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Jeff the Killer X Reader

y/n=your name l/n=last name f/r=favorite restaurant f/s=favorite song f/c=favorite color f/f=favorite food f/d=favorite drink
It was FINALLY summer break. You were excited for the next few months of freedom you had coming your way. There were so many things you had planned; it made you giggle to yourself as you exited the high school building. “Hey, y/n, call me sometime this summer!” One of your best friends yelled behind you. You turned around, gave them a thumbs up with a great smile, and ran off towards the gate. You had absolutely nothing in your backpack since you emptied it out before you went to school that morning. There was one downfall to this day however; it was only a half day, meaning that your parents wouldn’t pick you up, so you had to walk home.
Your house was super far away from the school; it was just on the boarder of the county line, and the buses didn’t go on your street. You lived in a neighborhood of old people. It’s amusing watching them stand in their yards and fall asleep while watching the animals. Still, you were polite to them. ‘Man, there’s still *Years* of school left,’ You thought to yourself. You felt like something was watching you, so you turn around and only saw a small squirrel sitting on the sidewalk, debating whether or not to cross the road. Something moved in the trees that caught your attention, but you missed it. ‘Must’ve been a deer…’
You turned around and kept walking, this time pulling out your mp3 player and listening to f/s. You started mouthing the words looking down at your f/c sneakers. You preferred to be barefoot, but seeing a kid walking down the street without shoes would draw unwanted attention, so you just continued to stare down. You still felt a presence behind you, but didn’t bother to look. ‘It’s probably another kid walking home,’ you shrugged it off. You started to get a little thirsty, glanced up, and saw your f/r across the road. ‘Wow, I’ve walked far; I’m already in the neighborhood.’ You pulled out one of your ear buds and your wallet.
After buying your f/d and f/f, you sat down at a table near a window. You ate slowly, not wanting to finish the trip home and be left alone for another three hours. Once you finished, you thanked the person behind the counter who took your order, and left a tip. When you got a little ways down, three thugs stepped out in front of you. ‘Are these the people the news was talking about? The robbers currently wanted?’ You stepped back. “Hey there, missy, we saw that you had a lot of cash back there. Give it to us,” the one in the middle demanded.
You smiled, and replied, “Now, why should I do that?” They looked surprised from your courage. You had confidence in your fighting. These guys were just robbers after all. It wasn’t like they were murderers or whatever. The larger one stepped forward popping his knuckles. ‘So he’s the brute strength…’ You stuck your hand into your back pocket, dialed 911, and put it on speaker for one way. “Are you the robbers from the news?!” You yelled out, loud and clear. The middle man yelled back, “Yeah, what’s it to you?” You smiled, “My name is y/n l/n, and I’m currently on s/n, facing the three robbers, please help!” You then hung up the phone and pulled it out to show your attackers.
“I’ve already called the cops, they know our whereabouts now,” You got ready to fight, “you can either run away, or fight me and get caught.” They all got hunched, “You damn bitch!” the smaller one on the left yelled and ran at you. He pulled out a pipe, and began swinging it. ‘A fight it is then…’ You dodged under it, and punched his abdomen. He wasn’t fit, he was more anorexic. He fell to his knees immediately, gasping for air. The larger man took his turn. You heard sirens blaring, and coming your way. He punched, you dodged barely. With a swiftness, you slipped under his legs and took his knees out.
He caught himself, but you jumped onto his back and put him in a headlock. He started struggling to throw you off, but you had been trained by your father, the police chief. You kicked his sides, never letting go of your grip. The monster eventually fell to the ground as the cops rounded the corner. “Shit!” the middle one yelled. “You’re fucking going down with me, bitch!” You turned your gaze towards him, and saw a gun pointed at you. ‘At this rate, the police won’t make it in time!’ He went to pull the trigger; you closed your eyes tightly. There was screaming, and the sound of something gushing. You were then picked up, and felt the air go by you quickly.
You opened your eyes, and found your face dug into some kind of white cloth. A hand was holding the back of your head, so movement was restricted. You heard the cops yelling, “Stop there! Put her down! Come back here!” They must’ve been chasing whoever had me. I managed to get a peek out from under my captor’s arms, and saw the man who had the gun lying in his own blood, gashed open all over. ‘This man, he wasn’t with those others… Who is he?’ Right around that time, he released the grip on your head. Then, astonished, the two of you jumped clean over a barbed wire fence. ‘This is restricted area! And how did he jump like that?!’
