Jeff the killer X AFAB! non-binary reader

"A strange feeling"

It was another day on this hell of a planet I thought as I wake up in a sleepy blur, forcing myself out of bed and onto my feet, my stomach growling in protest. I groan in discomfort making my way to the kitchen in search of some type of substance to fill the growing ache in my gut, the feeling clawing at me, begging for something to quell it. I caved in pretty quickly, grabbing a half eaten sandwich from the fridge, humming in satisfaction as I took bite after bite filling the once empty feeling in my gut just enough for me to get on with my day.

"I will most likely find food at my next targets house that I can take for myself after I kill them off." I smiled at the thought, imagining the scene already in my head as i've done this a million times already,. I knew exactly what and what not to do, how to escape unscathed and I knew better than to form any connections with anyone. I preferred keeping it solo as a precaution, wouldn't want anyone snitching on me and having to find a new place to stay after struggling to find the current one i'm crashing at, now would I?

I soon left going out in search of a new victim, someone for me to play with until I got bored enough of to find another. It was a relatively cool day, nice and foggy. The last leaves drifting slowly to the ground from the many trees that surrounded me, the promise of a cool winter slowly approaching. I close my eyes and take a deep breath breathing in the cool autumn air a sigh of contentment leaving my lips before I put on my mask and trudged forward, slinking through the trees and staying out of sight. I gingerly stepped around the crispy leaves not making any sounds while I made my way out of the forest.

I stumble across someone sitting alone in the local park close by the forest, they seem spaced out like there was a lot on their mind. They were however quite pretty and had a small frame perfect for grabbing. They seemed to have sensed my presence as they snapped out of their reverie looking around almost as if they knew exactly what they were looking for yet not finding it. They let out an exasperated sigh before standing up taking one last glance at the forest with a somewhat sad gaze turning away and leaving.

I followed them around slinking through the shadows almost all day, leaving them for small moments to grab food while I was out. I took notes of their every movement and tried to find out anything about them I could. I had always liked to make mental notes of my victims state of mind and body language. I thought it made my job easier, especially when I wanted to get in their head. I never really understood why I do it but I've done it subconsciously for so long that it's just a normal thing at this point.

It was sunset and they had returned home, I sat there shrouded in darkness watching them through a window, awaiting the perfect moment to swoop in a kill them. The anticipation high and lust for blood even higher, I watched as they went back and forth through the house tidying up and singing along to whatever song was playing, seemingly dancing around and having fun? It was a sight to see, I almost wanted to keep them so I can listen to them sing everyday but I knew better. I had to remind myself of a rule I purposely set "No attachments to anyone" but why do I feel like I'm already attached? What is this feeling, it's only been a day yet I feel like I've known them for years. This doesn't seem right, it's not like me.

I don't understand what this strange feeling is and I'm not sure if I like it or not.. I need to keep and eye on them for a bit longer, I wanna know what they're doing to me. What seems to keep me from plunging my knife right into their soft flesh and ending it right then and there. What makes them special?!?