Protective!Jeff The Killer x Bullied!Reader

Okay, so I'm going to try my hand at this though it might not be good at all. But I'ma try my best. I hope you guys like it.

[F/N] - First Name      [L/N] - Last Name     [N/M] - Nickname    [H/N] - Horrible Name
[H/L] - Hair Length     [H/C] - Hair Color     [E/C] - Eye Color      [S/C] - Skin Color
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You threw your book bag in your room upset. The kids were even worse today. They wouldn't stop harassing you and even got you in trouble. You were sent to the principle's office and then sent home. Your parents didn't care though. They were workaholics and were barely home to actually care. Even though they were like that, you still had enough money to be well off. Though, that's not why you were bullied.

You were bullied because you were different from other people in your school. Your school was filled with preppy, stuck up girls who only care about themselves and their next boyfriend. You cared about getting somewhere in life and didn't bother yourself with looks or popularity because you were smart enough to know that it wouldn't get you anywhere in life.

However, you did have depression and it wasn't getting any better. You ran to your bed and cried into your pillows loudly. Nobody would hear you because your house was at the end of the street and nobody was home. The longer you cried, the louder you got. You cried for a good amount of time before you finally drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

You woke up later to a loud bang in your living room. You knew that nobody should have been home besides you. Your parents left on a business trip after dropping you off at home yesterday.

You slowly got out of your comfortable bed and slowly walked to your open bedroom door.

"Damn it!" You heard a male's voice call from downstairs.

You froze in your place with fear coursing through your veins. You thought it might have been one of your bullies who had taken it too far. But it wasn't possible because they didn't know where you lived. Or did they?

You slowly made your way out of your room and down the stairs not prepared for what you were about to see.

There, in your living room standing over a broken flower vase, was a man in a white hoodie with red splotches and black pants and shoes. A scream bubbled up and was let out when you saw the bloody knife in his hand. The man spun around and your [e/c] eyes were met with lidless ones and another scream was let out as you saw his craved in smile stretched even further. You ran back up to your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

You then realized that it wasn't the smartest idea to run back upstairs because jumping out of your window meant certain death. So, instead of being cliche and hiding under your bed, you hid in your closet behind all of your clothes and boxes of shoes. As soon as you had gotten situated in your hiding place, your door bounced open and slammed against the door.

"Come on, [f/n]. I'm not here to hurt you." The man said.

You shivered a bit as you heard him rustling around in your room. You weren't going to be another cliche and look through the crack in your closet door. That was a sure fire way to get caught. Instead, you stayed right where you were as the man tried to find you.

"I want you help you, [f/n]. Trust me, if I wanted to kill you, I would've done it by now. I have had a week to do it, after all." He said with a crazy laugh added at the end.

You let out a silent shaky breath. You couldn't believe that this guy had been following you around for a week.

The closet door suddenly opened and it revealed the man staring at you. "Gotcha."




That was last year.

Since then, you've become Jeff's girlfriend and he's been very protective of you. Anytime you get bullied, he knows about it and he...takes care of it. Him and his 'family.'

"Hey, [h/n]!" Your main bully yelled as you tried to get out of school faster. You hated when Jeff and his family 'took care' of people. You didn't like knowing that they were dead because of you even though they did make your life a living hell. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You cringe at their voice. You quickly run out of the school and towards the woods near it.

"Get back here, fat ass!" The bully screamed.

You walked faster until you could see Jeff and by that time you already had tears in your eyes. This was your worst bully and there was no telling what they would do to you when they thought nobody else was around.

They pushed you to the ground and then sat on top of you.

"Please, don't hurt me." You begged with tears in your eyes.

You knew that Jeff was watching and you knew that if your bully did anything to harm you that he would be no longer with you by tomorrow. You didn't want to have that kind of blood on your hands.

"Why not? You're a freak and you need to be dealt with." The bully said with venom.

"Who are you calling a freak?" Jeff asked as he came out from the shadows.

Laughing Jack followed along with Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby. You started to shake under your bully because you knew what was going to happen to them.

Laughing Jack pulled the bully off you and Jeff pulled you into his chest. He then passed you off to Ticci Toby who had become like a brother to you. You turned your head into his chest and away from Jeff and the others killing the bully.

After a little bit of the screams, they finally stopped and you turned your head to see Laughing Jack drag a body with Masky and Hoodie deeper into the woods. You ran over to Jeff and into his waiting arms.

"You okay, [f/n]?" Jeff asked you.

"No." You said in a quiet voice.

"It's okay, [f/n]. Nobody will hurt you anymore." He told you in a soft voice.

"But what about everybody else at school?" You asked. "You can't kill everybody in that school."

"True." He said and stared into your [e/c] eyes as he stroked your [h/l] [h/c] in a soothing manner. "You could always live with me. We both know that your parents wouldn't really care."

You took a few seconds to think it over. It won't matter if you fell off the face of the Earth. People wouldn't really care.

"Okay." You told him. "I'll come with you."