The cops stopped chasing, and pulled out their radios to relay information to each other. The man holding you turned to them, facing them directly. They looked up, and shock came upon their faces. You saw your father there; he had anger, fear, and a desperate look in his gaze. Then, the kidnapper turned around, and continued to run. “What’s…? What’s your name?” you managed to ask between each of his thumping footsteps. He remained silent, you couldn’t see past his chin with the way he held your head. His skin was pale, completely white, while his hair was jet black.
He was covered in blood, ‘Probably that robber’s blood,’ and you noticed a knife in this other hand, the hilt pressed up against your legs that he was holding you with. You blinked a couple of times in curiosity. He slowly came to a stop, and set you down, turning you away from him. “Well, will you tell me your name now?” you asked irritated by now, and crossed your arms. Still, silence. His hands came down onto your shoulders; you glanced at the one with the knife. “My name? Why do you want to know my name?” You heard him ask. His voice was a little rough. You waited a minute, giving him his own dose of the silent treatment.
“Well you saved me from that thug back there. AND you kidnapped me. I should at LEAST get your name,” you stated blankly. You heard him laugh, and he let go of your shoulders. “Well, turn around so I can tell you face to face.” ‘Why not set me down facing him anyways?’ You obeyed, and turned around to greet the horror. His eyelids were gone; his eyes surrounded by black, probably infection or makeup, and his cheeks… He had cut a smile into them. Your own face didn’t show your surprise, which confused him in turn. You cocked your head to the side, and asked, “Name?”
“You’re probably the first one to not scream or get scarred by my beautiful face. Well, since you keep asking, I’m Jeff. Jeff the Killer.” The word ‘Killer’ rang out to you. ‘He’s… a killer?! Shit, if I have to fight, I won’t make it against him…’ Your eyes widened a little, “I’m y/n.” He scoffed. Pulling the knife out of his pocket. ‘Shit! No, it’s over!’ You stepped back a little. “Now the little girl is getting scarred,” he remarked, pulling the knife out further. He then charged you, causing you to cover your head. You heard him cut through something, alive, behind you. You turn your head to find him stabbing another thug.
You realized that he was standing over you, and was not paying attention behind himself. A larger thug ran at him. You slipped from under Jeff, and attacked the thug. He snatched his head back at you, his smile getting wider, “That’s why I took you, because you can actually fight.” You felt yourself blush, normally people didn’t like it that you could fight. In fact, people kept their distance from you. The massive man thrust his fist out towards your face, when Jeff’s knife flew into his knuckles. You smirked and took the blade, and sliced it across his fist. He realized he was beat, and ran away.
“He won’t get far,” Jeff said, taking his knife from your hands, “You wait right here, little girl.” You didn’t like that name he had given you. “My name’s y/n!” you yelled after him, which you heard him laugh in return. It was several minutes before he returned. When he finally came back, he was covered in even more blood. “How come you’re not afraid of me?” he suddenly asked. You glared at him, “I am. How could I not be? I’m not the type of person who overreacts over things. When people start screaming and pitching a fit, it gets on my nerves, too, so I simply keep my cool.” He was silent, standing in his place, with the knife still in hand.
He then laughed, placed it back in his pocket, and swiftly moved closer to you. He embraced you into a hug, “Well, I could get used to that.” You didn’t know what to do. Here was a killer, hugging you; he could kill you any minute. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” You gasped, “Huh? Wh-what?” He then picked you up in a bridal style, and ran off towards your home. “If you get attacked again, you don’t do anything. I’ll take care of it.” He said, never looking down to you. You didn’t understand this feeling. You were somehow infatuated with the man. “Go to sleep.” You heard him say. Somehow, it sent a chill down your spine, but you listened.
When you awoke, both of your parents were hugging all over you, crying a lot. “Y/n! We were so worried! Oh my God!” your mother sobbed. Your father pets your head, “You’re so lucky. Really, you are, how’d you get away from him?!” You pushed them away, “I need some air, please, please!” You slowly sat up, “How am I lucky?” Your parents looked at each other. Your father placed his hand on your shoulder, “The man, who kidnapped you, is a well-known killer who had recently escaped an asylum. He’s called Jeff the Killer. He has recently been sighted in this town, but we kept it secret to prevent alarm.”
You knew that he was a killer, but you didn’t know that he had recently got out of an asylum. You sat back, piecing everything together. “Y/n, how did you escape? No one has ever escaped from him before…” You looked at your parents. “He… was attacked by more thugs… he killed them… and when he came back, he brought me home…” Their look of shock met along with your confusion. “He, brought you home?” You nodded, “He must’ve… I fell asleep on the way back, and since I’m here, and you’re acting like that, I’m guessing he brought me home.” The room was silent for a while. We heard a rustle of leaves, I turned around and saw my window, open.
