A New Creepypasta Love (Jeff the killerx Reader)

Training Part One

As you are putting away your things, Slendy starts to yell for you to go to the foyer (foyay).
You finish putting your stuff away and go meet Slender.
"You must train soon, child. If you do not train, you will be weak. Tomorrow you will start your training with Toby, Smile Dog, Ben, and Jeff. I will help you pick out your weapon. That is all I will do for you." he says.
"I know three of four of those people...
Who's Smile Dog?" you ask.
"He is Jeff's pet."
Why didn't you tell me you had a dog???
I just didn't think of telling you... Trust me, he's really rough.
I don't care! I love dogs!
You go back to your room thinking about your training.
You go to bed.
You are awoken by Jeff shaking you.
"What do you want Jeff? you ask groggy.
"I want to take you with me out on a job. Consider this night one of your training. Grab your knife and I will take you to a good house." he says eager.
"Okay." you respond.
You do as told and Jeff takes you to a house not too far from the mansion.
It is a small house.
You guys go inside and into a small bedroom.
Inside the bedroom is a boy you recognize from school.
"I'll hold him down and cover his mouth while you attack." Jeff whispers.
He goes over and does what he says, but wakes the boy up.
You get on top of the boy and hold the knife above his head.
He looks at you, recognission in his eyes.
"Jeff, let the boy talk." you say.
"Okay, you better know what your doing."
"(y/n)?" says the boy.
"Hello."
"Why? Why are you doing this?!?! And why are you with this psycho?!?!" he whisper-yells.
"I have been transformed, reborn as a creepypasta, Luna Afterlife!" you laugh.
I don't want to do this, Jeff.
You start to cry.
"I really don't want to do this!"
"Okay, fine. I'll do the torture, and you can finish him."
That's not what I meant!
Well, it's what you're getting.
You get off of the boy, and let Jeff do as he wishes.
He stabs the boy in the stomach, then the shoulder, then the legs.
He keeps stabbing the boy in places all over his body.
The boy is trying to escape, but is overpowered by Jeff.
He screams and cries, but nothing gives him mercy.
Jeff is dragging it out as long as he can until he tells you to do the final blow.
You lean over him, and see his eyes pleading, hanging onto life.
Just kill him! You are a creepypasta now! You need to KILL!
Your innocent thoughts are clouded out with thoughts of murder and blood.
You lose control of your actions again and slide your knife across the boy's body.
I'm left with little fun!
You slide your knife across his face, creating cuts oozing crimson liquid.
You lick the knife, tasting the boy's blood.
You forcefully stab the knife into the boy's cheek until you feel it go all the way through.
You stab his eyes until they are reduced to a soup-like substance.
With one final blow, you shove the knife strait into the boy's throat and the boy suffocates.
Jeff looks at you shocked.
This girl who was too innocent to even put a mark on this boy at first, has now done all this.
"Fun, wasn't it?" he asks.
"Fun is a word, but invigorating is better!" you laugh.
"I'll leave you to the parents then. I'll still be here, just watching." he says.
You torture the parents under the influence of insanity.
Deep in your mind, you know this isn't you.
After finishing off the parents, you snap out of it.
"I am proud of you, (y/n)." Jeff says.
You start to cry.
What happened?!?! That-that monster was not me!
Yes, it was. I watched you.
You two walk back to the mansion and go back to sleep.
When you wake up, you are still covered in blood, and Toby is there, staring in shock.
"What happened?!?! (y/n), are you on-"
"NO!" you cut in, embarrassed.
"Jeff took me out last night on a spree." you explain.
"Oh, but that looks like more than three people..."
"It was extremely brutal, Toby."
"Okay then..... Well, Slendy wants you to come to the backyard to pick out your weapon."
He leads you to the backyard and there is a series of tests to see what weapon you should use.
You do all of these tests, and you seem to be best with a bow, but you are told you need to use a melee weapon if you are to go out with Jeff or Toby.
In second place was a plain ol' kitchen knife.
That's my girl.
You and Toby spar next, and he won.
"How are you so good?" you ask.
"Practice makes perfect!" Toby says.
"I guess that's right, nobody gets good at something unless they practice."