This chapter contains vulgar language.

Be prepared!

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The darkness was kissing your skin, the little moonlight that came from the window did nothing but add loneliness to the room. Your eyes were connecting the blood dots on the ceiling and while you were cold, you made no attempt to grab the blanket.

Your fingers slowly rubbed over your own skin, feeling every bump, scar and bone. Yet, somehow, it was peaceful. You felt peaceful. There was no rush, no time limit... No guessing if very second was one second too late.

Just... Peace...

And extreme loneliness.

You turned your head to the side and without your notice a small gasp escaped your mouth:

You turned your head and saw Jeff sitting on the edge of the bed, carving some wood with the edge of his knife. You only saw his back though, his black hair hanging loosely over his shoulder. You slowly sat up straight, your gaze still focused on him.

You weren't sure if you needed to say anything, but he would know you were awake sooner or later. You might as well just tell him.

"Jeff?" You asked softly, bringing a hand up towards your head and waiting in silence for his reply. He didn't answer; he only kept carving into the wood with slight aggression. Well, you felt it as slight aggression. Didn't he hear you? Or was he ignoring you on purpose?

"Jeff?" You dared to ask again, this time a little louder. Why you called out to him again instead of just letting it slip? You had no idea. Maybe you wanted some attention...

"Shut up." He only growled, not even giving you a glance. You raised your eyebrows at this. It was then you remembered! You had tried to escape from him and it again failed miserably! How could you even be that stupid! Of course he would be angry at you!

You squeezed your eyes shut, grunting a little while opening them again.

Empty.

He wasn't here.

You sat up, rubbing your head and then proceeding to stare at the door. Jeff was gone... He was out to do... Whatever it is he does. You were supposed to be sleeping, it is supposed to be night here... But how would you know?

Why would you care anyway? It is not like you have a job to do in the morning. The only thing you need to do is survive... Tend to Jeff's need... Pray for whatever family he kills. But what's the point in that? You didn't care. You couldn't care anymore. So what if he kills another family? So what if he tears apart their whole life before their eyes?

If he doesn't then they will find another one who does.

The police will never get him, the project will never succeed, the world will never get rid of these monstrous creatures ravaging, you will never escape.

You will never escape.

"That's the problem! You don't know or feel anything! You only get angry and blame it all on me!" You now spat back at him, immediately jumping up and getting as far away from him as possible. You couldn't even look at him right now.

"Well maybe that's because I'm a fucking killer, Y/N! I kill people for fun; you are here for my fun! You think that even when I try that I can somehow feel any sympathy? That's a fairytale. You need to get out of that fantasy world of yours. You're here now, whether you like it or not! "

You were extremely taken aback by Jeff crazy outburst. He had never screamed or yelled at you with such rage, with such a dark tone. It again scared you to the bone as your still red eyes focused on the male standing next to the bed.

You began to feel nauseous as the world became normal again. The dizziness took over as you swung your legs over the bed and sat down with your head in your hands. You knew he was right, you were here now whether you liked it or not.

"You're right" You whispered, seeing as the silhouettes of your frame and his disappeared into thin air. Was that so weird though? You knew this was going to happen, you knew there was an extremely low chance that you would survive this ordeal alive.

Let alone escape and return to your own world.

You managed to keep alive, to escape every single clutch of almost every single monster in this godforsaken house. And then, to finish it all, you had agreed to stay, to let your friends walk out of here freely and commit yourself completely to his care.

You had chosen this, you had made a decision.

But god, did your heart scream in pain.

You had no idea how much time had passed after you had seen your friends walking out. You did not know how long you had been trapped here. You didn't even dare ask Jeff whether they had arrived safely. You just hoped he kept his promise.

You did, you sure as hell did.

You were nothing anymore.

Worth nothing.

An empty shell of emotions, which were dying out slowly. Once you had felt fear and anger. Then you had felt sadness and almost a little joy. Lastly you had felt determination and... And something small, barely noticeable too.

