Jeff The Killer X Reader

Chapter 9

A little girl is happily skipping across the street toward a familiar yard. Two bikes were dropped onto the porch. I knew I was back at the old neighborhood, back to when I apparently knew two boys, one that looks like Jeff. These memories are now revealing themselves, memories I didn't know I had. Yet, I knew exactly what day this is. She steps to the door about to knock when she heard crashing and yelling. Her small body began shaking before she bolted to hide in the bushes at the side of the house. The slamming of doors vibrates the walls of the house. Then a window quietly creaks open turning she sees the young boy with dark hair escape and runs off. Without a second thought, she chased him. He was her friend and she cared for him. 'Jeff, why am I having these dreams or memories?' I thought before catching up with the small children.
There was an abandoned lumber mill behind the neighborhood. I remember it was a right of passage, every year on Halloween freshmen would go there as seniors hide and scare them. Following the sounds of crying, I see them huddle together as she tried her hardest to keep him calm. Then I see something rusty clutched in the little boy's hand. "You can always live with me?" Her soft sweet voice filled the dusty air. "(Y/n)..." There's a pause. "It's too complicated." Something tells me the two kids had this conversation a hundred times before. "Expect, after you were gone." I say out loud knowing the story, but unable to place the bits and pieces.

Coldwater splashes my slumbering face, coughing out the water that found its way up my nose. I didn't bother checking my surroundings or my kidnapper, my first extinct was to pull my arms, sadly I'm restrained. My eyes squinted and I shot daggers at the person in front of me. "Feisty. I like it." I hear a voice tease at the back of the room. They were hidden in the shadows. "I don't know, she may not be worth much." A feminine voice rings out from above. 'There are stairs, so I'm underground. Most likely a basement.' My mind began putting pieces together something I do time from time. The dim orange light over me made the woman's complexion look less elderly than she actually is. Under the makeup, I see the fine lines that she desperately attempted to conceal. Taking in every detail, the mole on her neck, gold necklaces with big jewels heavily hanging Dark pearl earrings pulling her ear lobes downward. Her boney cold hand squeezed my cheeks as she examines my face. "She has a pretty face, but it's
too innocent."
"She may look innocent, but people will pay good money for a young face to treat as a child. I don't recall what it's called but I believe her face will appeal to the dominant males that want to be called daddy."
'I think I'm going to be sick.' I thought before darting my (e/c) eyes to the person closest to me. "Very well, you. Make sure she's ready for tomorrow." The woman barked at the covered figure next to us. The person who took me. 'I will get out, and you'll never do this again.' I vowed internally sending more than draggers to the woman and the other person as they slowly walk upstairs speaking lowly to each other.
"Okay, the easier you make this, the less pain you'll be in." A deep low voice broke my trance as he removed his coverings. Pulling the black mouth cover I see his red patchy beard, honey eyes that lost any hope, light, and humanity that it once held. Hair kept short, maybe to make sure less evidence that could place him. He's toned making my slumped form small. Watching his every move my mind collected every information it could.

Jeff's POV

My legs couldn't go any faster no matter how much I threw my body forward and rapidly move my arms. I knew Slenderman will take me off the case, I had to find (y/n). He could help me. It's been a long time since I've seen him. He left, knowing I'll be cared for at the mansion. No longer having to cover my tracks as I left a bloody trail of bodies. Without him, I would have been caught long ago. Knocking on his door his green eyes lock with my piercing blue-green ones. "I need your help." I tell him. He yanks me inside, "Why the fuck are you here? And can't your pasta family help?" He asked through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed, striding away from me. I stood there, unsure why he's angry. 'Get to the point!' My mind screams knowing we may not have enough time. "It's (y/n), she's been kidnapped."
Her muffled scream of help echoes through my mind, as my mind argued with itself to stay sane while the other voice was ready to snap. My hands shook violently as I stood before him, he finally takes another look over at me. "You look like shit." He tells me before grabbing a drink. Pushing me onto his sofa he plopped next to me. "Jeff, try to calm down. Where was she last?" He asked me, pausing I pull out my phone and track her location. "Liu- thanks." I tell him knowing that's what normal people say to others.

I wanted to add more but didn't want you guys to keep waiting so here you go.