#jeff tk

My knife, your death

Jeff the killer fic, no use of y/n

Warnings: Reader dies, blood, stabbing

The stars seemed to shine brighter today. Occasionally being hidden behind the clouds, they seemed to shine the way to home. The endless pit of the universe. Ready to embrace you back in it’s arms. Your time in this body was running low. Blood was gushing out of your side. The wound to deep and you to far from any point you could get help. At your side, holding your hand, was the cause. Jeff. It was an accident, you both knew it. The actual target was already stabbed to death close by. During the fight they dodge and Jeff lodge his knife through your body. This is why you’re currently bleeding out. Jeff didn’t even relised what had happend, he knew he got you, but didn’t thought it was that bad. Immediately continuing to go after the target, brutally stabbing them til they didn’t move anymore. Satisfied he stood up and looked at his work, happy. He was ready to complain about your lack of help during the end. But then he saw you at the ground, blood quickly leaving your side. The side that he hit.

He rushed over going on his knees besides you. “Fuck! Why didn’t you say anything?!” You opened your mouth, trying to say anything but your voice didn’t seem to go. His hands pushed up your hoodie, assessing the wound. He realised that you were losing too much blood, too quickly. He tried to stop the bleeding but nothing helped. His hands didn’t stop though, not wanting to realise that it was to late. “Jeff it’s fine..” His eyes flickered over to you, not knowing what he should say. He knew you were lying, you weren’t fine. You were dying. But he stopped, his hands holding yours. He sat there silently, wondering about all the outcomes were you wouldn’t have died. He hated to admit that he liked you. Would deny it if anybody asked. He didn’t look at you stared straight ahead. Your vision was getting blurry. It didn’t take much longer before Jeff could feel your pulse stop.

He sat there for a while, unsure what to do. Does he just leave you here? Bring you back? After some time he stood up, and dragged your body up against a tree. Slightly sitting. Your eyes were long closed. Skin pale due to blood loss. He looked at you, his heart hoping you would somehow wake up again. But you wouldn’t. Before he left, he took your knife with him, something to hold on to. Something to make you feel close.

Jeff didn’t cry, didn’t speak. His head to overwhelmed with what had happend to act. He ignored the other residents of the mension. Didn’t come out of his room for days. It took Slender to get Jeff to finally come out, he already knew that you were dead. Didn’t need Jeff to tell him. Both of them didn’t talk about it. Slender just briefly told the other Proxy that you died on mission. No details. He didn’t care about the closure humans wanted,

After Jeff finally was getting over it, he never talked about you again. Just kept your knife close to him.