Hey! Ya I know that Jeff the Killer aint a comic but there literally is no creepy pasta choice in misc or anything. So ya! This is a Jeff the Killer x Reader! I hope you enjoy!

To Love a Killer: chapter 1

I am a girl. About 17 of age, my name is (name) I'm about (height) tall and well, I live in a foster home with foster parents that hate my guts. The school hates me. My foster parents hate me… Life just really has sucked for 7 years. Everything was like that… Until I met him… Well, this is my story. Our story...

It was a casual I hate Mondays day. Waking up with the haze of sleep covering me in it's sticky goo. I felt myself groan softly. My back ached from my hard as a rock mattress, if you could even call it that… It was more like a plank of wood supported with bricks with potato sacks filled with paper for cushions, and a tattered ragged sheet for a blanket… I at least got a room of my own, though it was filthy as hell, looked sort of like something you'd see in a southern gothic novel book.

"(Name)! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND DO YOUR CHORES!" The sound of my foster mother yelled from downstairs causing a shiver to run down my spine. My foster father was a drunkard, drinking a lot, coming home and beating me. I still had bruises from a few days ago… I shakily stood up, looking over at myself in the cracked mirror… My (hair length/hair color) was a bit choppy, but, who gave a shit? My (color eyes) stared back at me through the cracked glass. I slid on a pair of faded skinny jeans and tight black T-shirt and walked downstairs.

The rickety floors creaked ever so slightly with the pressure of my weight on them. I hurried downstairs and to a large stack of dishes that awaited me in the sink, I began to take one by one and turned the hot water on, scrubbing each plate with a dish rag until each was clean.

I looked at the clock. 6:43 AM. Normally, I'd have to be at the bus stop by now to go to school, but it was summer vacation… Lucky me(note the sarcasm)… It's more like Summer Hell… I then let out a small sigh and headed downstairs to do the switch the laundry…

A few hours later, I was done with everything. I just finished vacuuming all the floors, doing the dishes, cleaning the counters, scrubbing the floors, switching the laundry, folding the laundry, putting the laundry away, making all the beds in the house, cleaning up all the junk from the floors, well, and many other things… I don't even want to mention some of the things I had to do for my foster mother… lets just say those are like insert eye twitch here moments…

But now that was over for now… Thank god… I was free to do as I wished now with two hours to spare before I get back to chores for the rest of the day. It was about lunch time now, but I was used to eating only supper for a while now.

I walked towards the door, opening it and stepping outside feeling the fresh air and the hot sun bathe my skin. I breathed in the fresh humid air and walked across the lawn, a destination coming to mind. The park. Why not, it's peaceful, foster parent free. I started to walk, hands in my pockets. I felt humidity drift around me, pressing against my skin.

Soon enough I reached the lush shady park, flowers of many varieties bloomed everywhere and the grass was a perfect, height, a lush emerald green. I walked over to a bench that sat beneath the tendrils of a willow tree, I felt the smooth chestnut wood against my fingertips as I sat to admire the park, to just let my thoughts run through my mind, I breathed in the fresh air closing my eyes… But I couldn't help feeling as if I was being watched by someone or something...