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Jeff the Killer x Reader: The Knife Game



   It was a normal day at the house. You were relaxing in the kitchen, eating a small sandwich you had made yourself. Slenderman was off somewhere, probably scaring the socks off some poor kid. BEN was in his room, hacking or something. Jeff...you never knew where he was. He was like smoke; you could see him, but couldn't catch him. Maybe that's why he's such a great killer.

   Rolling your eyes, you log onto YouTube. New videos flooded your dash, and you smiled. For the past few days the internet had been out so the amount of brain-numbing content has been piling up for a while. Clicking on the first one, you settle yourself into your chair, ready for a few hours of mindless watching.

   An hour and a half later, you are bored. You click on the last video called the Knife Game. You watch in amazement, and then, with your brilliant mind, decide to do it yourself. You look around you and find a knife laying a few feet from you. You live with the Creepy Pastas. Of course there are knives everywhere. You start the game off slow, but pick up speed. Once you had a steady beat, you started to sing.

   "Oh, I have all my fingers.
       The knife goes chop, chop, chop.
       If I miss the spaces in between,
       My fingers will come off.
       And if I hit my fingers
       The blood will soon come out.
       But all the same, I play this game
       'Cause that's what it's all about.
       Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
       I'm picking up the speed.
       And if I hit my fingers then
       My hand will start to bleed."


  Unbeknownst to you, Jeff is watching you through the kitchen door. His long dark hair was tucked behind his ear so he had a clear sight of you. He watched you sing, entranced at the sound. He longed to reach out and pet your (h/l) (h/c) hair, but held back. You, skilled with knife skills such as his, pick up speed with the game. The knife is flying now, missing your fingers by less then a centimeter. You smile when you finish the game, but Masky sneaks up behind you.
   
  "________! What are you doing?" he asks, right behind you.
 
  You jumped and dropped the knife. It hit your hand and you hiss in pain. The cut stings, but is a small one. Jeff, being the creeper that he is, walks into the room and pushes Masky out of the way. He grabs the small first aid kit and sits down next to you. He treats your wound.

   "Why were you doing that?" he asks quietly, dabbing alcohol on your hand.

   "The knife game?"

   "No, sitting at the kitchen table. Yes, the game," Jeff presses the cloth a bit harder on your hand than necessary.

   It was moments like this, when his insane side showed, that you were semi-afraid of him. Other than that, he was never mean or hurtful to you. He showed his sweet side to you once, when he told you that you made him feel sane.

   "I was doing it for fun."

   "You call hurting yourself fun?"

   "I didn't hurt myself, Masky scared me."

   "Where is that guy?" Jeff looks around murderously, scanning the room for the smaller boy.

    You place your hand over Jeff's and say quietly, "It's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Of course! You know I've been through worse. Remember when I fell off that roof?" you remind him of that incident a few years ago.

    "Don't remind me of that," he says darkly.

    "Why not?"

    "It hurts me to think of you in pain," he says. You look up from your hand and into his lidless eyes. They always interested you instead of scared you.

    "Just don't do it again, okay?" he asks of you, finishing the bandage.

    "S-sure," you stutter, slightly nervous. He always gave you butterflies.

    "Good," he says before he leans down and kisses your cheek. You made a squeaking noise, and blush ten shades of red. He smiles even more, and stands. He pulls you with him so that you crash into his solid chest. He hugs you and plays with your (h/c) hair.

    "You know I care about you, right?" he asks.

    "U-um," you stutter brilliantly.

    "I love you, ________. I'll always love you."

    "I-I love you too, Jeff," you say, your heart fluttering.

    He leans down and kisses you again, this time on the lips. You wrap your hands around his neck, loving that he was taller than you. He picked you up in his arms, and smiled against your lips. He opened his mouth and---


    "GREAT JOB, JEFFY!" Masky screams from outside the kitchen. Without letting go of you, Jeff takes out his knife and throws it at Masky.
Random drabble. Enjoy!~

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:iconkhyron22orochimaru:
Nice. Huge fan of Jeff. So is my cousin, Emo, so she'd also like this.
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CuteisUnderstatement Apr 6, 2014  New member Student Writer
That was ADORABLE! 10 OUT OF 10!
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FunkyCatGirl Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
LETS.KILL.MASKYYYYYY OMG 
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:iconhybridthcreepypasta:
OH MY GOD THAT AVI AND GIF
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:iconfunkycatgirl:
FunkyCatGirl Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
OMG YEEEEY
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TheRingTheory Mar 27, 2014  New member Student Writer
#Grabs katana# IMA KILLA BITCH!
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:iconfunkycatgirl:
FunkyCatGirl Mar 28, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
*grabs boozka* GOOD OMG 
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Shadow-Stealer Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
:iconallthethingsplz:
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FunkyCatGirl Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
EVERYBODY WANNA KILL MASKY :iconallthethingsplz:
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Shadow-Stealer Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Yeee-aaaahhh!!
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