Jeff the Killer x OC, possible OOC for Jeff, language, violence, blood, so on.

First Creepypasta fanfiction ever.

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Elvira Ayers sighed heavily as she got home, going straight to her room. She tossed her back pack to the floor before flopping down face first into her futon bed, layered with two three inch memory foam mattresses on top. She groaned, removing her glasses from her face. "School seriously just flat out sucks..." she grumbled to herself. Grabbing her pillow, the girl smothered her face into it. She was despondent for the moment, just brooding over things that had happened over the course of the day. From reading a creepypasta to being told how to write an English paper like a college student when she was only an eleventh grader, a junior in high school. From being completely ignored by someone she once considered her best friend to not understanding the lesson in her Chemisty class. From just sucking in her advanced math class to having to watch a couple make out while waiting for the bus and being reminded of how painfully alone she was.

Her azure eyes clenched slightly. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She had never had felt the love of another that wasn't her family... Boyfriends never were true, and they never lasted long. She never saw that as love to begin with... She was only ever used for her smarts and her willingness to help out with homework and other things (none of which were sexual, to be noted). Rolling over onto her back, Elvira let out a low whine. "People probably are the worst out of anything, though..." she murmured with some chagrin. Sitting up, she stretched out her limbs. "Whatever. I'm just gonna change into my pajamas and relax for a little while... Maybe read a little bit... That'll get this stupid shit off of my mind..."

Standing, Elvira began to shed her clothes, beginning by kicking off her black boots. She continued by peeling off her green, long sleeve, belly shirt to reveal her black sports bra and lightly jutting ribs and the rest of her flat stomach. She then tugged her white jeans off of her legs, revealing her gray boyfriend panties and thin, lightly muscled, long legs. She fell back on the end of her bed and peeled off her socks before leaning over to reach her pajamas on the back of the chair in front of her bedroom window. Grabbing them, she pulled her black tank top over her head, followed shortly by her blue skirt over her legs and waist. Tying the sash on the front of her skirt, she grabbed her discarded clothes. The girl quickly emptied the pockets of her jeans before she tossing the dirty clothes into her clothes hamper.

Fixing her dirty blond hair, she peeled off her blue head band and tossed it to the side. She then pulled off her glasses and inspected the lenses. Grumbled when she saw some dead skin and smudges on the lenses, she began to clean them. Once cleaned and back on her face, the girl straightened her glasses on the bridge of her nose. Grabbing her bag and opening it, she eyed the options that she had. "Hm... Infamous by Sherrilyn Kenyon or The Iron King by Julie Kagawa... Decisions, decisions..." she murmured softly to herself. She grabbed the former book and set her bag aside. She then laid back down on her bed, opening her book to the page she was on.

Elvira read for hours, focusing very little attention on her surroundings. Once the time rolled around ten o'clock, her mother peaked her head inside of her room. "Elvira?" she asked softly, jolting the girl out of her thoughts and book both. The girl looked over at her mother, placing her bookmark inside of her book.

"Yes, Mom?" she asked softly, setting the book to the side.

"It's time for you to go to bed..." her mother informed her. "I'll turn out the light for you if you want me to..."

Elvira smiled slightly and nodded. "If that isn't too much of a problem..." she told her mother as she pulled her glasses off of her face. Folding them, she set them next to her book. She was going to be home alone once her mother left for work in the next few minutes, which meant that she had to get herself up and dressed and on the bus by herself. "I love you... Be safe at work..."

Her mother smiled at her slightly. "I will be, sweety. Get some sleep... If you need me, call me." She turned off the light and began to close her door. She paused. "I love you, too, Elvira... Sweet dreams..."

"Night, Mom..."

The woman nodded and slowly closed the door. Within minutes, Elvira heard the front door open then close, locked from the outside. The girl sighed softly to herself, closing her eyes. She tried not to think about the creepypasta that she had read earlier that day, knowing full well that she would wind up staying up all night if she did. Hearing the low hum of her mother's car starting up outside, she forced herself to slip into slumber. It had been a small sound, one that the girl didn't recognize, that woke her up. Elvira didn't know what the sound was, tensing up as she listened. When she felt a breeze brush past her, she shot up instantly from her bed, her eyes instantly fixed on the now open window.

