Carving a Smile (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 5

Wiping the sweat that perched on my brow, I tended to the wheat the I grew by myself in a room I squared off for gardening in my massive bunker. 

I wasn't a fool. I knew what I was doing. I had a few tricks up my sleeves, and learned a few handy things from my mother. 

I don't like talking about her though. I'd rather be here in the now and not look back on the past. Looking back makes me feel weak and foolish. After all, it's those who look back who never move forward. 

I huffed as I leaned against the post that held up the lights that acted as the sunlight, and looked proudly at my work. 

While tiring, it gave me an excuse to forget the outside world, the things threatening to take away my life given to me by my late parents. 

I would survive all this, no matter what. 

I put away my tools, and I could've sworn I saw a flash of white and black around the corner. It was mostly white though. 

I dashed after it into the vast, long hallways, but I saw nothing.

What was that? Am I finally going crazy? Have I finally lost it? I don't know, but I suddenly felt that my bunker was as secret as I thought it was...

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With feet spread apart, arms folded, and grey eyes darting over the barren land, the wind howled as it encased the figure on the cliffside. 

The wind ruffled the feathers laying within the six wings protruding from the figures back as they remained folded against the person's body. 

Another figure joined it. 

"Sister, how goes the hunt for (L/N)?" a male voice spoke out in a rasp, joining the six winged female. 

"I've seen better hiders. She's smart, but not smart enough. With Bleach face, I managed to find her base. He should be coming out right now," the female remarked, her thumb brushing her bottom lip thoughtfully. 

The male sniggered. 

"Bleach face?" 

"Yes. I have made it a point to come up with nicknames for the others, dear brother."

"Oh? What's mine?" 

"Shouldn't it be obvious? With your ability to control both crows and ravens, and fly with raven wings, you're nicknamed Birdbrain." 

"Ouch," the male figure pouted as he stared head on at his sister. 

"If you're trying to intimidate me with your height, I'll have you know we are both nearly seven feet tall." 

The male grumbled grumpily as he folded his arms against his chest. 

"How the fuck are you even wearing a trenchcoat and a black sweater?" the female turned to him, questioning what little sanity he had. 

He shrugged.

With a scoff and an eyeroll, the female turned back to observing the landscape.