To Live without Fear [Jeff the KillerxReader]

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It was a little past 1 a.m when Jeff finished picking the lock on (y/n)'s back door. With practiced stealth he cracked the door open, slipped in, and closed it again with a soft click. The house was pitch black and silent. It was a fairly large place, way too big for a teenager to live alone in. The killer crept through the house, keeping one hand around the handle of his knife. A quick search around the lower floor revealed a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room with a couch and a few chairs. There was no basement, meaning all the bedrooms had to be on the second floor. Jeff cautiously climbed the wooden staircase and peered around the corner into the hall. Four doors. Two across from him, one to the right of the stairs, and one at the end of the hall. Jeff checked the room to the right of him first. It was minimally decorated and didn't seem very lived in. A guest room, probably. He went across the hall and opened another room. This room had more decorations in it, and a large, empty bed. There were lots of pictures hanging on the walls and resting on top of a chest of drawers. They featured a man and a woman, sometimes with another adult or what seemed to be a younger (y/n). Mostly just the two of them, though, in various exotic places.

'Mom and Dad really get around.' Thought Jeff. Whatever the case, they didn't seem to be home. (y/n) was alone.

Just as Jeff was about to leave the parents' bedroom, he heard (y/n)'s door open. Jeff pushed the door, leaving it open by just a crack, which he could barely see out of. Closing the door would make too much noise. He watched the girl make her way down the hall, into the room at the very end. She flipped the light on and closed the door behind her, giving Jeff just enough time to see it was a bathroom. Once (y/n) was closed in the bathroom, Jeff slid out of the parent's room and ducked into (y/n)'s, where he hid behind the open door. The Killer squeezed his knife in anticipation. He loved killing 'tough' ones the most. Watching them lose their high-and-mighty facade and plead for their fragile, pathetic lives was the most satisfying thing. 10/10, would recommend. Jeff could practically taste the blood as (y/n) reentered her room. Her fingers wrapped around the side of the door and she swung it closed. The door clicked. They came face to face. Her eyes met his. He pulled out his knife, and

she punched him dead in the face.