Painful Love (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

After a long night spent on the internet, reading fanfics about your creepypasta crush, Jeff the Killer, you finally decided to bed down for the night. You closed your trusty laptop, putting it back on charge by your bed. Nestling back into your bed, you cuddled into your Jeff pillow and closed your eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.

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You woke suddenly, a chilly breeze blowing over you from the open window. This seemed awfully familiar… You looked around your dark room, sensing something unusual, something different.
Then, you saw him. There, at the foot of the bed. An unearthly pale figure, with charred black hair and a carved grin, his wide, black-ringed eyes piercing your soul. Jeff the killer. Watching you.

You seemed to stare at each other for ages, but then he started to move forwards. As he walked closer, your heart began to pound. Your face flushed a bright red as he crawled onto your bed and pinned you down to the sheets.

“J…Jeff!!” You could hardly contain your excitement as he leaned in close to your face. This was what you had always wanted! You thought back to the many fanfics you had read, pairing him with you, the reader. If this was happening, surely what happened next--

“Go to sleep.”

“Uhm?”

“GO TO SLEEP.”

At this, Jeff pulled out a knife, aiming it for your chest. Your thoughts were racing. No no, this isn’t right! You were supposed to make hot passionate love now!
You were suddenly frozen in fear. You thought back to a comment some stupid troll had left on one of your own stories- “if Jeff was real, he’d probably kill you, not make out with you.” Could it be that that idiot was right? No, it couldn’t be… that person was just a dumb hater! You knew better than them!
You were interrupted from your thoughts by an intense pain in your chest, right where your heart was. Your breathing became shallow, as you looked up in fear and pain at Jeff.

“It’s now or never,” you thought, everything already starting to fade around you. “I need to confess my love…”
“J..J…” You tried to say something, but a wave of blood came up instead. Confused, you started to choke on the blood, as everything continued to fade around you. The last thing you saw was that wicked grin of his.

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They found you the next morning, sprawled out on your bed, gutted, covered in your own blood. The killer was never found.