Father leaned out of the window, looking for anything, anyone. For Jeff. When he couldn’t find anything, he leaned back inside, and locked the window shut. He turned back to you, his face grim, and whispered, “We have to protect you. If we don’t, he might come back for you.” Him saying this caused you to remember what Jeff had said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” You looked down, and for some reason you began to cry. Your parents assumed that it was because that you were scared, but in reality, you were concerned for what would happen to them when Jeff comes back. “Hey, could I have something to drink?” you asked. They nodded; they waited a second, and proceeded to leave the room.
You looked out of the window, and wrapped your favorite blanket around you. You were cold, and ached a little from all the fighting. ‘What a way to start the summer. Get jumped by thuds, and kidnapped by a killer.’ You began to space out, wondering what Jeff was doing, and wondering what your parents would do. Eventually your father came back with a small cup of water. You drank it slowly, and your father left you to rest. You eventually stood up, went to the window, and hopped out. ‘Sorry, mom, dad, if I stay and let you protect me, you might die. Good bye.”
You had no idea where you were going, until you eventually came to the shopping mall. It was closed for remodeling. You walked past it, hearing footsteps behind you. You turned, and found a larger man, smiling with a cigarette in his mouth. “Hey there, pretty,” he said. You backed away, “J…,” ‘What am I doing? Am I really about to call for help? It can’t be helped. I am too sore to fight…’ “Jeff! I need you!” you screamed. As if he was summoned by magic, he landed in front of you, and sliced for the man. “Sorry to interrupt you, sir,” Jeff toyed around, “but she is not yours to hurt!” He then killed him, right in front of you.
He turned to you, staring into your eyes. You gazed back into his, unblinking, eyes, “Th-Thank you,” you whispered, “I… I love you…” He kneeled down, picked you up, placing you on his back, and whispered, “Love you too.” He then jumped away, running into the trees. “You told him, that I wasn’t his to hurt…” you slowly spoke, “what did you mean by that?” You heard him laugh, “What did you not get from it? I mean that you’re mine. You’re mine to protect.” With that, he took you away. What happens from then on? You decide.

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Jeff the Killer X Reader

y/n=your name l/n=last name f/r=favorite restaurant f/s=favorite song f/c=favorite color f/f=favorite food f/d=favorite drink
It was FINALLY summer break. You were excited for the next few months of freedom you had coming your way. There were so many things you had planned; it made you giggle to yourself as you exited the high school building. “Hey, y/n, call me sometime this summer!” One of your best friends yelled behind you. You turned around, gave them a thumbs up with a great smile, and ran off towards the gate. You had absolutely nothing in your backpack since you emptied it out before you went to school that morning. There was one downfall to this day however; it was only a half day, meaning that your parents wouldn’t pick you up, so you had to walk home.
Your house was super far away from the school; it was just on the boarder of the county line, and the buses didn’t go on your street. You lived in a neighborhood of old people. It’s amusing watching them stand in their yards and fall asleep while watching the animals. Still, you were polite to them. ‘Man, there’s still *Years* of school left,’ You thought to yourself. You felt like something was watching you, so you turn around and only saw a small squirrel sitting on the sidewalk, debating whether or not to cross the road. Something moved in the trees that caught your attention, but you missed it. ‘Must’ve been a deer…’
You turned around and kept walking, this time pulling out your mp3 player and listening to f/s. You started mouthing the words looking down at your f/c sneakers. You preferred to be barefoot, but seeing a kid walking down the street without shoes would draw unwanted attention, so you just continued to stare down. You still felt a presence behind you, but didn’t bother to look. ‘It’s probably another kid walking home,’ you shrugged it off. You started to get a little thirsty, glanced up, and saw your f/r across the road. ‘Wow, I’ve walked far; I’m already in the neighborhood.’ You pulled out one of your ear buds and your wallet.
After buying your f/d and f/f, you sat down at a table near a window. You ate slowly, not wanting to finish the trip home and be left alone for another three hours. Once you finished, you thanked the person behind the counter who took your order, and left a tip. When you got a little ways down, three thugs stepped out in front of you. ‘Are these the people the news was talking about? The robbers currently wanted?’ You stepped back. “Hey there, missy, we saw that you had a lot of cash back there. Give it to us,” the one in the middle demanded.
