Requested by: BloodyDragonQueen

Jeff the Killer x (Suicidal) Reader

2nd POV

Your vision went black, your nearly lifeless body dangled from a rope in your closet.
Jeff burst back into your room, and practically ripped open your closet door.
He quickly cut the noose from your neck with his knife, your body falling into his arms as he caught you.
He put his life in his pocket and carried you to your bed, where he laid you down.
Your face was a slight shade of blue, Jeff panicked a bit as he didn't know what to do.
He performed CPR, watching your face as he pushed down on your chest with his palms.
After a few minutes, he checked your pulse, counting it.
A large bruise covered your neck, and blueness in your face slowly faded away.
He sighed heavily as he ran his hands through his hair, "Why the fuck didn't I just let her die?" He questioned himself, getting angry.
Jeff looked at you, you were starting to breath on your own again.
He sighed again in relief as he leaned against the wall, a soft smile grew on his face.

Hours passed, all the way until the next night.
You finally woke up, immediately coughing, your throat extremely sore, you were unable to speak.
A loud groan escaped your lips, and you sat up, Jeff was at the edge of your bed, sitting there and his head turned to you.
You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him, then you looked down at yourself.
You had been changed in different clothes, you were in a navy t-shirt and a pair of black leggings, you noticed and felt your hair had been brushed through as well, you gave him a funny look.
He stood up and sighed, "Yes, I changed you, yes I might have bathed you and done your hair, yes I saved you, yes I know I'm a narcissist, psychotic asshole who murders people for fun, but I don't know what came over me alright. Does that answer all your questions?" He said huffing as he stood against the wall, his wide eyes looking into yours.
Your eyebrow raised wider and a dumbfounded expression plastered on your face as you shook your head.
He growled and snapped as he looked at the ceiling.
"LOOK! I don't know what came over me alright? I took one fucking look at your face, and the next thing I know I feel some pity for you or something and I can't leave you to die. I thought about those words you said and not even I know why the hell I was thinking about it. All I know is I came running back and I needed to save you." He slightly yelled, his heart racing.
You choked on air in response, shocked at what he admitted.
You got out of bed, you grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie and stared at him, then tugged on your own clothes.
Jeff looked at you and chuckled, grabbing your hands and putting them down.
"Honestly, you do have a nice figure, you only care about the part where I said I undressed and bathed you?" He questioned as he tilted his head.
You growled and weakly punched his shoulder.
Jeff chuckled, for the first time in a long time.
You squinted your eyes, you'd never seen him smile or laugh in a manor other than manically.
You shook your head and tried to speak, but pain stopped you.
"I was also thinking, because we both...don't really have anyone, how about you just come with me?" He asked, standing tall over you.
You took a step back, and mouthed to him 'Are you sure you're ok? Are you fucking with me?' You asked.
Jeff shook his head, and put his hood over it.
"Yeah I'm insane, but I feel fine right now." He said.
You sighed, and rubbed your temples as you nodded.
"Alright then." He said, then picking you up bridal style.
You looked at Jeff, wondering how he was the same person from last night, who one minute was telling you to kill yourself, and then in the next, saved you.
A smile curved on your lips, as he walked you both out of your house.
Suddenly you did what you thought was the unthinkable, and you kissed his chin.
Jeff felt himself freeze on the inside, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
A stifled laugh came from you, as Jeff continued walking with you.
Just two nobodies in a world against them.