A/N: This is in first person and includes very mature themes of underlying rape with blood and torture. This story is only for readers of ages 18+. If you are expecting a fluffy loving Jeff who will pull you into his arms and embrace you, this is NOT the story for you. Jeff is a serial killer, a deranged psycho path with a sick sadistic pleasure in bringing miserable agony to his victims. This story is also going to be in present tense, that way, I was hoping you guys might find it to be much more immersing. If you are okay with all such mentioned circumstances, please do continue and enjoy! R&R's are always appreciated!

JEFF THE KILLER X READER: PART ONE

Fuck

Cold air prickled your nose as you stuttered awake to blinding darkness. Blinking and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, a soundless shiver pulls you from your groggy thoughts as the chilly night air nibble at your toes. Lifting yourself off of the sheets, in more or less of a disgruntled state, you inch towards the edge of your bed. It was just around the end of December and the beginning of a new year. This was a season's time for jolly revere, as children were busy unwrapping their presents and gloating in glee, bundled in blankets and gushing in mirth. Warm colored lights glittered the walls of the living room, calling upon distant relatives to gather together, just for this one holy night. However, how pitiful it was, that unfortunately for you, only the hollow silence of winter winds and creaking moonlit shadows had dusted your halls, accompanying the night. Both of your parents, consumed by civic duty, vowed their roles as responsible adults. And therefore, the least you could do, was to simply take care of your own.

Cracking your neck, you roll your head back and forth, trying to massage the bundled knot of tension from your shoulders. Cringing at the dull strain aching across your shoulder and up the spine of your neck, you glance at the blazing neon clock held by the bed.

3:20 A.M.

Groaning at the untimely disturbance of sleep, you slide off the sheets and meet the cold wooden floor with a shuddering sigh. Pulling your arms close to your chest, you nuzzle the warmth of your moment's nightly slumber, placing a couple of leery steps out of your room and into the hallway.

Should I make myself some tea? You ponder. Nah, I don't think we have any tea. I hope we have some hot chocolate. Or maybe some cereal? Your stomach rumbled as it demanded its feast. Dammit, I can't eat though, it's too late. Wait, didn't mom leave some of her-

Mumbling back and forth to yourself in your occasional throes, you semi-skipped your way down the long hallway when you suddenly came to a skidding halt as a strange momentary misplacement of dawning realization cripples your strut.

Slowly, retracing your steps backward, you tilt your body back and turn your head towards the end of the opposite side of the remote hallway.

From the corner of your eye, you notice that your back door is swung wide open.

You freeze in place, witnessing the silent creaking of the door's rusted hinges whispering down your hallway.

Uhm…What. The. Fuck?

Jerking your head back and forth, you then blankly eye the wooden door banging lightly against its own frame as you quirk at the thoughts invading your head. Were your parents already home? Did they come home without even a call? No, that didn't make any sense. No, definitely not. Not during this late hour of the night.

Soon, the quickening of your pulse blooms a tingling numb throughout your body to the tip of your fingers as the hairs on your neck stand to attention. The rhythmic pounding of your own heart beats against your eardrums as quickly scan the looming vicinity of your pitch-black house.

Calm yourself, (Y/N). Come on, deep breaths. (Y/N), this is NOT a horror film. And I mean, even if it was, the police are just out there so, you're okay. I'm okay. Alright. It's probably nothing, let's be calm and rational.

You quickly beat down the bubbling panic within your gut as you regain your composure, nervously running your hand through your (H/C) locks, smacking your cheeks, you calmly make your way towards the swinging back door. Without bothering to look outside, you quickly close it with a quiet thud, double checking the lock to make sure it had shut tightly.

Satisfied that it had, indeed, been nothing, you smile with relief and a pause of momentary praise before striding back towards the kitchen for your midnight snack. You skip down the hallway in a light mannered fashion and pull open your cabinet/refrigerator door, crouching down with glee as you prepare yourself a (your snack). And just as you are about to reach over for (whatever you want), you jump from your skin as your heart leaps from your throat.

THUD

You halt all movement and jerk your gaze upwards, eyes streaking back and forth towards the ceiling of your kitchen. You swallow your breath and feel your heart sink to the ground.

What the fuck was that?