Frozen Hearts (Jeff The Killer x Cutter!Reader)

Isolation

~*~*~*Your POV*~*~*~

It had been at least 2 hours since Jordan had agreed to help Slenderman and walked into his hidden lab for tests. After a few minuets in the beginning, a girl with cat ears and tail walked in with clothing in her arms and told me to change so I'd be more comfortable while I wait. She said that the clothes (click the external link to view your clothes) she gave me were the only things that would most likely fit me. I was comfortable in the new clothing but I was starting to feel more and more uneasy with every passing second and could no longer sit still. What's going on in there? Why couldn't I go in with them? Who is Jordan, really? So many questions raced through my mind but I couldn't find the answer to any of them. Frustrated and confused, I stood up and started to pace around.

"I can't believe he made me stay out here with you instead of going in with them to run the tests." I complained as I paced faster and spun on my heel to start the other way. A low husky growl came from the other side of the room.

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you hate me that much? I mean, yeah, I slaughtered your parents and almost killed you and your sister but the past is the past. Get over it." I stopped pacing and glared at the man responsible for the majority of my pain. He was casually leaning against the wall next to the hidden passage way with his arms crossed over his chest and one foot propped onto the wall. His dark, unblinking gray eyes met and held my (E/C) ones. We stared at each other, not moving, until I scoffed and started to walk towards him.

"I didn't mean it that way, you nimrod. And for the record, yes I do hate you but be grateful that my hatred is not as much as Jordan's." I stopped a few feet in front of him and had to look up at him. I jabbed my finger into his chest as I continued, "You made our lives a living Hell for the past four damned years, you know that? Out of all the places and people you could have killed, you chose my house and my family. Brutally and mercilessly, you slaughtered my family and destroyed my life! And you want me to get over it?! The past may be the past but I have to live each and every fucking day with the still fresh and harsh image of the bloodbath you created forever burnt into my memory... Whenever you do decide to kill me, which I know you will, or whenever I happen to die, you'll remember my exact words: I will NEVER let my hatred burn down. I may die and my soul may disappear but my burning rage will never falter." Tears slowly stung my eyes. Upset at Jeff and embarrassed from my watery eyes, I looked down to let my (H/C) cover my face and I stepped back from Jeff, towards the large doors that lead out of the study while gripping the hem of my clothes. "You're just a heartless, bloodthirsty monster, Jeff. I will never forgive you for what you have done... never..." I whispered before turning and running out the doors, tears now streaming freely down my face. After a few seconds of running, Jeff's voice called for me, telling me to come back, but I completely tuned him out and continued to run down the hallway. I didn't know where I was going but right now, I really didn't care. As long as I'm away from him.

~*~*~*Jeff's POV*~*~*~

"You're just a heartless, bloodthirsty monster, Jeff. I will never forgive you for what you have done... never..." (Y/N) whispered hoarsely before turning away from me and running out of the room. My feet were planted to the spot where I stood and I stared at the wall across from me, speechless, while I had tried to process everything. Heartless, bloodthirsty monster.... Never forgive you.... How had a silent moment turned into such a troublesome, painful one? Is what she said true? Had I made her suffer that much?

Gaining my senses back, I quickly ran to the door. I could see her (H/L) (H/C) hair swinging behind her as she ran further and further into the dark hallway that was only lit by a few candles mounted onto the walls. It had dawned on me that she had no idea where she was going and was an easy target for the deadlier pastas in the mansion. I cupped my hands around my mouth and called for her.