Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Nightmare

I was in a white space. Jeff was there, with blood all over him, and a dead body on his right. He was coming toward me, bloody knife in hand.

"Jeff! It's me!" I called as he stabbed me. Pain shot through my abdomen.

"Who's me? I don't know you."

Eyeless Jack comes, along with the rest of the creepypastas.

"Let's talk! Please! I don't want to die."

"Take your final breath, you're gonna need it!" Suddenly, my doppelganger appeared. She stabbed my lung. I was still alive, somehow. As if I couldn't die.

"How are you not dead!"

All I said was, "I'm you."

"Wha-" my doppelganger dropped the knife.

"We are the same."

It all made sense. Right at that moment. Everything was clear.

"You're my psycho half," I continued.

My doppelganger, covered in blood, picked up her knife. She stabbed me, over and over. I was near-death, I felt it. Jeff and the others were cheering her on.

"Say goodbye, sanity!" she screamed, stabbing me one last time in the throat. My blood spurted everywhere.

But I didn't wake up.

Instead, I delved deeper into the dream.

She hauled my body out of the white space, and into a graveyard.

I was still conscious of everything, yet not. It was an out-of-body experience.

I watched my body being thrown into an open grave, with my name written on the tombstone.

This was all planned.

All of it.

My death, the end of my sanity.

I felt myself slowly going insane as if I haven't slept for 78 hours.

I pulled out a knife, willing to kill anything that moves.

My doppelganger did the same. She felt the same.

We were one and the same.

Suddenly, we merged; my soul and hers.

We were officially one. Sanity was long gone. It was only insanity that ruled. Sanity was nowhere to be found.

We were at the graveyard. Jeff was behind us, arms open as if he wanted a hug.

We ran to him. He was the one thing we cared about.

We kissed him, his soft but scarred lips brushing against ours.

He pulled away, then we noticed the knife now protruding from our stomach. He betrayed us. He must die.

We pulled out our own knife, our preferred weapon, and tried to stab him back, but he was too quick.

"I'm sorry it has to end this way, kitten," Jeffery said as he plunged his other knife into our body.

I woke up covered in sweat and gasping for air.

"Hey, kitten, you okay?" Jeff asked. It was still dark.