panic room (jeff the killer X reader)

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When you woke up, you realized you were in a trailer. You looked down at your clothes, still splattered with the blood of the officers. You gasped, then got up off of the bed. You looked around the trailer, unsure of where you were. You saw a note written with black ink. The note had blood splatters on it. "Dear Elizabeth, I have gone out. Don't leave the trailer or my roommates will harm you. They don't like outsiders. Sincerely, J. (P.S. Smile is the only one you can trust.)" The note read. You wondered who this Elizabeth was. You looked around some more, seeing a fridge, a microwave, a small bathroom with a shower, and a few windows.

You found that the bathroom had a mirror, so you looked at yourself. You had been in prison for three years. Not once in those three years had you seen a mirror. You stared at your stringy brown hair, green eyes, and pale chapped lips. You had large bags bruising under your eyes.

It looked as if you hadn't had a meal or a decent night's sleep in months. You stumbled back to the fridge, looking inside it. It had a loaf of stale bread and some peanut butter, but nothing else. You found a butter knife after a few minutes of searching. You made yourself a peanut butter sandwich, eating it in the bathroom, as it was the only place with a locking door. You took a quick shower, washing the dried blood and grit from your body.

As soon as it was dark, the lock on the main door clicked. You flinched and hid in the bathroom as the front door opened. It was that guy from jail, Jeff You locked the door, starting to hyperventilate again. You started to take deep breaths, calm yourself down. 'This is just a dream. This is just a dream. This is just a dream'

"Elizabeth?" Jeff rasped out. You froze at the sound of his voice. "Where did you go? Oh, Are you in the bathroom?" You held your breath as you heard him walk over to the door. The doorknob jiggled. "Elizabeth. Are you in there?" You squeezed your eyes shut tight.

"My name is not Elizabeth, Please, bring me back to prison!" You shouted. Everything went silent for a second. "Elizabeth?" You heard Jeff walk away and out the front door. You unlocked and opened the door, walking out cautiously. You grabbed a kitchen knife off the counter, walking out the front door. You noticed there were four trailers total, all a bright red. They seemed to be positioned between a large cliff and a dense forest.

You walked out, guard up. Something tapped on your shoulder just as you reached the forest. You whirled around, but there was nothing there. You turned back around to come face to chest with someone very, very tall. You look up, seeing black and white feather boas and a clown looking down at you. You gulped, walked around the clown. You never stopped looking at him until you were in the forest. You started sprinting as fast as you could away, but two strong hands grabbed you around the waist. The air was knocked out of you as you were pulled backward, claws digging into your stomach. Eventually, you were back at the clown, his yellow grin scaring you.

You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get away.

"Now where are you going, little doll? I thought you might want to have some fun!" He laughed maniacally as he squeezed harder. You grunted as you felt your insides being squished. He laughed at your discomfort.

"Please stop. It hurts." You managed to say, unable to breathe, the pressure was getting too tight. "What's that, little doll? Too loose? Well, I think we should fix that!!" He squeezed tighter. You almost faded into unconsciousness, but flipped your knife over and stabbed him in the arm. He screamed out, releasing you. Black blood spurted out of his arm.

"You're going to pay for that, little doll." He swiped his arm at your legs, but you blocked him with the blade of your knife. The sharp blade sliced cleanly down to his bony. You pulled the knife away and stabbed him in the side.

You ran away while he was nursing his wounds. As you disappeared into the forest, you could see the rage in his eyes and set in his features. You sprinted as fast as you could, eventually coming upon a river. You stopped, looking to find a way across. You eventually found a smaller part of the river that was relatively shallow compared to the rest of the river. You waded across, the cold water stinging across your thighs.

You started jogging as soon as you had gotten across. You kept looking around, trying to find an exit out of the forest. Eventually, you came across a dog with reddish-brown fur. It looked a bit like a husky. You never really liked dogs, especially stray ones, so you avoided the dog. It soon became nighttime, so you stopped in front of a large tree to rest. 'A little nap couldn't hurt.' You thought.

You woke up a little while later. Feeling rejuvenated, you started jogging in the direction you had been going earlier.

After an hour or so, you came across a body. It had a flashlight and a camera with it, but you only took the flashlight. The camera was broken. There was also a phone with a small amount of battery life on it, but there were no bars out here. You turned off the phone to preserve the battery. As it approached midnight, it got darker and colder. You took the top half of the jumpsuit tied around your waist and put it on, zipping it up. It was still cold, but not as much so now.

Around two in the morning, or at least what the phone said, your flashlight flickered off then on again. You frowned at the flashlight but kept walking.

A few minutes later, it flicked off for a second or two, then turned back on. Every few minutes, it would flicker then turn back on, turning off progressively longer each time.

Eventually, you got pissed and turned off the light altogether. As soon as you turned off the flashlight, you ran into a man even taller than that freaky clown from earlier. You stumbled back a few steps, flicking the flashlight back on.

The man was dressed in a formal suit, his tiered, his head bald, and his face white. Wait, what face? You screamed and ran away. You back-pedaled as he appeared right in front of you. Inky black tentacles extended from his back as he reached for you. You drew the knife again, slashing wildly at the dark tendrils. You cut a few off, but they grew back just as fast. You yelled out as one of the tendrils grabbed you around the ankle.