Heart Killer (Jeff the Killer x Male! Reader)

Trust

"Can I...can I ask why? Again, you don't have to tell me." I look around nervously, not sure how he's going to respond. 

It takes him a minute, but he eventually speaks up again. "It's a long story." Jeff states, his gaze still stuck on the wall.

"I have a long story too. It's probably not anything compared to yours, but I still haven't told you about what happened with Trent. Or my stepsister." I say, wishing for him to trust me more.

Jeff turns his head towards me again, "Okay, you go first then." My eyes widen, having not really planned out how to say it all in words. I nod my head slowly. 

"Well, you've read some of those notes I had written already, but I guess I can tell you some specifics." I take another deep breath before continuing. "So, Lucy, my stepsister, moved in like six years ago and immediately did everything she could to terrorize me. I'm not sure why, but I'm guessing it was because of something that happened to her before she moved in. I don't know. But she set my clothes on fire, trashed my room and my dad's part of his room, screamed at me, locked me outside in the rain, hit me, punched me, scratched me, literally everything you could think of. Oh, and she also called me slurs all the time." I rant, feeling my body temperature go up out of anger. "Then there's Trent who used to bully me in middle school, doing average bully stuff like slamming me into lockers and shoving me down. It stopped after middle school when I stopped being so scrawny, but then he started dating Lucy. Just the idea of it made everything worse, mentally. Because then I had to see Trent constantly at my house too!" I vent loudly. "You can see why I wanted to kill the both of them. Which I guess I accomplished, halfway at least." I huff out a laugh before looking towards Jeff again. He's just sitting there staring at me with his mouth slightly agape. "What?" I question, wanting him to say something.

He shakes his head, "Nothin', my turn then?" I nod my head in reply, and he leans back, seeming more comfortable now. "Okay, so it's actually not too different from yours, maybe. So, me and my family moved and almost immediately me and my brother started getting bullied at the bus stop. Again, stereotypical bully stuff, like asking for money and shoving us. One day one guy brought a knife and I guess I had enough and fought back, by swiping the knife out of his hand and stabbing him, which my brother didn't like very much. We just made a run for it. Anyways, a kid told, and the cops were called. My brother ended up covering my back and taking credit for it." He pauses before continuing. "While he was in juvie there was some neighborhood party, which I had to go to. The guys who would bully me showed up, with weapons. I think one of them even had a gun. Of course, I started running. The guys chased me into the house again, luckily, I wasn't shot and was able to stab one of them again with a knife from the kitchen. I ended up being cornered into a bathroom and one of them poured bleach from the cabinet on me, with a flask of alcohol as well, before taking his lighter out and setting me on fire." 

"Holy shit." I interrupted, confused about how he survived.

Jeff laughs painfully before continuing, " I was in a coma for three weeks. Apparently, the alcohol had protected me from the fire burning my skin terribly, which is why I'm not covered in skin grafts. Same with my hair, but it did take a while to grow back. Anyways, once I woke up, I pretty much went crazy from the shock and lost all senses of a conscience for a while. The doctor said the fumes messed with my brain. So, when they let me home, I ended up cutting this smile into my face and burning my eyelids. Because I was manic, I don't know. When my mom came in and reacted the way she did, which was negative, obviously, it flipped a switch in me and made me so angry I killed her." Jeff gulps sourly. "I also killed my dad because he stepped in, and I tried to kill my brother. Then I ran away and lit that girl who was just here's house on fire." He makes eye contact with me before tearing it away. "I then started killing because I figured it was just what I had to do now. It wasn't too long after that when I met Slenderman, who promised to provide protection from the police, which was good, I guess." Jeff finishes talking and looks back at me, waiting for me to respond. 

I breathe in and blink, "Wow, that's a lot." 

"Yeah, so I guess you could say I can relate to you with the bullying stuff." He fiddles with the string of his hoodie. "Maybe that's why I'm so interested in you." He mumbles under his breath, so quiet that I could barely hear what he said.

"What?" I ask, not hearing exactly what he said. 

"What?" He copies back, ignoring whatever he said. An awkward silence passes by before Jeff speaks up again. "Could I get those shoes back? That you borrowed." Oh, I almost forgot about those.

"Yeah. I'll go get them." I get up from the couch and run up the stairs. It takes me a minute to find them, but I eventually do and head back downstairs. I came back down and saw Jeff had turned the TV on. Some random shows playing while he sits back on the couch. "Here." I say, tossing the shoes, which were basically flipflops, I borrowed over to him. 

"Thanks." Jeff says, looking up at me before diverting his attention back to the screen. 

"Yeah, no problem." I take a seat next to him, joining in on watching the mundane TV show.

"How long can I stay?" Jeff asks, turning his head towards me. I look at the time on my phone. It's three, Scott will be back at four, and my dad and stepmom are busy tonight. 

"It's an hour till anyone gets back." I turn my head to him, and he nods in return.

"Cool." Jeff comments, stretching back onto the couch into a relaxed position. 

A/n: Just wanted to say I really appreciate all the votes and views this has been getting! I'm really excited that people are enjoying it and it makes my day! Also sorry that I have been posting a little later then claimed, but I just have a lot on my mind and forget haha.