You smiled, and replied, “Now, why should I do that?” They looked surprised from your courage. You had confidence in your fighting. These guys were just robbers after all. It wasn’t like they were murderers or whatever. The larger one stepped forward popping his knuckles. ‘So he’s the brute strength…’ You stuck your hand into your back pocket, dialed 911, and put it on speaker for one way. “Are you the robbers from the news?!” You yelled out, loud and clear. The middle man yelled back, “Yeah, what’s it to you?” You smiled, “My name is y/n l/n, and I’m currently on s/n, facing the three robbers, please help!” You then hung up the phone and pulled it out to show your attackers.
“I’ve already called the cops, they know our whereabouts now,” You got ready to fight, “you can either run away, or fight me and get caught.” They all got hunched, “You damn bitch!” the smaller one on the left yelled and ran at you. He pulled out a pipe, and began swinging it. ‘A fight it is then…’ You dodged under it, and punched his abdomen. He wasn’t fit, he was more anorexic. He fell to his knees immediately, gasping for air. The larger man took his turn. You heard sirens blaring, and coming your way. He punched, you dodged barely. With a swiftness, you slipped under his legs and took his knees out.
He caught himself, but you jumped onto his back and put him in a headlock. He started struggling to throw you off, but you had been trained by your father, the police chief. You kicked his sides, never letting go of your grip. The monster eventually fell to the ground as the cops rounded the corner. “Shit!” the middle one yelled. “You’re fucking going down with me, bitch!” You turned your gaze towards him, and saw a gun pointed at you. ‘At this rate, the police won’t make it in time!’ He went to pull the trigger; you closed your eyes tightly. There was screaming, and the sound of something gushing. You were then picked up, and felt the air go by you quickly.
You opened your eyes, and found your face dug into some kind of white cloth. A hand was holding the back of your head, so movement was restricted. You heard the cops yelling, “Stop there! Put her down! Come back here!” They must’ve been chasing whoever had me. I managed to get a peek out from under my captor’s arms, and saw the man who had the gun lying in his own blood, gashed open all over. ‘This man, he wasn’t with those others… Who is he?’ Right around that time, he released the grip on your head. Then, astonished, the two of you jumped clean over a barbed wire fence. ‘This is restricted area! And how did he jump like that?!’
The cops stopped chasing, and pulled out their radios to relay information to each other. The man holding you turned to them, facing them directly. They looked up, and shock came upon their faces. You saw your father there; he had anger, fear, and a desperate look in his gaze. Then, the kidnapper turned around, and continued to run. “What’s…? What’s your name?” you managed to ask between each of his thumping footsteps. He remained silent, you couldn’t see past his chin with the way he held your head. His skin was pale, completely white, while his hair was jet black.
He was covered in blood, ‘Probably that robber’s blood,’ and you noticed a knife in this other hand, the hilt pressed up against your legs that he was holding you with. You blinked a couple of times in curiosity. He slowly came to a stop, and set you down, turning you away from him. “Well, will you tell me your name now?” you asked irritated by now, and crossed your arms. Still, silence. His hands came down onto your shoulders; you glanced at the one with the knife. “My name? Why do you want to know my name?” You heard him ask. His voice was a little rough. You waited a minute, giving him his own dose of the silent treatment.
“Well you saved me from that thug back there. AND you kidnapped me. I should at LEAST get your name,” you stated blankly. You heard him laugh, and he let go of your shoulders. “Well, turn around so I can tell you face to face.” ‘Why not set me down facing him anyways?’ You obeyed, and turned around to greet the horror. His eyelids were gone; his eyes surrounded by black, probably infection or makeup, and his cheeks… He had cut a smile into them. Your own face didn’t show your surprise, which confused him in turn. You cocked your head to the side, and asked, “Name?”
“You’re probably the first one to not scream or get scarred by my beautiful face. Well, since you keep asking, I’m Jeff. Jeff the Killer.” The word ‘Killer’ rang out to you. ‘He’s… a killer?! Shit, if I have to fight, I won’t make it against him…’ Your eyes widened a little, “I’m y/n.” He scoffed. Pulling the knife out of his pocket. ‘Shit! No, it’s over!’ You stepped back a little. “Now the little girl is getting scarred,” he remarked, pulling the knife out further. He then charged you, causing you to cover your head. You heard him cut through something, alive, behind you. You turn your head to find him stabbing another thug.
