Chains (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter 7

    With that Slenderman disappeared as if he was never there, leaving me in the room with a bunch of killers.

    "Okay then. Follow me." BEN smiled and started to walk down the hallways. I turned to look at everyone one last time. Jeff glared at me angrily. What was his deal? If glares could kill, I would surely have burned right then and there. I quickly caught up to BEN. He seemed pretty cool.

    "Does Jeff always have a stick up his butt?" I asked, feeling slightly more confident.

    "Heh, yeah. You'll have to get used to that, having to share a room with him." he chuckled.

    "Fun," I muttered sarcastically. We continued to walk down the hallways, only having a little chit chat. Then, he stopped at a door.

   "Welp, this is Slendys office. Knock before you go in and only talk to him if it's important," he said, moving his hair from his face.

    "Okay." I glanced at the door and back at BEN again.

    He led me down the hallways and stopped abruptly. "What?" I asked. But he hissed at me to be quiet.

    "Do you hear that?" he whispered. I honestly couldn't hear a thing but if this dude felt threatened then hell must have been coming our way.

    An uneasy feeling tugged at my belly. All of the sudden, turned around as quick as a flash. "Ah!" he yelled, giving me a playful shove.

    I practically jumped out of my skin and yelped. Shock pulsed through my veins and it took all I had not to punch him in the face out of instinct.

    He busted out laughing, leaning over and placing his hand on my shoulder. I was breathing fast and was genuinely afraid. I realized he just got me good, so I shoved him and snorted.

    "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" I crossed my arms.

   He laughed, clutching his stomach. "YOU'RE FACE THO!"

    I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever."

    He steadied his breathing and started leading me to the next place.

   
    After the tour, I realized I had made a friend. If killers had friends anyway. I waved BEN goodbye and cautiously pushed the door open to Jeff's room. I peered in, putting my eye to the crack of the door.

    I had to admit, Jeff scared me and I didn't exactly wanna walk in at the wrong time. I allowed myself the luxury to exhale when I realized he wasn't in there.

    I opened the door fully, bracing myself for anything to jump out.

    The room was dark, only illuminated by the light coming from the crack of the door. It was quiet and unsettling, the only noises being the muffled voices of the killers in the room nearby.

    There were deep scratches in the wall that were obviously made by knives and blood stained clothes littered the floor.

    I shivered. How was I gonna survive? As I was pondering on my survival, I felt my heart stop as something slammed into my body.

    I shrieked, bracing myself for impact. I hit the ground with a thud. I struggled as someone wrestled me to the ground. I puffed and gave up, they were way stronger.

    They grabbed my arms and pinned them on my back, preventing me from being able to fight back. I clenched my jaw in pain, forcing myself to hold in a yelp.

    "If you want to live, don't touch any of my stuff. You get the luxury of sleeping on the floor. Also, don't. Get. In. My. Way." A raspy male voice sharply demanded. I trembled when I felt a cold, sharp object press against the back of my neck.