"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore.
"Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me.
I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done."
He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying."
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An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him?
(Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs.
(a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3.
⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs
cover art by shatteredankles on instagram
All the stories are true. All of the sightings, the myths, the legends, the encounters. Deep inside the darkest forest, is a mansion full of killers who feast on the blood of the innocent and not so innocent. There really is a man with long arms and hands, whose face is as blank as death. This band of misfits truly considers themselves the last family that have left. Until they met you.
Slenderman saw great potential in you when, even on your last beats of strength, managed to take down his Proxies and Jeff the Killer. Slowly, but surely, the Pastas nursed you back to health and sharpened your abilities to their maximum. This was it, you finally had a group of friends you could call family. All was good. Well, in your life, at least.
The truth is, you're being hunted. By none other than the most powerful demon that could ever roam this earth, Zalgo, Lord of the Underealm. And, to your uncomfort, your father. Ever since you had fought him and fled his kingdom, he has done everything in his power to torment you into returning home. You vowed to Slenderman that you would never leave and betray the Creeps. You couldn't. After all they had done for you?
But how long can your promise last?
Will Zalgo manage to break you?
And who will be strong enough to stay by your side?
Warning: major swearing *cough cough* Jeffrey Woods *cough cough*
This is also a Male!Reader × Jane the Killer story. Even though, yes, I know she's lesbian but let a guy dream (even though I'm not a guy)!