Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

For Good

It's been a few days since the last chap-

The last event.

Anyways, I was sitting in the kitchen at 4 in the morning eating cereal because why not.

Jeff had been asleep for a few hours when I decided to get up.

For some reason, I had a bad feeling about staying in bed.

I felt like if I wanted Jeff to stay safe, I had to leave the room.

So I wandered down to the kitchen to get some food.

I sat in silence and complete darkness.

Darkness because Slender gets mad when we have the lights on past midnight, and silence because there was no one to talk to.

I heard a creak behind me, and assumed it was someone coming into the kitchen, but I hadn't heard footsteps on the stairs.

Those stairs alert the entire house when you're coming down them.

So how did I not hear anyone?

Maybe Slender?

No, he would've just told me what he wanted from inside my brain.

Then who else has teleportation skills?

LJ.

Oh fuck.

"Hello (Y/N)~ lovely night, isn't it?" I could feel his breath on my neck, making me shudder.

"What do you want, LJ?" I said lowly.

"Oh, nothing! Actually, I don't like to lie, so how about I just tell you flat out, hm? No sugar coating it." He suggested.

"Yeah, how about we do that?" I said, standing up and turning around to face him.

"But of course. Well, dear, I want you dead. For good this time. No coming back." He laughed.

"Pfft. Good luck with that. I'm a bad bitch you can't ki-" He cut me off.

"And what about if there's nothing left of you?" He smirked, knowing he had me cornered.

My eyes widened a bit, but I tried not to show it.

"Hm. Seems I have you backed into a corner." He laughed crazily.

I had a sudden urge to run.

I don't know where to.

Just run.

And so I did, up the stairs.

Up to the second floor, and down the hall.

Turn left.

Second door on the right.

Jeff's room.

"Jeff-!" I yelled.

I was about 15 feet away before LJ teleported in front of me.

"Ah, ah, ah, (Y/N). I can't have Jeff stopping me, can I?" He laughed a bit, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt.

I blinked and suddenly we were in the middle of nowhere in the woods.

"LJ, please! I'm sorry for anything I ever did to you! Just please!" I begged, feeling myself tear up.

I'm scared.

For the first time in a long time, I'm actually scared of death.

I don't want to die.

I want to wake up.

I can't.

I just can't.

I struggled in his grip, trying to break loose.