𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

7 : Pretty Truth

I opened my eyes, feeling an icy cold breeze caress my cheeks, which was triggering. The most thing I hate about cold is when my  beautiful face is warm, and the low temperature of the wind just keeps smacking my cheeks.

I rubbed my eyes with a yawn, seeing that I am on a bench in front of a cliff, and I am not gonna lie, the view of the faded lights of the town was beautiful, how was I not here before? As I looked around and saw how many trees I was surrounded by, I now knew why. 
I could feel my cheeks and the tip of my nose frozen, and I already concluded they must be red by now, letting out a sigh to which I saw my breath, I pretended to smoke while looking around trying to remember, why and how am I hear. Until it hit me, Jeff probably sold me out, and left me hear all alone, but I do remember he was walking a straight line.. so maybe I can find my way back home.

"Well's someone's awake. (Y/N)... when you sleep.. you SLEEP." I heard Jeff say from beside me.

I turned to him, seeing he had changed his monochrome try-to-be normal outfit into his original white hoodie, and black pants. He was standing beside a tree, so I couldn't see how dipped in blood he was until he came in to the light.

"Please tell me that's ketchup." I groaned turning away from him.

I purely didn't like the idea of killing innocents.

"Relax, two guys just ganged up on me when I looked human." He said, rolling his eyes while running a hand through his hair, walking forward and sitting next to me.

"Why did you bring me here?" I said.

"You really needed to vent after Shaggie redhead and Kevin came one after the other." He said, carelessly, laying an arm across the back of the bench, which made his thumb rub slightly against my shoulder.

"Oh wow, a killer knows what's good for me. Thank you." I said, looking away from him and at the view.

"You weren't friends with her, were you? Shaggie, I mean." He said, turning to me.

I just sighed silently, thinking whether to talk or not. A whole list of facts can make me talk, and a whole other can make me not. In the end, I decided to talk, what could go wrong?

"Maggie... is the reason of all my insecurities. She's- her, and I'm me." I said a bit sadly, looking at my hands to which I had on my lap.

"Why are you saying me as if it's the worst insult someone could get, and saying her like she's a superstar of some kind?" He asked.

"Because it's true! Did you not see how- perfect, she is?! She's- she's- so- barbie, so attractive, so beautiful- I- I'm nothing like her, she just- keeps pushing me down. When we were young she would always be the leader of the team because of how people... praised her! And out of all, she chose me to make fun of, every. Single. Time. We meet." I said, before groaning and burring my face in my palms.

"Pfft- barbie? attractive?! Give me a break, if she had a sister, and a dog... I'd choose the dog." He said.

"Oh ha ha." I just crossed my arms, letting my back lay backwards on the bench, his fore arm brushing against my nape.

He sighed.
"I'm gonna try make you feel better, not- feel better, I'll only say the truth, but- from my point of view, but it'll be cringey how romantic this moment will turn into. Oh- and don't think I'm a pervert." He said, leaning forward, letting his elbows rest on his lap.

"Pssht- sure, go ahead and try. Say she must have flaws- say I'm-" I groaned looking away but he cut me off.

"Shut up and listen." He said, holding out a finger to shut me up.