Jeff The Killer x Reader |[Facade Chap. 2]|

You shakily exhaled as you shook your head in a vain attempt to clear out the haze that clouded your mind as Offenderman let out a sultry chuckle.  He tantalizingly waved the flower in your reach, watching your eyes glaze over as the special scent of the rose took its effect.  Panic began to take over what little of your mind remained coherent as you looked at him, the smirk on his face growing at the sight of your dazed, helpless expression.  He was so close... now if you could just touch the flower...

'This isn't good,' you thought despairingly, 'That damn rose... I'm practically putty in his hands.' Your hands felt like dead weight as they hung by your sides.  Even when you managed to move them, they seemed to only gravitate towards the rose.  Defeated, you let them drop back down once more, and impatient growl sounding from Sexual Offenderman as he insistently pushed the rose closer, it's petals nearly grazing your nose.  Scowling, you turned your head away, trying to ignore the flower's presence as another irritated hiss from Offenderman warned you of his wearing patience. You weren't sure how much longer you could stall the inevitable...

Jeff lay on the beaten mattress that served as his bed in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling.  He scowled as much his scars would let him as his conversation with Zalgo ran through his head, replaying over and over again:

He grimaced as he thought of that last part.  Yes, he knew what would happen.  He had sworn that it wouldn't when he took another apprentice.  He had always said that it would be different with you.  But here he was, his mistakes and his past failures all being thrown back into his face with that one condescending comment.  He rolled onto his side, reaching for the knife on his nightstand.  He looked at the face reflected in the blade, watching the strange pale-faced man in the reflection stare back at him with eerie eyes.  What did he hope to accomplish with all of this?  It was all bound to end up the same, anyway.  Yet, like the idiot he is, he continues to try, only to play into fate's hand each and every time. 

He sighed heavily, letting his arm that held the knife drape over the side of the mattress.  His grip on the weapon slackened, and he allowed the knife to drop to the floor, the loud clank puncturing the air of the quiet room.  He just didn't see the point of it all anymore. 

His thoughts were immediately interrupted with the characteristic whir of his laptop starting up, and he watches from across the room as Cleverbot opens up in a new window.  With that, his scowl deepens.  What the fuck does he want?  He stands in front of the computer, typing into the artificial intelligence program:

User: What the fuck do you want.

Cleverbot: Where is your apprentice.

User: Why do you want to know?

Cleverbot: Reasons. 

User: Why do you care?

Cleverbot: Why are you avoiding the question?

User: Because it's none of your fucking business.

Cleverbot: She's in trouble.

User: What?

Cleverbot: Your apprentice.  She's in trouble.

User: How do you know?

Cleverbot: I saw her.  Do you know Slenderman's brother?

User: Which one.

Cleverbot: Sexual Offenderman.

User: He wouldn't fucking dare.

Cleverbot: He would. You should hurry. 

User: Wait, where are they?

But Jeff never received a response.  All he got after that was the normal, random AI.  With a growl, he hastily grabbed his knife off of the dusty floor and ran down the corridor of the house, nearly breaking down the door as he sprinted down the street.  The road was dimly illuminated by a couple of small street lamps, the rest of the neighborhood dark and silent save for the rapid beat of Jeff's sneakers as he dashed across the pavement.  A dozen possible locations ran through his mind.  Where the hell could you be?  The stupid ghost couldn't even give him a hint... and that was when it hit him.  He probably didn't tell him... because they were already nearby.  With renewed energy he continued to dash down the the various side streets, alert to any telltale sounds that might signify that he was too late...

"S-stop, I don't want... that rose..." you said, struggling to dictate your words clearly.  Your head spun, the rose's scent becoming overwhelming.  You turned around, weakly shoving your hands in the vague direction you assumed your assailant to be.  They pressed against Offenderman, but they did nothing except make his arms and a few tentacles tighten their grip around you.  You could feel time running out; how much longer could you delay him before things got dangerous?  

Suddenly, you feel the grip around you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to allow yourself to go limp and slide out of Sexual Offenderman's arms.  He snagged the back of your shirt before you got too far and put you off to the side, your body slumping against the brick wall as Offender turned to face the individual that intruded into the alleyway. 

'Shit, is he getting off to this?!' you thought, your face flushing as you continued to fight with more vigor than before.  'That creep!' 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you hear whoosh of air leave Offender as Jeff planted a hard kick straight to his abdomen.  Ducking out from behind Jeff, you send your foot flying into the back of Sexual Offenderman's legs.  His balance briefly faltered, and Jeff took the opportunity to lodge his blade deep into Offender's neck while you sunk your knife right in the middle of his chest.  Jumping backwards, your knives still embedded in Offenderman's neck and chest, you both brace yourselves for a possible backlash.  But, nothing happened.  Black blood dribbled down from the wounds inflicted by your knives, and you eye the Slender suspiciously.  There was no way you both had won that easy.  

A heavy silence hung in the air as you and Jeff watched Offenderman collapse on his knees, his head nodding forward.  A small chuckle sounds from his form a few yards away.  He began to laugh, black liquid seeping from his mouth and down his chin as his long, snake-like tongue lolls out of his mouth slightly.  His laughs soon gave way to cackles, and he throws his head back as his shoulders shake with the force of his laughter.  His neck and chest continued to bleed, forming an inky river down his pale skin as you watched in horror.  He... he was completely unfazed.  And that attack was the best you had. 

He advanced upon the two of you, his malevolent smile growing as he witnessed you and Jeff trying to ready yourselves once more in a defensive stance.  Even funnier to him, the two of you thought you could take him on after you both so carelessly threw away your knives.  It was just another victory for him-

"Stop this foolishness immediately." a voice rang out.  Actually, it sounded like several different voices intertwined together, like a group of people were all saying the same thing.  The voice vibrated in your ears, and sent tremors down your spine.  Whatever was approaching... it was really powerful.  You cast an uneasy glance at Jeff, and grew more nervous at the apprehension that showed in his dark eyes.  Offenderman seemed to react too, his tendrils angrily lashing behind his back as he looked past you and Jeff.  

"That bastard..." Sexual Offenderman hissed, abruptly angling his head downward, a feral sounding growl ripping from between his gritted teeth as dark saliva continued to ooze from between his teeth and down his chin.  You and Jeff whipped your heads in the direction Offenderman was looking, to meet a Slender that bore a disturbing resemblance to the one you were just fighting.  He authoritatively tugged at the collar of his black hued suit, the dark color further enhancing the contrast between the black clothing and white skin.  He stepped towards the three of you, Offenderman growing increasingly hostile as the creature drew closer.  Jeff finally speaks up next to you: