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Jeff the Killer x Reader ~Fearless Sorrow~

I wrapped my bruised arms tighter around my body as I slowly made my way through the forest, and I silently cursed nature for the rain that had drenched me earlier. Normally I wouldn't have minded being out in the rain, but, normally I had a home to go back to after I tired of being cold. Around two months ago, when it turned eighteen, my parents threw me out on the streets. They kept my birth certificate, my passport- everything that I could possibly use to try and find a place to stay or get a job. In that sense, I was left with absolutely no means of supporting myself. So for these past two months, I've been living off of whatever I could find. I ate out of trashcans, went to the bathroom in alleys, slept in whatever place seemed most comfortable given the situation I was in. I was filthy. Sure, the rain had washed most of the grime off of my skin, but my clothing would never be clean again. I didn't even want to think about how nasty my undergarments were- after wearing them daily for two months and through two menstrual cycles, even burning them wouldn't get them clean. I was honestly surprised the underwear weren't rotting on my body- half the time they certainly smelt like it. I shivered and tightened my hold on my arms as an unexpected gust of wind went by, and I silently scolded myself for thinking that the forest was a better place to take shelter than a cardboard box. Turns out, a tree only provided shelter for a good fifteen minutes, after that, well you just get drenched. Now, I was hopelessly lost with no means of finding a way to warm myself. As things were, I was bound to die out here because of the cold.

Or at least, that was what I thought before I spotted someone. I didn't know they were because they had their back to me, but I could tell that they were dry- which meant that they hadn't been outside until after the rain stopped twenty minutes ago. Whoever they were, they wore a faded white hoody and a pair of black pants. Another slight gust of wind made my teeth chatter for a moment, then a started towards the person hoping that I could get them to give me a place to stay for the night- just until I could get back to town.

“E-ex-cuse m-me s-sir...” I stuttered as loudly as I possibly could given my current lack of voice- I hadn't spoken in weeks, and being cold made my voice strained. I flinched a little at my words, because I sounded terrible, like I might actually be dying. Well, two months of living out of trashcans probably wasn't giving me what I needed to maintain a proper weight. I know that I've lost enough to make my rips show. I was relieved then the person turned their head slightly to the side to look at me, because it meant that they had heard me. So I continued to call out to them.

“D-do y-y-you m-mind g-giving m-me a-a p-p-place t-to s-sleep f-for t-the n-night?...” I stammered as I approached whoever was in front of me- but I fell still as soon as they turned to face me properly. He- I believe that was the persons gender- had ghost white skin and abnormally wide eyes. Not only that, he had a huge, Cheshire smile that looked as if it had been carved into his face with a knife. Thanks to that, I couldn't tell if he was really smiling at me, or if it was just the scars that lined his cheeks. I took another step closer to him and squinted as I fought back another tremble- I wasn't afraid of this man, I was just so cold that I couldn't stop shaking.

“A-are y-you a-a-alright?...” I asked hesitantly, before a sudden surge of cold made me clench my eyes shut and tremble uncontrollably. When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to find that the man had moved to stand directly in front of me. I jumped back slightly, and I stared up at him as I continued to tremble- he was at least five inches taller than I was.

“You... Want to sleep?...” He asked me calmly, his voice laced a sinister tone that would make normal people want to turn and run. But I wasn't a normal person, so I just stood there and stared at him like the idiot I was. Since I didn't trust my voice, I nodded and hoped that he'd lead me for a place to stay for the night. To my surprise, he laughed and moved a little closer to me.

“Sure... I'll make you sleep~” He cooed, and I looked at him confused. That is, until he held a butcher knife in front of my face. My eyes widened for a split second in shock, and I turned as quickly as I could to try and get away out of instinct- but I hadn't even taken two steps by the time he grabbed me. The next thing I knew, I was being held firmly against his chest- he had an arm around my neck to keep me from getting away. In a flash I went lax. I lent my head back on his shoulder and continued to shiver because of the cold, but I made no move to try and struggle. Why? Because I wasn't afraid, and I didn't know how to struggle anymore. I'd forgotten how to struggle thanks to eighteen years of being beaten and abused- I couldn't even remember if I'd ever actually fought back when my parents came after me. I snapped out of my thoughts when the man brought the knife back up to my face and grazed it against my cheek, and I flinched when I felt the blade cut me. Not because I was afraid, but because it hurt- and I was tired of pain. I heard him laugh again as he lowered the knife to lightly drag the tip of it across my neck. As he did so, he began to hum an oddly comforting tune in my ear. I sighed slowly and lent further against him as I relaxed further, the sound of whatever melody he was humming coaxing me into falling asleep as he contemplated how to kill me. He decided not to go for my throat, and then he trailed his blade down the front of my shirt- all the way down to my abdomen.

Then, he moved the knife and his hand under my shirt, and he raised his arm to lift my shirt up. I saw the tip of the blade rise from behind my collar, and in a flash he threw his arm down to cut my shirt down the middle. With my front exposed, he was free to peer over my shoulder to watch his knife as he drew patterns on my flesh with the tip of the blade, and he continued to hum that relaxing tune that was pushing me so close to sleep. He just did that for a while, he drew shapes on my skin with his knife, cutting deep enough to make me bleed but not enough for the injuries to by life threatening. Then, when my abdomen had been stained completely red with my blood, he trailed his knife up to chest and moved to hold the knife directly over my heart. He began to apply pressure there to pierce my flesh, but before he could get the blade far enough into my skin for him to really hurt me I called out.

“Wait...” I said quietly, and I felt him jump a little in surprise- he hadn't expected me to speak up so suddenly, so I startled him. He pulled the knife back a bit in acknowledgment as I turned my head to the side to look at him, and I held his gaze for a moment before I decided to speak up again.

“W-will you, do s-something for me, b-before you kill me?...” I asked hesitantly, and I saw him tilt his head to the side as a confused look appeared in his eyes. He'd probably been expecting me to beg him not to kill me- but I had no intention of doing that. I wouldn't lie, I wasn't afraid of dying- it just made me sad knowing that I wasn't going to live to see tomorrow. Since he was listening, I decided to just cut my losses and go for it.

“Will... You k-kiss me?...” I asked slowly, and I watched as a look of utter shock appeared on his face. At that moment, it started to rain again- and I was glad that it did. The rain hid my tears- I was sad. Who wouldn't be though? I was about to be killed, so it was natural for me to be upset. The only reason I was asking him do to such a silly request is because I knew it was my last chance to do it- to kiss I mean. Since I doubted that he knew the reason behind my strange request, I decided to explain it to him- seeing as he didn't seem willing to bother with it.

“I-I've never kissed a-anyone before... P-please... I-I want do d-die, knowing w-what it f-feels like...” I said pathetically, my voice trembling as I threatened to break out into sobs. I was really crying now, and I think he knew it- because he gave me a strange look before suddenly adverting his gaze. I clenched my eyes shut for a moment because I believed that he wasn't going to do it, and I honestly expected to just feel an abrupt surge of pain shoot through me as he stabbed me. But that isn't what happened.

“F-fine!...” I heard him growl, and I snapped my eyes open to stare at him. We locked eyes for a moment, and he cautiously moved his face closer to place his lips against mine. I closed my eyes to focus on the way it felt, and after I did I felt him lick my lips as a silent command for me to part them. I opened my mouth slightly and felt him slip his tongue between my lips, and I was surprised that he didn't immediately pull back at the way I tasted- I hadn't brushed my teeth in two months after all, so I must have tasted terrible. Instead, I felt him move his hand to grasp at my hair, and he used his hold on me to better angle my head. I did what I could to try and kiss him back, but since I didn't really know what I was doing most of what happened was his doing. When he felt that he'd given me a long enough kiss, he used his hold on my hair to pull my mouth away from this, then he put his arm back around my neck as if he expected me to try run away. I bit back a laugh, but I smiled at him to express my gratitude.

“T-thank you, for that...” I said in as calm a voice as I could muster, and I was actually surprised at how little I stuttered considering how badly I was shaking. I was so cold, it almost relieved me knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with feeling so awful for to much longer. With my first kiss taken care of, I was ready to accept my fate. I turned my head to lean more comfortably against his shoulder, and I focused my eyes on the crying sky above me. I smiled up at the clouds and felt a few more tears leave me, then I felt him return the knife to my chest. He started humming again as he shifted the blade around to decide the best place, and the best angle to stab me. I sighed contently and closed my eyes to wait for the pain- because I knew it was bound to hurt for a moment. I didn't mind that, it would only hurt for a moment after all- then I'd never have to worry about pain again. But, I never felt the pain. Thanks to the comforting sound of his hum, and the fact that I was exhausted, sleep overtook me before I could feel his knife sink into me...

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Jeff the Killer x Reader ~Fearless Sorrow~

I wrapped my bruised arms tighter around my body as I slowly made my way through the forest, and I silently cursed nature for the rain that had drenched me earlier. Normally I wouldn't have minded being out in the rain, but, normally I had a home to go back to after I tired of being cold. Around two months ago, when it turned eighteen, my parents threw me out on the streets. They kept my birth certificate, my passport- everything that I could possibly use to try and find a place to stay or get a job. In that sense, I was left with absolutely no means of supporting myself. So for these past two months, I've been living off of whatever I could find. I ate out of trashcans, went to the bathroom in alleys, slept in whatever place seemed most comfortable given the situation I was in. I was filthy. Sure, the rain had washed most of the grime off of my skin, but my clothing would never be clean again. I didn't even want to think about how nasty my undergarments were- after wearing them daily for two months and through two menstrual cycles, even burning them wouldn't get them clean. I was honestly surprised the underwear weren't rotting on my body- half the time they certainly smelt like it. I shivered and tightened my hold on my arms as an unexpected gust of wind went by, and I silently scolded myself for thinking that the forest was a better place to take shelter than a cardboard box. Turns out, a tree only provided shelter for a good fifteen minutes, after that, well you just get drenched. Now, I was hopelessly lost with no means of finding a way to warm myself. As things were, I was bound to die out here because of the cold.

Or at least, that was what I thought before I spotted someone. I didn't know they were because they had their back to me, but I could tell that they were dry- which meant that they hadn't been outside until after the rain stopped twenty minutes ago. Whoever they were, they wore a faded white hoody and a pair of black pants. Another slight gust of wind made my teeth chatter for a moment, then a started towards the person hoping that I could get them to give me a place to stay for the night- just until I could get back to town.

“E-ex-cuse m-me s-sir...” I stuttered as loudly as I possibly could given my current lack of voice- I hadn't spoken in weeks, and being cold made my voice strained. I flinched a little at my words, because I sounded terrible, like I might actually be dying. Well, two months of living out of trashcans probably wasn't giving me what I needed to maintain a proper weight. I know that I've lost enough to make my rips show. I was relieved then the person turned their head slightly to the side to look at me, because it meant that they had heard me. So I continued to call out to them.

“D-do y-y-you m-mind g-giving m-me a-a p-p-place t-to s-sleep f-for t-the n-night?...” I stammered as I approached whoever was in front of me- but I fell still as soon as they turned to face me properly. He- I believe that was the persons gender- had ghost white skin and abnormally wide eyes. Not only that, he had a huge, Cheshire smile that looked as if it had been carved into his face with a knife. Thanks to that, I couldn't tell if he was really smiling at me, or if it was just the scars that lined his cheeks. I took another step closer to him and squinted as I fought back another tremble- I wasn't afraid of this man, I was just so cold that I couldn't stop shaking.

“A-are y-you a-a-alright?...” I asked hesitantly, before a sudden surge of cold made me clench my eyes shut and tremble uncontrollably. When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to find that the man had moved to stand directly in front of me. I jumped back slightly, and I stared up at him as I continued to tremble- he was at least five inches taller than I was.

“You... Want to sleep?...” He asked me calmly, his voice laced a sinister tone that would make normal people want to turn and run. But I wasn't a normal person, so I just stood there and stared at him like the idiot I was. Since I didn't trust my voice, I nodded and hoped that he'd lead me for a place to stay for the night. To my surprise, he laughed and moved a little closer to me.

“Sure... I'll make you sleep~” He cooed, and I looked at him confused. That is, until he held a butcher knife in front of my face. My eyes widened for a split second in shock, and I turned as quickly as I could to try and get away out of instinct- but I hadn't even taken two steps by the time he grabbed me. The next thing I knew, I was being held firmly against his chest- he had an arm around my neck to keep me from getting away. In a flash I went lax. I lent my head back on his shoulder and continued to shiver because of the cold, but I made no move to try and struggle. Why? Because I wasn't afraid, and I didn't know how to struggle anymore. I'd forgotten how to struggle thanks to eighteen years of being beaten and abused- I couldn't even remember if I'd ever actually fought back when my parents came after me. I snapped out of my thoughts when the man brought the knife back up to my face and grazed it against my cheek, and I flinched when I felt the blade cut me. Not because I was afraid, but because it hurt- and I was tired of pain. I heard him laugh again as he lowered the knife to lightly drag the tip of it across my neck. As he did so, he began to hum an oddly comforting tune in my ear. I sighed slowly and lent further against him as I relaxed further, the sound of whatever melody he was humming coaxing me into falling asleep as he contemplated how to kill me. He decided not to go for my throat, and then he trailed his blade down the front of my shirt- all the way down to my abdomen.

