Cynical Minds (Jeff The Killer x Reader)

Happy Birthday!

Hope you have a strong stomach for this, it's not that bad (for me anyway) but I feel like I should warn you.

Even though, he did threaten you, Jeff never appeared again. You woke up to find that it was December 1st, a.k.a your birthday.

-Happy Birthday! Your father said while storming into your room.

He came and sat besides you.

-What do you want to do today? Your father asked.

-Sleep. You answered. You really didn't want to do anything.

-Come on, it's your 18th birthday. My little girl is growing up, soon I'll be all alone. He said, a little pained.

-I'll probably be like Alex and linger around till my 30's. You said, later realizing that you just mentioned your dead brother.

-Wish so. Anyways, I got you a present. He said, brushing off the previous topic.

You open the box to find some Hatsune Miku merchandise and a few signed CD's from Kalafina and vistlip. You hugged your father and he started crying. Losing Alexéi took a toll on him.

-I'm glad you liked those, but that's not the only thing I got you, there's something else. It was a pain to get 'em, but I managed. He said, while handing over some posters. You dropped them.

-This are not counterfeited, right? You asked.

-Why would they be? He asked.

-Are you telling Ishida Sui* and Isayama Hajime** actually signed these? You asked, surprised.

-Yup! He said, with a smile on his face.

You rose and proceeded to place the posters on the wall. You were actually happy for once, having official posters from Toukyou Kushu* and Shingeki no Kyojin** signed by their authors! Your dad decided to take you to the movies and to dinner. You were enjoying yourself until he started crying over your brother.

He's gone, there's nothing that can be done, why are you still crying for him? You thought to yourself. He got so bad, you had to go home. He apologized and locked himself in his room. You went to yours, and you could hear him crying, screaming, asking why they didn't take him instead of your brother. Well, that was rather obvious, he wasn't there. He never was there. You were really irritated by now, so you decided to listen to music.

You heard a loud crash through the music. You took your headphones off and went towards the noise. Your father was drunk, making a mess of things. You told him to retire for the night and you laid him in his bed. He looked at you with cold eyes.

-Why didn't you get killed, stupid bitch? Why did it have to be my only child? That's right, you're not my daughter, I just adopted you after your mother died. Why didn't you die? WHY WASN'T IT YOU!?

He screamed at you, punching you in the face. You decided you had enough, you couldn't stand listening to him anymore. You went to your room and grabbed your knife. You were jumping with excitement, you were happy. You entered your dad's room. He saw you and stood up, throwing a punch at you. He missed, and you threw a punch back. You punched harder than you thought, for he lost a tooth. He pushed you to the floor. You stood up and kicked him in the stomach. You didn't want this to be over quickly, you wanted to enjoy this, so you didn't use your knife just yet. He was going to grab you when you slid between his legs and cut both his Achilles heels. He fell face first to the floor, screaming in pain. Horror filled his eyes, making your heart skip a beat, you were happy. Really happy, like you have never been before. Normally, you would've been scared of everyone hearing him scream, but everyone was used to him screaming, so everything went peachy.

You approach him and knocked him out. You tied him up to a chair. You went to the kitchen and grabbed his favorite bottle of vodka. When you came back, you started slashing his body, making sure not to hit any major blood vessels. You slapped him a couple of times and he woke up.

-Untie me, crazy bitch!

-No! You said, giggling.

-You'll go to hell if you do this! You'll never be forgiven. He screamed at you.

-Sorry, hell must wait! Happy Birthday, to me! You said, laughing maniacally.

You poured the whole bottle on him, watching him squirm with pain. This is what being happy felt like. You felt like no one could stop you, like you were invincible. You proceeded to slash him some more, enjoying every second of it! Tears fell from your eyes, not from sadness but from happiness. You start slowing peeling off his nails, one by one. After that, you got bored and wanted to end it, but you felt unsatisfied. This was too pitiful, you needed to take it to another level. You gutted him, grabbing his intestines, wrapping them around his neck, tying them to the second floor rail and throwing him to his death. He bled and chocked to death.

Someone was standing in the shadows, staring at you.

AN: Thanks for reading! Yes, the story will get more psychotic as it progresses.

*Ishida Sui/ author of Toukyou Kushu (Tokyo Ghoul)
**Isayama Hajime/ author of Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)