said once I came back into the mansion.

"Did everyone hear?"

"Yeah," she replied.

"Whale shit."

Jeff laughed at my curse once more.

"Damn, I swore you were dying. Your screams were admirable, though," BEN Drowned glitched in.

"Holy shit, BEN, you scared me," I screeched.

"It's what I do best," he retorted. That bastard. BEN then gave me a thumbs up.

"Uh... thanks?"

"No prob, see you on the other side," and with that, he glitched back into his room, or I would assume so, as I heard Majora's Mask loudly upstairs.

"Does BEN play anything other than Majora's Mask?" I asked, "I mean, there are other Zelda games."

"Not really. He's known for haunting that game, so he does that. Then when he gets bored of that person, he kills them," EJ responded.

"Yeah," Jeff said.

"Will anyone try to kill me?" I questioned.

"No, you're gonna be one of us soon."

"Good." I let out a sigh of relief.

Jeff and I walked up to his room.