But now you felt nothing. Nothing that made you smile. You didn't fear Jeff, you didn't fear the house... You didn't even hate Jeff anymore. You were a doll, worn out and used. Everything you had fought for was gone... What was there to feel?

Suddenly the door swung open and you heard familiar boots clashing with the ground. Your head was still buried in your hands and whilst you heard a voice talking: you had no idea what in the world he was saying to you.

His footsteps came closer...

Before you had any idea of what was going on, before you could even move out of the way, you felt something colliding with your body and you felt yourself falling backwards.

The pain of the wounds coursed through your veins as you had hit the ground roughly, feeling two strong and cold hands wrapping themselves around your neck. Your air supply had already been reduced when you had hit the ground so suddenly, but thanks to Jeff pressing onto your trachea tightly, you had no way to fill your supply up again.

You gasped loudly, shaking yourself out of that memory roughly. It was then you felt two hands roughly grabbing your cheeks before your head was locked into a tight grip.'

"What's wrong?" Your eyes turned upwards and met his, the metal like scent of his clothes filling your nostrils and making you even more nauseous.

"Nothing, just a little... Dizzy." You answered honestly, swallowing slowly as if you had been eating sand. He let go of your face and towered over you, eyes darkly staring down as he spoke:

"Then lie down." He was right. These flashes mostly come when you're up and about. You turned again, swinging your legs over the edge and almost comfortable falling into the mattress. You weren't doing anything all day, but you were tired.

Extremely tired.

As you closed your eyes flashes of your friends came by: all sitting at a table, drinking wine and playing games. Your parents were there too, celebrating birthdays and eating together happily. Even your classmates were in there...

What had happened to them?

What had happened to your parents?

What are they feeling right now, considering most of your friends made it out alive? How broken would they feel, seeing them walking out alive whilst still not knowing your fate? Would they... Eventually... Forget about you?

No... Your parents loved you!

And even though you've had your fair share of fights... You love them too.

Your eyes traveled to the dark figure standing in the room. You always had this childish thought that nothing could happen to you, as long as you're with your parents. That they can cure any sickness, any pain from either physical or a broken heart.

Of course, that was rubbish... But it felt nice to have roots to return to. To have someone care about you like that... That warmth... That... Love.

Did Jeff ever feel that love? Wasn't his family stable?

A loud clash next to you ripped you from your thoughts as you slightly bumped into the air. The smell of blood intensified, and you knew already what was coming. He was always in a good mood when he had gone out killing, it filled his desires.

You turned on your side, facing the window in a futile attempt to escape his inevitable grasp. But as soon as you felt his hand sliding up and down your side you knew what was going on in his mind. He sniffed loudly and before his hand got to the hem of your shirt, you spoke:

"What happened to your parents?" His hand suddenly stopped, and you swore you could feel him tensing up. He was not expecting that question, and you neither.

You didn't know why you had asked him now of all times... But thinking about your own parents made you wonder about his. What was his childhood like, aside from the bullying?

The report from the FBI said he had killed his parents... And presumably his brother too. Yet you wanted to know. You wanted to know what drove him to kill his parents as well as his brother. What drove him to end the lives of the people who raised him.

Were they bend in the mind as well? Was that really a prerequisite for creating a monster? Did he ever feel love? Did he ever feel the warmth of a parent's comfort?

"What do you think? That I'd let them walk away freely?" You felt his breath in your neck and in order to gauge his reaction you turned around. Your face was close to his, wondering if he would tell you truthfully what happened.

It wasn't surprising that he would kill them... It was just... Weird. Why did he keep you alive...? You, a person who meant almost nothing to him, while he killed the people who fed him, raised him, gave him a roof above his head...

"No, but why did you kill them?" A dark, chilling chuckle creepy from his throat as he sat up, sideways glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. He was amused by your questions, yet you couldn't exactly figure out why.

