Falling For My Stalker-Jeff The KillerXReader-Ch 2

Falling For My Stalker
Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter Two
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A.N.:Told you I'd get this one up soon! XD OK well yep, Jeff is gonna kill you! Nah just kidding. =3= But yeah, I told you this wasn't going to be an X reader at first! It will inch into it, don't worry. cx By the way my Creepypasta Timmy will be appearing in this for a love triangle! If you wanna read his story link will be in the description! OK well let's get to the story!
Ages:
(F/n), Sam, Terra: 13 right now
Jeff: 14 right now
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(F/n) could only stare in utter fear at the shadow pinning her down. He looked to be about her size, a little bigger, so he was probably around her age, though she really wasn't worrying about that. Tears pricked her eyes as she saw the glint of the moon as it shined onto the blade of the knife. Fearing this was the end the (h/c) haired girl tries to turn away but is unable to as the attacker still held her jaw in a tight grip. The girl then grips his arm attached to the hand holding her and tries to squeeze, to see if he would let her go. She only gained a chuckle though as the unknown male begins to speak.

"Aw, you actually think you're going to get away aren't you? Sorry but I don't give up easily, especially when I want something."

(F/n) just struggles, trying to ignore him. Footsteps catch their attention though as the mysterious killer looks up to see an enraged Terra running fast at them.

"Let my buddy go jerkface!" She screams and before he can react she hits him with a plastic bat. The perpitraitor falls back, rolling down the stairs. Terra quickly grabs (F/n)'s hand and helps her up, pulling the other female towards Sam's moms room. As they get near Sam and her mother hurry out, frantic as to see what was going on.

"Oh my god (F/n), are you OK? He didn't hurt you did he?!" The older woman bends to the 13 year old's height and grasps her shoulders. (F/n) breathes heavily and shakes her head, gaining a relieved sigh from the hysteric woman. The sound of the stairs creaking catches all their attention as they look to see the male standing there, the knife in his hand being gripped tightly in rage. All they could see from the moon light being cast from outside the hallway window was black shiny hair, white skin, and a horrifying smile.

"This isn't over, (F/n), don't let your gaurd down because I will be back for you."

Before any of them could react he turns and runs back down the steps and into the kitchen to the backdoor. Terra, still holding the handy bat, chases him, yelling after him. Sam shakes her head and hurries to stop the brunette and (F/n) faces the red-heads mom wh0 was speaking to her.

"I'm going to go call the police. You should probably go call your parents, tell them what's happening."

Though she was certainly hesitant (F/n) nods and heads towards Sam's room while the mother goes to dial the police up.
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The weekend passed slowly, the trio of 13 year olds frightened that the nightmare would come back. He never did though and Monday hit. Though the three didn't want to they got ready and now entered their middle school.

"What a weekend." Sam groans, rubbing her sagging eyes. (F/n) nods, yawning.

"Yeah, dealing with a psycho is tough." Sam stretches, scratching the back of her head. The three had come early so the halls were pretty empty except for the occasional early-riser. Reaching Sam's locker (F/n) and Terra waited as she grabbed everything she needed.

"Yeah, but what worries me most is what he said." (F/n) sighs, looking at the ground with furrowed brows.

"About coming back?" Terra asks and gains a nod from the (h/c) haired girl. Sam shuts her locker after grabbing some books and faces the other two.

"Well, let's just not think about it OK? You guys wanna go to the computer lab?"
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After a little time playing games on the schools computers the three now sat in their classes, Sam in pre-algebra, Terra in woodshop, and (F/n) in history. Little known to them what the psycho was planning.

"Ms. Mersh?" The principal comes on the intercom in (F/n)'s classroom. The teacher, who was explaining the revolutionary war, stops and looks up at the speaker.

"Yes, Mr. Rodney?"

"Can you send (F/n) (L/n) down to my office? There's, um, something we need to speak about."

All eyes faced (F/n) as she stands, grabbing her things and walks out of the room, a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach that what she needed to talk to the principal about wasn't going to be good, especially after the weekend she'd had.
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Man I'm kind of iffy on how this chapter went. .-. Oh well, I might as well do chapter 3, got nothing better to do. XD So yeah, Jeff's gonna pretty much screw your life up. .-. Sorry guys, it's part of the story DX OK well comments are super appreciated and favourite if you liked!