Rake x Reader - My Savior 2
You groaned as you lay on the ground, your body filled with pain and unbearable burning sensation. What had brought you to this point? Your need to save a friend you didn't expect to make in a million years. An odd creature with long claws, skinny almost starved looking features, huge metallic eyes, and the most slurred speech you had ever heard. You would have and did consider the creature more of an animal then a man, but the facts told you otherwise. It was horrid what the people at the institute had done to such a young man.
Tested on him for years, since the boy was five. He had been locked in a cage, given very little food, lots of water, and little fresh air; all of the oxygen in his glass tank like cage being pumped in and deprived of any other scents that usually came with it. No smell of pine trees, no heat of the day just cool, pumped in air with no other value then to keep the poor kid alive through his twelve years of never ending
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 10
Watching the killer skeptically you sighed and picked up a stick, using it to poke the fire before you. Why was there a fire you may be asking? Well apparently you both had to wait till midnight for what ever he wanted to show you to happen, and unlike him you weren't one to brace the cold.
“How much longer?” You sighed, looking up from the fire when Smile made his way over and rested his head in your lap. Even the dog was getting tired of waiting so you knew you had been sitting there for a long ass time. You watched as the killer glanced to the sky before turning back to you.
“Half an hour, you can sleep till then if you want.” He mumbled, leaning back against the tree behind him as he spoke. You were a little surprised to hear him offer such a thing, though you weren't going to pass it up.
Lieing down in the grass you sighed and shifted so you were using your arm as a pillow. Just as you were about to go under you fel
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 7
Letting out a grunt you through your hands up in the air before resting them behind your head, your eyes locking in a dead gaze with the tree before you; its bark scratched and scarped from your knives. How the hell did Jeff do this, it was like trying to get a frog to fly. IMPOSSIBLE! Well, clearly it wasn't impossible you had seen the killer do it time and time again, throwing his knives into surfaces. Now all you needed to do was learn how to do that too.
“Damn knives, why won't you stick!” You grunted, letting your hands fall at your sides as you made your way over to pick up the blades you had been practicing with. Where had you gotten blades you asked? You...borrowed them...yea...without asking. OK you stole them from Jeff's room, but if you had asked he would have either said no on the spot or offered his help and then proceed to rub your own stupidity in your face when you failed.
So, you were going to teach yourself.
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 3
You grumbled to yourself as you tired to scrub the blood stain off the walls with a mixture of soapy water and peroxide. You had been at it for hours! Usually it didn't take more then soap, water, and a scrub brush to remove things from walls, but did you mention the wall was white? Yea, just scrubbing wasn't doing it, so now you were using the little stuff you had actually learned in chemistry to help you out. Like peroxide dries blood and makes it easily removable, except for on this freaking wall! What was it made out of, sponge? The blood was absolutely refusing to fully come out, leaving pink stains all across the surface of the wall.
How you hated those guys.
Jeff and BEN had gotten into a fight, and in the end it had gotten to the point where Jeff was black and blue and BEN was basically bleeding to death all over the floor. You were just lucky living in a house full of serial killers came with a territory, and that most of the guys had
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 2
You were jolted awake by a slap to the only area on your body the guy carrying you seemed to see since he had picked you up all the way back at the rode where the trip had begun, your ass.
“I though we already had this talk!” You huffed, nimbly snaking your arms out of your ropes and rubbing your eyes, you were surprised to find you had fallen asleep, but that was what came with your traveling partner being as interesting as a floor tile.
“We're here,” you heard him hum before he placed you down on what you quickly figured out was a couch. You were surprised this guy had a couch let alone a roof over his head, but at least you would have a place to sleep, even if it was with a guy who would most likely kill you in the end.
“And 'hey wake up we're here' wouldn't have sufficed?” You grumbled, trying to wobble to your feet only to be forcefully shoved back down.
“Hey, your finally catching on. Now stay her
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 8
“Nice come back snow owl! That all you got?”
“Big talk, I should have guessed with that big mouth you have! You should really get that looked at.”
“What are you two fighting about now,” Hoodie huffed, walking into the room only to be thrown into the middle of a heated argument between you and the killer.
“This psychopath tried to burn me alive in my own room! Setting my curtains on fire while I was asleep,” you snapped, throwing the boy your side of the story before the killer even had a chance to open his mouth.
“I'm the psychopath? Look who's talking Ms. Throw knives every chance she gets! You nearly took my eye out over a can of tuna!” The killer tried to defend, not wanting to be the one to get in trouble with Slender.
“I threw the knife at you for that because the first snow was yesterday and Lillian and her kittens need the fo
JeffxReader: PrologueSo the keys I will be using in this story is (y/n)=your name, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (e/c)=eye color, (f/c)=fabric color, (s/c)=skin color. (______)=Insert whatever fits.
Prologue- Slendy’s Star.
As I paced in my bedroom waiting for Slendy to come. I thought about what I had done to get a visit from him. I had gotten a letter addressed to me from him. It only said, “I’m coming to get you.” Of course for Slendy it was very good and neat cursive. As I continued to pace I began to wonder what kind of punishment I would receive. I’m not scared or anything… I’m just a bit worried because I have no knowledge of what I’d done to make him angry.
As I paced back and forth in my room I headed out and went downstairs. Walking into the kitchen I head to my fridge. Grabbing my the first drink I saw, which wasn’t my favorite but I still tolerated the taste. I popped off the cap and started to drink. When I had t