Jeff the killer x reader

Part 1

"(Y/N), tell me what you've learnt in this lesson today, before I give you a detention!"

The call from across the classroom caught you off guard- suddenly, all eyes where fixated on you. You didn't have much to say of course- geography was the least interesting thing in the entire world. Rather then bore over lectures on lakes and cloud cycles, you decided to focus your energy on identifying deformed jelly beans. There was in fact, 7 deformed jelly beans in one bag (a new record!). This wasn't something you could really announce in front of a geography class though.

"I uuuhh...." stumbling over your words, you tried to decipher what information was on the board and get something out of it. However there wasn't much to decipher, other then...

"trees and waterfalls and something to do with frogs or something...." surprisingly, the teacher wasn't impressed by your intellect. You added in the information you had collected about jelly beans. You got sent out of the class.

Disappointed in yourself, you stumbled out of the building, instantly feeling the frost latching onto your fingers. You weren't going back into that school- you'd deal with the punishment next week. Knowing your parents wouldn't be home until late, you decided to head home. The cold air was refreshing after having to sit in moist sweat filled classrooms for a couple hours. You almost felt happy, but knew that you'd be in shit soon. Kicking dried leaves in an attempt to distract yourself, you found yourself staring at a sign outside a corner store reading-

"Savage Killer Attacks Boy in (your town), Likely to Attack Again,Read all about it"

It seemed as if the sign had been created fairly recently- in fact, it was hand written and quite messy. A killer, here? This was the most interesting thing you had heard about all day. The threat of more victims made you a little anxious, but apart from that, you were intrigued. You were completely motivated to do further research when you got home...

..except instead, you forgot about it completely and fell asleep soon after. It was around 8 when you woke again, your world lit up by a youtube notification. Annoyed, you sluggishly pulled yourself out of bed and shuffled down stairs. There was a note on the fridge, from your parents, explaining that they had to rush back to work and couldn't make dinner, and to call them about the "situation at school", blah blah blah... You weren't going to call them. The whole letter made you feel miserable, and lonely. They didn't even seem bothered by you leaving early, it was just the "parent" thing to do, to discipline you. But why bother even pretending to care? That's what you thought. You could disappear and they wouldn't even notice. Maybe if you got hit by a train they'd send you a nice card and visit you in hospital once in a while. Maybe if you did something with your life they'd tell you "well done" and move on.

You kept overthinking and re-reading the note, until your attention was drawn towards a loud smash. You squeaked. The memory of the killer flooded your mind again. Shit. You panicked, and turned to face the back door in your kitchen. That would be an easy way out, and then you could call the- Shit. Your parents took the key!!

Footsteps. Followed by sweat dripping down your forehead. Rather then being out of the house, you were now in the corner of your kitchen, with only one exit, which could potentially lead to your death. You sunk into the floor, tugging at your hair, anything to get rid of the adrenaline. You listened out closely, hoping that somehow, your parents forgot something and came back, or that you had hallucinated the noises. Suddenly, you heard the noise of your dog growling, then a loud "Kick", then a whimper....This was obviously not your parents.

This was your end.

A deathly white hand pushed open the kitchen door. You looked up. There stood a boy, not much older then you, as pale as the moon. He was wielding a combat knife- small, but enough to cut into an artery, leaving you to bleed to death, in the corner of the kitchen.

"Your dog's kinda fat. What do you feed him?" He asked, almost taunting you. He had complete control over the situation. You felt embarrassed and exposed and scared all at the same time. Should you answer? Would that anger him? Would ignoring the question make this harder for you? How the fuck do you even deal with this situation?

"What, are you mute?" His voice was deep, and husky. He stuttered a little whilst he spoke, and made perfect eye contact. You took this as a sign that he would most definitely stab you if you didn't answer.

"We give him," You paused, sniffling in between words, "basic dog food, he's just, a bit greedy". The words felt like stones dropping out of your mouth, each heavy and difficult to get out. You were discussing your dog's diet to a serial killer. "if you're going to kill me, make it, quick."

He smiled- but then stopped, trying not to irritate the scars that lay on each of his cheeks. He stepped forward, and in response you cowered back. "That's what they all say- about the killing bit, not the dog food. I don't often discuss dog food with people. I don't discuss much with anyone, actually. They scream and then I stab them. Why aren't you screaming?" Another question- fantastic. You honestly had no idea why you weren't screaming, so you shrugged, and looked away. This made him laugh a little bit. You felt completely humiliated.

"Aren't you scared of death? Most people are- that's why they scream. They're hoping someone will pull them away from death. Don't you want someone to help you?" He asked, genuinely curious, it seemed. You had an answer for this, though.

"There is nobody. I know that- that, know one would come if I screamed, or cried. They never have done before- why should they now?" You almost whispered this. Before he could reply, the noise of a police siren pierced into your eardrums- someone must of noticed the broken window.

The boy, smashing a large window in the kitchen, turned to you before quickly jumping out of the makeshift exit, and spoke-

"I have more questions. I'm coming back for you, (Y/N)."

The mention of your name shocked you- the lack of a knife through your chest was also a nice surprise. Before you could contemplate what he had said, a group of police officers had crowded around you.

But all you could think about was the things he had said.