Carve Me A New One [Yandere! Jeff The Killer X Male Reader]

The Man With No Face

You grasp your head out in agony. The low frequency of the static made your ears bleed, tickling in between your fingers, the crimson blood looking dangerous to anyone that saw it.

But, sadly you were home alone. Your parents had left to New York for a business trip. They would have taken you with them, but you still had college to attend to and you were just busy.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, the lightening lighting up the windows as it reveals the rain, making the tree branches look scary and evil in the dead of night.

Your power had went out due to the severe thunderstorm outside. You were always afraid of the dark— well, not of it, but what was in it.

You jump slightly, always caught off guard by the thunder as you groan out your jitters and growl.

“What do you want from me?!” You shout, your short, (H/C) colored hair drenching in sweat as you fall to your knees.

Nauseates as you are, you felt sick. So sick that it gave you a migraine. Your eyes dart up to find your vision going blurry, the static getting louder, but you saw a tall black figure with a bleach white face with no facial features— no eyes. Nothing.

Your heart drops. No. Is this really how you die? Alone? In your house, no way to call for help? Your phone had bugged out hours ago and died automatically on 67%.

The figure starts to grow tentacles from it's back, all of them reaching out to you.

You softly groan, just accepting your fate as you close your eyes.

“Go ahead, I'm ready to accept death.” You mumble before passing out.

Gasping as you sling yourself up, wide awake as you clutch your bare chest, panting heavily as sweat beads your forehead.

“Damn that bastard. He needs to hop off my dick...” You grumble, laying back down as you close your eyes, not really making a difference as it was already dark in your room other than the lightening lighting the room up for a split second every now and then.

It was silence, but if you listen close enough, you can hear the rain prance along the roof of your house.

“How about you go to sleep instead?” A male voice fills your room, making your breath halts as you don't dare move a muscle as a sudden huge hand clamps over your mouth.