To Live without Fear [Jeff the KillerxReader]

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Ah, Halloween. The one day a year where a killer could really get out there and be himself without anybody gawking or staring or getting chased by state troopers through the park. Tonight the air was crisp and cool, rattling dry leaves on a delicate breeze. The moon was a sliver of silver that slid behind clouds every now and then, limiting visibility to only what you could see with your flashlight. Really, it was just a beautiful night for Jeff the Killer.

The pale boy found himself watching the flow of people exiting an old building, which for the sake of the holiday had been converted into a Haunted House attraction. It must have been a pretty good setup, he thought, judging by their startled faces. He wouls check it out himself, but it'd probably be a waste of 5$. Jeff's everyday was scarier than anything they could display in there. Hell, it'd probably give him a good laugh.

As Jeff deliberated buying a ticket versus saving his 5$ and hitting up McDonalds later, a group of teenagers exited the Haunted House and caught his attention. It was a good sized group, about 4 girls and 3 guys, all looking petrified. Except for one girl, who's expression was more like that of someone in the waiting room at the dentist's office. She wasn't wearing costume, and 3 of her companions were clinging to her like a pillar of safety, including one of the boys. Jeff sniggered a bit at the sight.

"Oooh my gosh that was so scary!" One of the girls clinging to the bored-looking one said in a ditzy, silly voice.

"It was alright. The screaming was overdone and the blood was way too watery..." Replied the bored-one with a slight shrug of her shoulders, "Not to mention blood doesn't spray out like fucking Old Faithful. Seriously..."

"Oh come on (y/n)! You were a little scared, admit it." Teased another girl, who chewed loudly on her gum and was dressed as some stripper version of a raggedyanne doll.

(Y/n) shook her head in simple denial as her friends continued to tease her and insist that she admir to her fear. As they passed by Jeff it was pretty obvious to him that she genuinely wasn't frightened at all. Not even shaken. The killer's ghastly grin widened as he watched the back if (y/n)'s head shrink into the distance.

'Alright, tough girl,' he thought, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket and starting after the now distant group of teens, 'I'll give you something to be afraid of.'