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Jeff the Killer X Reader (Part 2)

This was a stupid idea, why did you have to be so stupid?

Deciding to follow a murderer was not the best thing to do at 1 in the morning, especially when that murderer just tried to kill you.

And yet here you are, following what seemed to be a wounded monster. He staggered through the dark street, still holding his side. He had been doing that since you tackled him, and he had also mentioned opened wounds.

Has this guy been in a fight before? And if so, with who? Who would dare challenge someone who had looked so crazed?

You froze when you saw the guy fall, and you instinctively wanted to help. Was it because he looked so innocent from behind? Like he really was just some teenager who had crossed some cruel gang or something.

He stood again, before looking around him and heading towards a building. He didn't look behind him, clearly thinking no one would follow him. He really was on the top of the food chain then huh? Not needing to look behind you for any sort of danger, you could only imagine that sort of bravery.

You blinked, before shaking your head. Keep focused, you've chosen to follow this guy, don't lose him now.

Wait, where was he?

You looked around, before hurrying over to the building he had been heading towards. No one was around, and there were no signs of anyone even being there. No wonder this guy was still on the loose, how were you meant to find him now?

Something clattered and you spun on your heel. Someone was here. But where had that sound come from?

An alleyway caught your attention and you frowned, that seemed too obvious and cliché; but if it led to the guy, then why not?

You walked over, looking around into the darkness. Maybe you should have planned this better, a flashlight would have been smart, especially considering the circumstances. Following a killer into the dark, even if he was injured and not interested in fighting you, was probably never a smart thing to do.

But then you thought for a moment, why didn't he want to fight? All you did was tackle him, and he ran with his tail between his legs. Surely it wasn't because of some injury, he would have still killed you, especially since he knows you saw him.

You were a liability to his freedom, if you went to the police, you could tell them everything and they would be able to catch him. You didn't doubt he would return to finish what he started. But... Maybe he was smarter than that, maybe you'd never see him again because you had seen him.

Man, this was getting confusing.

There was another clatter, like a bin lid falling to the ground, and you jumped, holding your hands up in defensive fists.

"You know... That won't help you..." A voice mumbled out, sounding almost raspy, "You're weak, I doubt... A punch... Would keep anyone at bay... For long..."

You frowned, looking around the dark alley. Where was that voice coming from?

"You're also... An idiot for following me..." The voice rasped again, "I suppose... You're lucky I'm... In such bad shape..."

"Why are you in bad shape?" You asked, still trying to find the source of the voice. Your (e/c) eyes landed on a pair of sneakers sticking out from behind a dumpster and you walked over slowly.

"You're... Weird..." The voice started to grow faint, but still managed a deranged chuckle, "I hope you... Know that..."

-Yeah, I know- You thought to yourself, -It's not everyday someone follows a murderer-

The alley was silent again, the only sound being a light gust of wind that made you shiver, and a light breathing from the dumpster. You walked over, before finding the guy sitting against the wall, holding his side; which now had a large stain of blood.

You searched the area, looking for a way to stop the blood. Was there anyone around that could help? Or maybe some cloth to wrap around the wound to stop the bleeding?

Nope, nothing.

Alright then.

You let out a sigh, before reaching down to the guy and lifting him up. He was definitely heavy, but you managed to get him over your shoulders and lead him back to your new home. Your parents should both be sleeping by now, so sneaking him inside won't be a problem.

However dragging him upstairs was. He was getting heavier, the more you carried him the more tired you got; reaching your room felt almost impossible.

But you got there, and you were happy with him laying on the floor. Once he was down, you went to get some bandages and things to clean the wound with, along with stuff to stitch the wound closed. You weren't sure how bad it would be, and you wanted to be prepared.

Once you were back in the room, you closed the door and turned the light on. The human stirred a little but didn't wake; it was weird considering his eyes were always open, but you knew he was still passed out because his breathing was quiet and laboured.

You let out a sigh, before lifting his stained jumper and black shirt. (E/c) eyes widened at the starch white skin, which had a large gash cutting through it. It was still bleeding, but it wasn't heavy. You set to work, wiping the wound clean. Your hand brushed against his side, his skin felt leathery and dry. What had happened to him to make him like this?

A groan escaped his lips and you jerked your hand away. Was he waking up?

The guy's head tilted to the side and he let out a sigh, going still once again. Nope, still out. You gave a light smile, before grabbing the gauze and starting to wrap it around his middle. He hardly moved, in fact his body seemed tense.

You raised a brow, before pulling the gauze against the wound and making him hiss.

"Hey!" He flinched away, sitting up more, "That hurts!"

"So you are awake. How long have you been conscious for?" You frowned, ready to jump back if he attacked.

"I just woke up then..." He growled lowly, holding his head, "Where am I?"

"Your room as you mentioned before." You went back to wrapping the gauze around his middle, "You passed out in the alleyway."

"Ngh- Why are you helping me then?"

You shrugged, "I'm weird, probably stupid."

"You've got that right..." He grunted, leaning his head back. If he could close his eyes you bet he would have just then; instead he was stuck staring at the ceiling.

Once you finished, you tied the wrapping and tucked it under the rest, before pulling his shirt and jumper down. You sat back, suddenly feeling exhausted. It must be nearly daybreak by now.

"Right then." The killer stood, twisting his body slightly as if to test your work, "Thanks I guess, even though I didn't ask for it. You're cool, you can have my room."

"Uh... Thanks?"

"And if you don't mind, I'll come to you for more patch ups."

"Alri- Hey wait a second." You crossed your arms, "I don't even know you, you tried to kill me."

"And yet you still helped." He chuckled, the wide smile across his cheeks seemed genuine, "I'm Jeff, that's all you need to know."

"Okay fine. Just don't make it so late." You huffed, "I'm (Y/N)."

"Right, well (Y/N), it's good to finally have an acquaintance." He gave a small salute, holding his fingers to his head and flicking his wrist, before he jumped out the window and onto the tree.

You watched as he climbed down, before running off into the night. His blue eyes shined in the moonlight as he looked back, before disappearing into the trees.

Ehhhhh it's not very romantic either... I'M SORRRY DX DX DX But I hope it was still a good read!

RJ Out!!!