Lovely - Jeff the Killer x Reader (🚧)

Scared (2024)

Jeff said he'd get in contact with his 'ghost' friend, moving the body onto an old tarp so I could work at the carpet. After I let the hydrogen peroxide solution soak in, we both scrubbed at the few spots left behind.

Jeff was amazed to find that the stain was nearly invisible. Unless you were really looking for it, you'd never find it. I just had to pray they wouldn't come to my apartment and use a black light for some reason. But as far as my security deposit went, I would not be losing that, no matter how many murders happen on these floors.

"Told you I'd get it." I said, sounding a bit proud. Jeff shook his head with a chuckle, leaning back against my bed frame as we were sat on the floor.

"I'm honestly impressed, detective. You'd make a great side kick." He commented, crossing his arms. I scoffed at the idea, some small part of me nearly glowing at his praise. I scolded myself for it.

Knock it off, (Y/N).

"I'd never be a side kick to a murderer. I'm literally the person who catches them and puts them in prison." I furrowed my brows, entirely too defensive to sound truthful. And he knew it.

"You can always teach an old dog a new trick." He tilted his head as he looked to me, the sight doing something odd to my chest.

No - no, stop that.

"First of all, absolutely not happening, second of all, I'm not old. I'm literally younger than you." I sighed, trying to seem more annoyed than I was. Curse his perception.

"Only by a year." He muttered, the fact he knew the information shocking me. I was just a drop in the bucket of detectives and agents attempting to track him down, there wasn't anything truly special about me, other than I'd been working at the case for so long. Even that wasn't saying much. My obsession with finding him was the only thing that probably stood out.

"And how do you know that?" I asked, suspicion filling my voice. It made me feel odd, thinking he'd been researching me like I had been him.

"I did my research in those 5 long years. I know all about you." He said, matter-of-fact. I scoffed at the idea. There's no way this idiot could find information on me.

"Oh yeah? When's my birthday?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

"The (B/D) of (B/M). And the year was 2000. Making you 24 as of this year." He said cockily, his head moving like a bobble head. I had to bite back a laugh at that.

"Okay. Maybe you know that, but you definitely don't know as much as you pretend you do." I rolled my eyes, knowing I'd probably answered more than I should've when we were chatting yesterday. The questions had seemed innocent enough, asking silly things like my favorite dog breed or if I liked elephants.

"I'm not so sure about that. I mean I have been watching you for a few months now. I've seen everything." He said, leaning in a bit. I froze, eyes widening a bit. It seemed Jeff realized his mistake in telling me, us staring silently at each other for a moment.

(A/N: Remember kids, just because you as the reader are given information, it does not mean the character knows everything you do.)

"Okay - it's not as bad as you think -" He tried to diffuse the situation, reaching a hand out to me, which I backed away from a bit. He'd literally told me he stalks his victims before killing them. His comment about me not watching my surroundings suddenly made too much sense.

"Tell me you weren't planning on killing me." I sucked in a breath, feeling more pissed off than anything. How the fuck did I not realize what that comment truly meant? I'd assumed he was talking about the bus, how I hadn't noticed a seemingly normal guy in a white hoodie, minding his business.