Disclaimer: I don't own BEN_Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, or Slenderman. This Fanfic was written by my friend, and she gave me permission to put it on here. :) ( art/Project-666-Jeff-the-Killer-X-Reader-CHAPTER-2-416896093)
Jeff's POV
I sat on the curb, waiting for time to pass by. When it's someone else, time gladly rushes by... With me, time simply says FUCK YOU and makes me wait what seems like forever... Fuck you too, time. It was kinda chilly out, good thing I ALWAYS wear my grey zip up hoodie. I'm not kidding... I never take it off... it's gross... I don't give a damn. As the day passed, people stared more often in my direction. It's a good thing they couldn't see me roll my (e/c) under my hood. My long, (h/c) bangs covered my right eye. I had a while to wait, so I took a long nap in hope that the day went faster.
As I awake, I was RIGHT! I checked my watch. 1:37 am. I smirked and began walking cautiously to my destination. My... Final destination... heh heh heh just kidding. My smile grew wider as I got closer. After about 15 minutes of walking, I arrived at a cute little brick house. One story, red brick, and cement steps that lead up to the house. Nothing out of the ordinary. I walked up to the window of my victim and pulled up.
"SssshhhhEEEEEHHHHTTTT!" It was locked... Just my luck. I did something so risky; I'm surprised I got away.
I broke the window, jumped in, and stabbed the 7 year old girl 37 times in the chest. My pupils dilated very small and my smile grew wider. The warm blood splattered all over me. I let out an insane chuckle when her parents came in.
The mother screamed. "OH MY GAWD! HARRISON, GET IN HERE!" The father looked stunned.
"D-d-did you kill our daughter?!"
I really didn't want to confess... But really? I had blood ALL over me, the girl had stab marks everywhere, and I had a BLOODY knife. No, my good sir... I was simply teaching her yoga... Dumbass... I was gonna have fun with this.
"What? I-I did not kill this girl... Killing is my LEAST favorite thing to do." I held back SO much laughter.
"Oh my god Harrison... she murdered Bonnie!" The mother passed out... Weeeaaakk... I decided to answer all his questions with internet references.
"Who are you?"
"I am CATBUG!"
"O-o-ok C-Catbug... where are you from?"
I held my hand to my mouth blocking laughter.
"CANDY MOUNTAIN, CHARLIE!"
"That's not my n-name..."
I rolled my eyes while facepalming as hard as I could.
"...you sir... are dumb."
And from that, I stabbed him in the eye, causing it to rip out as I pull out my knife. I stomped on the moms head, crushing it, causing it to splatter everywhere.
Running away, I kept thinking, 'wow, that escalated QUICKLY...' I felt like I was being watched. No matter. If I find em' I'll kill em'! I enthusiastically barged into my house. I quickly jumped into bed, with a smile on my face the whole time. I was who I was, and loved it.
. . .'S POV
I followed (y/n) home, hiding in the woods. I glared at her as she ran. She thinks she's a better killer than anyone? HA! Just thinking about her blood on my knife makes my grin wider. I better hurry. Slendy likes us to be on time and on task. Also, Jack and BEN are waiting for their cue. My murderous thoughts will have to wait. My communication device in my ear went off.
"Dude! C'mon! BEN and I have been waiting for 3 hours now! Stay on task and don't fuck up! We still have OUR parts to do, and to make this mission work... you can't fuck this up! Got it, slow ass?!"
I rolled my eyes at Jacks nagging. I narrowed my eyes as I spoke.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it. Patience, my dear fucktard."
Jack growled.
"Just... HURRY!"
I rolled my eyes and took my hand off the device. I heavily sighed as I started running towards (y/n)'s house. I know one thing...Jack does not make these missions enjoyable...