Carving a Smile (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 2

Nestled among the boxes of canned foods from seemingly eons ago, I hid myself among them, curled up in the farthest possible corner. Anything to hide away from any stray sun beams, and hopefully confuse any straggling Skinburners. 

I sat on the concrete floor, my tailbone aching from my body position. Cramped, hugging my knees, and worried out of my damn mind. 
I froze as I heard the unmistakable moans of the Skinburners approaching my area, my daylight hiding spot. 
I strained my ears, hearing something else that didn't belong to the Skinburners.

"KYAAAAAA!!!" 

I peered into the daylight through a crack I purposely left in the wall. 

A small girl, probably about 10 years old, was screaming for help. I scoffed as I watched the Skinburners surround the poor girl. I didn't want to help, but as luck would have it, she managed to escape.

Unfortunately she ran right towards my damn hiding spot.

She dove for the cover my hiding spot held, and bashed her head right into my awaiting knife. 

I winced as the blade plunged into her skull, effectively killing her. 

I never enjoyed taking the life of others, but it was necessary.

I pulled my knife out, making a face at the bits of brain clinging to the blade. I quickly wiped it off onto the girl's ragged coat, and crawled deeper into the shadows as I noticed an acidic claw grab the corpse.

I gagged and covered my mouth so they wouldn't hear it. I could only be glad they had a horrible sense of hearing, and that they were dumb enough they couldn't put two and two together. 

I watched as they pack straggled away, carrying (more like dragging), the corpse of the young child. 

I admit, I felt sorry for her, but she brought it upon herself anyways. Only a dimwitted person would try and run from the Skinburners.

But, that would make me a dimwitted person, seeing as I ran from them myself yesterday.

Oh, what the hell. 

Rarely do people get away from such ghastly beasts, and even if they do, they don't get chased yet again by another survivor. I survived both. Couldn't say the same for the dead girl. 

I almost blew my cover by nearly knocking over an empty can placed precariously on the edge of an empty box. The Skinburners can hear metal clanging against something, especially concrete really well. 

Maybe a little too well. 

I shut my eyes in relief, but I suppose I celebrated too soon.

The sound of metal hitting concrete rattled my ears, and the Skinburners, not too far off cause they were traveling slow because of the now burnt corpse, turned around, groaning a savage, hungry call for fresh meat. 

And I was their fresh meat. 

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I was strolling in broad daylight, not caring if the ghastly beasts came after me. 

Why would they? 

They did belong to the Boss, the Operator, and they wouldn't dare lay one of their bloody hands on me. Hell, I was even one of his favorites. 

Brian came home the other day, wheezing and coughing up a storm, as if he hadn't had water in 2 days. 

I, being a bitchy person that I am, didn't bother to get him a cup. I had cheesecake in my hands, and that always comes first, especially when you are a bitch like I am.