You realized that he was standing over you, and was not paying attention behind himself. A larger thug ran at him. You slipped from under Jeff, and attacked the thug. He snatched his head back at you, his smile getting wider, “That’s why I took you, because you can actually fight.” You felt yourself blush, normally people didn’t like it that you could fight. In fact, people kept their distance from you. The massive man thrust his fist out towards your face, when Jeff’s knife flew into his knuckles. You smirked and took the blade, and sliced it across his fist. He realized he was beat, and ran away.
“He won’t get far,” Jeff said, taking his knife from your hands, “You wait right here, little girl.” You didn’t like that name he had given you. “My name’s y/n!” you yelled after him, which you heard him laugh in return. It was several minutes before he returned. When he finally came back, he was covered in even more blood. “How come you’re not afraid of me?” he suddenly asked. You glared at him, “I am. How could I not be? I’m not the type of person who overreacts over things. When people start screaming and pitching a fit, it gets on my nerves, too, so I simply keep my cool.” He was silent, standing in his place, with the knife still in hand.
He then laughed, placed it back in his pocket, and swiftly moved closer to you. He embraced you into a hug, “Well, I could get used to that.” You didn’t know what to do. Here was a killer, hugging you; he could kill you any minute. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” You gasped, “Huh? Wh-what?” He then picked you up in a bridal style, and ran off towards your home. “If you get attacked again, you don’t do anything. I’ll take care of it.” He said, never looking down to you. You didn’t understand this feeling. You were somehow infatuated with the man. “Go to sleep.” You heard him say. Somehow, it sent a chill down your spine, but you listened.
When you awoke, both of your parents were hugging all over you, crying a lot. “Y/n! We were so worried! Oh my God!” your mother sobbed. Your father pets your head, “You’re so lucky. Really, you are, how’d you get away from him?!” You pushed them away, “I need some air, please, please!” You slowly sat up, “How am I lucky?” Your parents looked at each other. Your father placed his hand on your shoulder, “The man, who kidnapped you, is a well-known killer who had recently escaped an asylum. He’s called Jeff the Killer. He has recently been sighted in this town, but we kept it secret to prevent alarm.”
You knew that he was a killer, but you didn’t know that he had recently got out of an asylum. You sat back, piecing everything together. “Y/n, how did you escape? No one has ever escaped from him before…” You looked at your parents. “He… was attacked by more thugs… he killed them… and when he came back, he brought me home…” Their look of shock met along with your confusion. “He, brought you home?” You nodded, “He must’ve… I fell asleep on the way back, and since I’m here, and you’re acting like that, I’m guessing he brought me home.” The room was silent for a while. We heard a rustle of leaves, I turned around and saw my window, open.
Father leaned out of the window, looking for anything, anyone. For Jeff. When he couldn’t find anything, he leaned back inside, and locked the window shut. He turned back to you, his face grim, and whispered, “We have to protect you. If we don’t, he might come back for you.” Him saying this caused you to remember what Jeff had said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” You looked down, and for some reason you began to cry. Your parents assumed that it was because that you were scared, but in reality, you were concerned for what would happen to them when Jeff comes back. “Hey, could I have something to drink?” you asked. They nodded; they waited a second, and proceeded to leave the room.
You looked out of the window, and wrapped your favorite blanket around you. You were cold, and ached a little from all the fighting. ‘What a way to start the summer. Get jumped by thuds, and kidnapped by a killer.’ You began to space out, wondering what Jeff was doing, and wondering what your parents would do. Eventually your father came back with a small cup of water. You drank it slowly, and your father left you to rest. You eventually stood up, went to the window, and hopped out. ‘Sorry, mom, dad, if I stay and let you protect me, you might die. Good bye.”
You had no idea where you were going, until you eventually came to the shopping mall. It was closed for remodeling. You walked past it, hearing footsteps behind you. You turned, and found a larger man, smiling with a cigarette in his mouth. “Hey there, pretty,” he said. You backed away, “J…,” ‘What am I doing? Am I really about to call for help? It can’t be helped. I am too sore to fight…’ “Jeff! I need you!” you screamed. As if he was summoned by magic, he landed in front of you, and sliced for the man. “Sorry to interrupt you, sir,” Jeff toyed around, “but she is not yours to hurt!” He then killed him, right in front of you.
He turned to you, staring into your eyes. You gazed back into his, unblinking, eyes, “Th-Thank you,” you whispered, “I… I love you…” He kneeled down, picked you up, placing you on his back, and whispered, “Love you too.” He then jumped away, running into the trees. “You told him, that I wasn’t his to hurt…” you slowly spoke, “what did you mean by that?” You heard him laugh, “What did you not get from it? I mean that you’re mine. You’re mine to protect.” With that, he took you away. What happens from then on? You decide.