Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.
So, the bathroom was easily breached but balancing on the window ledge and landing on the bathroom floor quietly was more difficult than I expected, but because of my amazing agility, I landed without a hint of noise or suspicion. I opened the bathroom door and made my way across the landing, avoiding the creeks in the floorboards: Ive seen (name) do this soo many times before. Inch by inch, I opened the door to her bedroom, and there she was.
Sat against a wall in her night blackened room was (name) with her (hair colour) hair tied back in a low, loose ponytail. Her face was lighted up by her laptop that sat on her knee; her headphones were plugged in and from where I was stood, I could hear her music. Suddenly, she pressed her headphones tight towards her head and turned the volume up while getting lost in the music. I wouldnt connect her to that type of music, but hey, not my choice.
Right now is the calm before the storm.
(Name) removed her headphones while muttering something, stood up and walked directly past me and into the bathroom.
Oh shit! I didnt close the window! What is wrong Mr Sneaky? Losing your touch? Cmon Jeff, buckle up!
I worried about the window but (name) seemed to be in a world of her own, so hopefully no suspicion aroused. While shes in there, Ill have to hide in her room; behind the curtains is too obvious, but if I hide behind her, shell see me in the reflection on her laptop screen. I think Im best off just standing in front of her, shrouded in the shadows, like the brilliant stalking killer I am. No! Wait! Good old fashioned behind the door spot: what a genius! Ill just have to be still when she closes the door. Speak of the devil.
Finally, some time on my own, oh how Im grateful. This is my favourite part of the song! And Im back, but I wish the music would stop buffering. Well, you cant have it all
What? I cant believe its that late already I better go and brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Im not too tired but if I get ready now, Ill be ready later.
Ill just let this song finish. Effort I sighed as I had to get up and get ready. The landing creaked when I crossed it and entered an unusually cold bathroom. I must have left the bathroom window open, though I dont remember opening it. No now is not the time to be paranoid. Shut up and brush your teeth, (name), youll be fine. Just count to ten again. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Right.
Teeth brushed, face washed ready for bed. Ill just shut the window
I guess Im a little tired and going to sleep earlier means I dont have to sleep in.
I walked back across the landing and shut the lid on my laptop. I pulled back my covers and warmed up quickly in bed.
Hahaaa! My luck again! Slendy is on my side tonight. The girl just walked in and went straight to bed. Oh Jeff you sneaky devil.
Now is my time to move.
My eyelids felt heavy when I felt a sense of something watching me, but I brushed it off as side effects of the window being open.
My eyes shut as sleep overcome me.
Suddenly, I woke as a light weight sat on my waist and my arms were restrained by my quilt being pulled tightly across my chest. I blinked to clear my eyes and that was when I saw the horror before me.
Looming over me was him Jeff the Killer. His smile was wide and his unblinking eyes were unnerving. In his hand was his infamous large knife, it was pressed against my neck. He bent down and whispered in my ear, Theres no point in screaming. No-one can hear you. Now
I didnt let him finish the sentence because I know how it would have ended, so I kneed him between the legs. He toppled over in what I guessed was pain, and thats when I jumped off the bed and ran for the door.
As soon as (name) was in a deep sleep, I straddled over her, one leg either side of her. I pulled her covers tight across her chest to make sure she could even try to hit me. I know it wouldnt hurt but a little accident prevention now is forward planning later. That was when she woke up.
I looked down to see her horror-frozen face, framed by her (hair colour) messy hair. I put my knife to her neck immediately and was whispering in her ear when she kicked me in my no kicking area. Some people, huh? It was highly distracting, not because of pain; who would want to hurt beautiful me? Next thing I saw was her getting out of her bed and making for the door, so I grabbed her leg and pulled her back by her ankle. She scraped her shin, quite a silly little girl really.
I threw her back onto the bed, where I think the clumsy broad bumped her head. I pinned her down, making sure my targets were out of the danger zone and continued. As I stared at her, I expected her to start crying or shaking instead, she just looked to the left.
Hey! Beautiful is over here! Now look me in the face before I cut out your eyes, I semi-shouted at her, scaring the calm demeanour right from her. She looked at me and started shaking slightly, but still (name) stared blankly at me, one tear running from her right eye. We stayed like that for a while, until I took my knife and slashed her throat.
He dragged me back onto the bed and chuckled slightly when I hit my head on the wall. He held me down to the point where my legs and arms ached, then just looked at me. I could feel his eyes examining every inch of my body, judging me. I just looked to the left and tried to keep calm, until he shouted his fucking face off! Talk about issues! Not wanting to risk losing my eyes, I looked at him - it was like a one-sided staring contest, with his lack of eye-lids and everything. I think I began to shake under his grip and stare and I know my eyes started watering. Who wouldnt be scared with an ominous murderer pinning you down? We stared for what seemed like an hour. Then he took his knife and tried to end my life, but somehow, whether it was adrenaline or pure luck, I covered my neck with my hands - palms facing upwards. Nearly severing my fingertips of both my hands, Jeff looked slightly surprised at what had happened. And then the realism of what just did happen hit me I felt sick. As the blood poured from my fingers, I grabbed at Jeffs sleeves and begged him Why? Why did he kill (friend)? He just stared back at me, a mixture of confusion, smugness and pleasure painting his face a peculiar emotion. He bastard killed her and I want to know why! Before I got my answer, my vision started to blur. No! NO! I cant pass out! Not now! This smug prick will be the last thing I ever see and I cant prevent anything. Shit! No!
Everything went black