HIATUS!! Gone Nuclear (Creepypasta x gender neutral reader)

Picking my Weapons

(Y/n)'s POV
After a few hours (sorry Jeff), I had finally narrowed down my choices to three possible weapons. Placing them on the table in the middle of the room, I thought deeply about my options. I want at least two weapons: one non-lethal and one lethal.

The non-fatal weapon I picked actually comes in a pair. They are two black fingerless gloves with brass knuckles built into them. Pretty simple, but I assume it'll be more affective than just plain fists. I pushed them aside to focus on picking my lethal weapon.

I turn my attention to the sickle that I grabbed. I picked it out thinking it's a pretty badass weapon. Plus I could definitely see myself using it. However, it has a downside. I want my weapons to be easily accessible and small enough to carry with me wherever I go. The sickle isn't super big, but it's also not the size I'd like it to be. It doesn't fit in any pockets. I could try stitching a big pocket in my trench coat for it, but even then it might still be too bulky. I don't want anything restricting my movements.

I look over to my other choice: a pair of black kunai daggers. Kunai are Japanese tools and weapons with many uses. Normal kunai tend to not do much damage unless the person using it is precise, but these ones are modified to be sharp so that the damage is easier to inflict. They are small and I can wear weapon holsters so I could quickly grab them. But despite their cool factor, I don't really see myself using them.

Dropping my head, I let out a sigh of frustration. It shouldn't be this damn hard to pick a weapon. If only there was a happy medium, a best of both worlds (or rather weapons). I don't think I saw a weapon like that though.. Or did I see one? I scan the room, wracking my brain.

Right on cue, Jeff swaggered in from the back room. He looked as cocky as ever and it seemed like he was hiding something behind his back. "You've been staring at the sickle and kunai for like twenty minutes now. Assuming you're having trouble picking, I took it upon myself to grab you the perfect alternative." He revealed what he was hiding. I smiled, shaking my head. It's the best of both worlds, well, weapons.

He was holding an awesome knife thing. Like the kunai, it had a ring at the end and was small in size, but the blade was also curved like a sickle. The handle was black and had three dents where some of my fingers would go. The blade and ring were a somewhat dark grey, looking closer I could see that the blade had a faint cracked design. I love it.

"It's called a karambit. Of Indonesian origin, it's known for its claw-like blade. Like the sickle, it was originally used as a farming tool. But it eventually evolved into it's.. True. Beautiful. Form." He said somewhat dramatically. Giving me a smug look, he twirled it. What a show off.

Before he could start running his mouth again, I spoke up. "I appreciate the gesture, but why help me? It's not like you." At first he looked like he was about to say something serious, but then he just went back to his usual smug look. It was as if he decided against saying his original answer. "Just wanted to speed things up." He said shrugging. I rolled my eyes. "Well thank you anyways."

After grabbing my brass knuckle gloves and finding a black holster for my karambit, we left the room to report back to Slenderman.