Then, he moved the knife and his hand under my shirt, and he raised his arm to lift my shirt up. I saw the tip of the blade rise from behind my collar, and in a flash he threw his arm down to cut my shirt down the middle. With my front exposed, he was free to peer over my shoulder to watch his knife as he drew patterns on my flesh with the tip of the blade, and he continued to hum that relaxing tune that was pushing me so close to sleep. He just did that for a while, he drew shapes on my skin with his knife, cutting deep enough to make me bleed but not enough for the injuries to by life threatening. Then, when my abdomen had been stained completely red with my blood, he trailed his knife up to chest and moved to hold the knife directly over my heart. He began to apply pressure there to pierce my flesh, but before he could get the blade far enough into my skin for him to really hurt me I called out.

“Wait...” I said quietly, and I felt him jump a little in surprise- he hadn't expected me to speak up so suddenly, so I startled him. He pulled the knife back a bit in acknowledgment as I turned my head to the side to look at him, and I held his gaze for a moment before I decided to speak up again.

“W-will you, do s-something for me, b-before you kill me?...” I asked hesitantly, and I saw him tilt his head to the side as a confused look appeared in his eyes. He'd probably been expecting me to beg him not to kill me- but I had no intention of doing that. I wouldn't lie, I wasn't afraid of dying- it just made me sad knowing that I wasn't going to live to see tomorrow. Since he was listening, I decided to just cut my losses and go for it.

“Will... You k-kiss me?...” I asked slowly, and I watched as a look of utter shock appeared on his face. At that moment, it started to rain again- and I was glad that it did. The rain hid my tears- I was sad. Who wouldn't be though? I was about to be killed, so it was natural for me to be upset. The only reason I was asking him do to such a silly request is because I knew it was my last chance to do it- to kiss I mean. Since I doubted that he knew the reason behind my strange request, I decided to explain it to him- seeing as he didn't seem willing to bother with it.

“I-I've never kissed a-anyone before... P-please... I-I want do d-die, knowing w-what it f-feels like...” I said pathetically, my voice trembling as I threatened to break out into sobs. I was really crying now, and I think he knew it- because he gave me a strange look before suddenly adverting his gaze. I clenched my eyes shut for a moment because I believed that he wasn't going to do it, and I honestly expected to just feel an abrupt surge of pain shoot through me as he stabbed me. But that isn't what happened.

“F-fine!...” I heard him growl, and I snapped my eyes open to stare at him. We locked eyes for a moment, and he cautiously moved his face closer to place his lips against mine. I closed my eyes to focus on the way it felt, and after I did I felt him lick my lips as a silent command for me to part them. I opened my mouth slightly and felt him slip his tongue between my lips, and I was surprised that he didn't immediately pull back at the way I tasted- I hadn't brushed my teeth in two months after all, so I must have tasted terrible. Instead, I felt him move his hand to grasp at my hair, and he used his hold on me to better angle my head. I did what I could to try and kiss him back, but since I didn't really know what I was doing most of what happened was his doing. When he felt that he'd given me a long enough kiss, he used his hold on my hair to pull my mouth away from this, then he put his arm back around my neck as if he expected me to try run away. I bit back a laugh, but I smiled at him to express my gratitude.

“T-thank you, for that...” I said in as calm a voice as I could muster, and I was actually surprised at how little I stuttered considering how badly I was shaking. I was so cold, it almost relieved me knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with feeling so awful for to much longer. With my first kiss taken care of, I was ready to accept my fate. I turned my head to lean more comfortably against his shoulder, and I focused my eyes on the crying sky above me. I smiled up at the clouds and felt a few more tears leave me, then I felt him return the knife to my chest. He started humming again as he shifted the blade around to decide the best place, and the best angle to stab me. I sighed contently and closed my eyes to wait for the pain- because I knew it was bound to hurt for a moment. I didn't mind that, it would only hurt for a moment after all- then I'd never have to worry about pain again. But, I never felt the pain. Thanks to the comforting sound of his hum, and the fact that I was exhausted, sleep overtook me before I could feel his knife sink into me...