Jeff the Killer x reader (L)

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WARNING- Not appropriate for younger viewers under the age of 16, you have been warned.

 Sooo yeah... lemon for @Bossy_Ace but as I've mentioned I'm not to good at writing lemons/smut, so I hope it's ok lol.


Rain pounded against the windowpane in thick droplets.  The sound of harsh pitter-patter filling the room, with the occasional thunderous booming of lightning.

Mesmerized you watched as flashes of lights surged through the dark and cloudy night sky.  

"See you tomorrow (y,n)!  Don't forget to lock up!"

Your attention snapped and once more you found yourself in the dimly lit café.  

Sighing you tossed the cloth rag that was once  in your soft grasp.  Quickly turning to the sound of the front door, it's small bell jingling as your co-worker exited the small café you both worked in.

...

The drops of water pelted against your skin and clothing, quickly dampening the cloth and soaking your hair in the cold rain.

You shivered feeling as a sudden gust of wind blew by, blowing your short skirt in the direction it had winded.  (idk?)

Easily slipping off the plain black flats you began a jog to your apartment, being extra careful of the slippery sidewalks and over flooded streets.

Humming a sweet tune to yourself while mother nature continued to sprinkle down rainfall, by now soaking you completely.  Drenching you from head to toe in her cold loving embrace.

The complex building now coming into sight as you neared the corner, the rain lightening up the slightest while the wind continued to whisk back your hair and skirt.  Leaving it to flutter in the freezing air as you scurried, growing a strong hatred to the cold that rattled your bones to the core.

Luckily for you, you had an apartment on the first floor.

Swiftly you pulled out your purse searching in it for your key, quickly unlocking the front door before piling into the living room with a sigh of content surpassing you, tossing aside your flats and purse.

Your soaking figure standing slumped in the middle of the dimly lit room watching as droplets of water ran down your body, hitting the floor silently with a small puddle forming under you.  But before any bigger of a mess could be made you stumbled into the bathroom turning the water on, quick to strip yourself of the small apron wrapped around your torso.

*CRASH-

The sound both alarming and frightening had caused you to cautiously peek the corner of the door frame.

Slowly stepping away from the bathroom you followed to where the source of the sound had resonated, leading you into the kitchen.  Where the window lade wide open, a broken pot splattered on the ground.

The idea of the wind causing it had protruded your mind, and with that you simply shrugged the problem away.  Quickly closing the window and blindly walking away you had missed one key detail, the messy footprints left behind in the soil...

Not knowing of the issue you simply continued back to your bath in waiting, swiftly catching the tub before it over flood.

Testing the water of it's soothing qualities before deciding to strip down, the door hanging wide open.  However the small insignificance didn't seem to faze you, seeing as you lived alone with nothing to worry about.  (oh the irony lol)

 One by one slowly your clothes began to litter the floor.

Carefully dipping your feet into the water you began to lower yourself down into the tub, sighing in content as the warmth entered your body.  

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