"Isn't that obvious? I killed them before they could kill me. I was an abomination in their eyes, not perfect enough." You sat up as well, wondering what in the world he meant by that. But one glance at his face reminded you of the mutilation he had done to himself.

He thought he was extremely 'beautiful'... While his parents knew that all his plugs had been burned through. They wanted to protect themselves from him... Yet he somehow won. He didn't feel anything, just the urge to survive.

Truly just an animal, if not a monster.

"What about your brother?" You suddenly felt the room getting colder, his body stiffening even more as his aura turned from calm to utmost dark. It was a wrong question and you knew it. His brother was somehow a sensitive topic.

"What about him?!" He hissed through gritted teeth, not staring directly at you as if daring you to ask that question. You swallowed slowly, feeling the familiar pit in your stomach forming. Forget it, it was a stupid question. You had promised to obey him, to not get on his nerve.

What good would knowing the answer do anyway? Aside from a harsh slap across the cheek.

"N-nothing... I shouldn't have asked." You figured it was better to turn back now before you would feel his undying wrath upon your body. It wasn't worth knowing if he would turn into a crazy bull because of it. You should just keep your mouth shut.

"Noo... Please, ask away." His face came dangerously close to yours and you realized he had you cornered. He wanted a reason to punish you and you knew you couldn't refuse. It was either asking the question or facing another kind of wrath.

He was pulling you out of your shelter.

"You – you had a brother... Di-did you kill him too?" There, you had asked the question. You had shown once again how completely in control he was. How lifeless you were. You were waiting for him to do something, to hit you or slam you against the bedframe for asking such a question. But instead he almost breathlessly whispered:

"I did. I sliced and sliced until nothing was left of him. Sliced up his face, sliced up his arms... Everything until he wasn't even my brother anymore... Happy now, sweetcheeks? Was this the answer you wanted?" Even though he didn't hurt you psychically... You could feel the venom dripping from his tongue. This was the answer you expected... But not the one you wanted.

He somehow didn't like the question, but you couldn't figure out why. What made his brother so different from his parents? He had killed them both, right? Suddenly the whole room turned white and before you knew it you were sitting across of that FBI agent:

"Jeffrey Woods was born into a family consisting of 4 members, mother, father, brother and Jeffrey. We don't have enough information to research what exactly happened, but we only know that his mother and father have been found dead inside their bedroom. His brother is still missing to this day, yet by his blood that has been found in his bedroom we assume he didn't make it either."

His brother is missing...

His brother is missing!

Could he somehow have survived this all?

No... That' s impossible... then why does Jeff react so strongly?

Maybe he...

A harsh grip on your cheeks swung you back into reality as you stared straight at Jeff. Whatever happened, this was forbidden territory. You would now face his wrath... A few months ago, you would've taken the risk, you would've asked more about it until Jeff would explode out of anger...

But right now, you didn't have the energy left to ask more, to step onto his toes further.

"I'm sorry Jeff... I shouldn't have asked." A harsh push made you fall back into the mattress. You didn't struggle, you just let yourself fall back. That would only take more and more of your precious energy.

"No shit, you shouldn't, and you know it damn well." Your eyes were focused on the ceiling, you heard his gruff voice mumbling some words, but you couldn't make out what it was.

"I'm sorry." You whispered again and before you knew it a hand covered your mouth completely. You saw a silhouette hanging over you like a shadow ready to rip into the light.

"Don't be." The shadow whispered closely to your ear. The hand was removed from your mouth and fumbled somewhere else. His nose slowly caressed your chest and as his rough hands squeezed the little flesh you had he whispered:

"Just... Shut up."

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Another update! (took you long enough)

Yeah, yeah, I know, beat me with your disco stick.

Anyway, it looks like a filler chapter, yet it is not completely. If you read closely, you' ll see that if focuses on the relationship of the reader with Jeff, but also on how the reader feels right now. Like complete shit.

This is important for the upcoming chapters and the ending, explaining how some endings came to be.

Enjoy and have a terrific day :D