And more specifically, who was kneeling in the window sill with an unending stare and never falling smile.

Elvira knew it was probably written somewhere in What Not to do in a Horror Movie Situation 101, but at that current moment, the tan girl needed to run like Hell. And run like Hell the girl did. Bolting up from her bed, the blond scrambled as best as she could from her bed. However, her blanket was her downfall, catching her and tangling her feet. She fell face first into the floor. Attempting to crawl as best as she could, she began to go into a panic attack.

All the while, the male in the window slipped into the bedroom, cackling at the mere sight of Elvira attempting to escape. He stepped in her way and pulled out a knife. Kneeling, he lightly waved his knife menacingly at her. "Go to sleep," he told her in a quiet voice. He grabbed her hair, noting that she was beginning to struggle and scream for him to let her go. He shook her roughly. "I said go to sleep." But the girl continued to scream, tears rolling down her cheeks as she screamed at him to let her go, as she continued to claw at his arm. "GO TO SLEEP!" With that, he tossed her back against her bed, getting on top of her. The girl struggled, panicking all the more, pounding her fists against him.

"Let me go!" she screamed, tears streaking down her face. She knew who he was. She had read his story earlier in the day... "Let go of me, Jeff the Killer! LET ME GO!"

"Ah, but you know who I am," mused Jeff, grabbing the girl's wrists roughly. He pinned her wrists above her head, eyeing her slightly. He could see the freckles on her tear stained cheeks despite the darkness. He could see the panic in her azure eyes. Oh, how it was so delicious, in and of itself. "And that means that you must know that I can't just let my prey go~." He leaned down and trailed his tongue along her neck and up her jaw before slipping his tongue into her ear. Withdrawing the tongue, he whispered, "So why don't you save us both the trouble and just go to sleep." He pulled away, grabbing his knife. He then pressed it against her throat.

"S-stop!" pleaded Elvira, her eyes wide with terror. "P-please! I'm begging you!" She was terrified to swallow in the event of accidentally cutting her own throat.

"I told you. I don't let my prey get away from me," Jeff told her, pressing the knife even closer against her flesh. Any form of head movement and her throat would be cut. Of that, he could easily guarantee. He was finding that it was amusing to torment the frightened teenage girl. "No matter how much you want to beg me. There is nothing you can say or do that will stop me from killing you, right here, right now."

"I-I beg to to differ," ground out the girl. She brought her knee up hard, hitting him right where the sun never shined.

Elvira was surprised to have seen it work, to say the least.

Jeff tensed up and dropped his knife to the bed, his hand releasing her wrists as both went down to cup his injured groin.

The blond was fast, flipping them over so that she was the one pinning him down. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them under her knees, using nothing more than her own body weight to keep them there. She then grabbed his knife and trembled. "N-now who is threatening who? Huh?! NOW WHO IS THREATENING WHO?!" she screamed in his face. She aimed to stab him right in the head. Sadly, just as the blade came down, he moved his head out of harm's way. "Hold still! HOLD STILL, DAMN YOU!" Over and over, the girl attempted to kill the killer, a panic and hysteria overcoming her entire being. "DIE! DIE, DAMN IT! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Jeff somehow managed to throw her off of him and onto the floor. He grabbed her arm, the one holding his knife, and twisted it, threatening to snap it. He did so quickly, the pain shooting throughout the entirety of the girl. His knife fell from her hand and onto the floor as she screamed in pure agony. He picked up his knife, gazing down at her slightly. He then said, "I will let you live. For now. But I won't be so kind next time." He then left, shutting her window behind him.

Elvira trembled, her arm twisted out of socket. She reached for her phone in her bag, fumbling for it. She pulled it out and turned it on. Once it was on, she called for the police and then her mother. And at that point, she was glad that her mother worked rather close to home instead of miles upon miles away.

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~Elvira