Cynical Minds (Jeff The Killer x Reader)

Valentine's Day Pt. 2

You were home. You noticed that some things were misplaced, and you thought it might be Patricia, but you chose to ignore it. You sat down and started to watch TV.

Only if you could see Jeff...

You went upstairs and while walking towards the bathroom, you heard someone breathing. You looked around and saw no one. You decided to take a shower. You were immersed in thoughts when the shower curtain swings open. Freaked out, you grabbed your towel. You looked at the person, even thought she had a mask, you knew it was Patricia.

-What the hell is wrong with you!? You screamed at her.

-YOU are MY PROBLEM!! And I decided that I was going to get RID of such!! She replied, knife in hand.

-We all know that you don't have it in you, you faint at the slightest sight of blood. You replied.

-I said I was going to get rid of you but I never said I was going to do it. Hey! Come over here! Patricia screamed at the hallway.

This gave you enough time to grab another towel and wrap it around her neck. You were just about to suffocate her when Jack walks in. He's the school's psychopath who just so happens to be her cousin.

-Get your hands off of her, you stupid bitch! Jack screamed before darting at you, with a metal bat.

You closed your eyes because you knew it would hurt, but you never felt the blow. You heard the bat fall to the floor and when you open your eyes, a knife is sticking out from his chest.

-Catch. The person stabbing Jack slid you a knife across the floor. Just in time, too, for Patricia was fully awake and freaked out. Eventually Jack's heart stopped and the blade came out of his body, making Jack's corpse hit the floor, revealing the killer. It was Jeff. You were happy, you were going to say something when you felt something hit your back. It hurt like hell. You manage to turn around and it was Patricia. She was crying and she swung with the bat for your face. Again, you closed your eyes and nothing happened. You opened your eyes and Jeff also stabbed her. He made sure she was dead before walking towards you. During all the commotion, you dropped your towel, yes, you were butt naked.

-Happy Valentine's Day. Jeff said, covered in blood.

Seeing him like this made your heart skip a beat. When you noticed he was blushing, you remembered that you were naked. You frantically looked for your towel and covered yourself.

-Happy Valentine's Day, now, get out of the bathroom, please. You said, blushing.

He laughed and walked away, closing the door behind him. You manage to find your clothes through all the mess and surprisingly enough, they were clean. You get dressed and walk towards your room. Jeff was sitting in your desk chair.

-Came again to kill me? You asked, drying your hair.

-No, just came to have fun. Whenever I'm around you, something amusing happens. Jeff replied, looking at his knife.

-Why help me? You asked.

-Felt right. Jeff answered.

-That makes them 3 & 4... A little more and this house will become a murder museum. You said, sighing.

Jeff started laughing. You felt weird, watching him laugh.

-Just because I'm a murderer doesn't mean I don't have feelings, you of all people should know that. Why are you looking at me like that? Jeff stared at you with what seemed a pokerface, you really couldn't tell.

-I'm just not used to seeing you like that. Sorry. You said, looking elsewhere.

-That's okay, change that frown or else I'll carve a smile on your face. Frowning doesn't suit you. It bothers me. Jeff said, pointing the knife at you.

You started laughing.

-After all this, you think I'm scared by you? You said, before laughing again.

You regain your composure.

-What took you so long? You asked sitting on your bed.

-Missed me? Jeff asked.

-Of course not, I was just wondering why you weren't around. You said, pouting.

-Because you weren't in danger. Jeff said.

-Like I couldn't defend myself. You said.

-You can't, you're too careless. He replied.

You got angry and swung your pillow at him. He fell off his chair.

-Ouch... Jeff said.

-You're getting everything covered in blood. Go get clean. I just cleaned this. You can use my brother's clothes. You said.

-What about the bodies in the bathroom? Jeff asked.

-Throw them outside. More specifically, my neighbor's backyard. Knowing Patricia, she probably told her friends about this. And I can totally frame him. You said.

-What 'bout the dog? He asked.

-Dead, old age. Just dump the bodies there, and I'll do the rest. You replied.

Jeff did as you said and you did your part. You hid the knives in a box and went to your neighbor's house. He always left his garage open when he was out for groceries, which only gave you a 5 minute window of opportunity. You went into the garage, mixed the box with the rest and stepped out of the garage. Soon after, you receive a phone call from your neighbor asking you if the door was open so you could close it, because he was going to be home late. You closed the door and walked away happy. You then called Jonathan to asked him how to ged rid of blood. You told him that some parts of the living room still had stains and that you wanted to get rid of them, because you hated passing the UV light and seeing them every time you cleaned. He told you what to and you cleaned the bathroom after Jeff got out of the shower.