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Taken. (Jeff the Killer X Reader)	By : RoverRose Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > Jeff the Killer Views: 4643 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"How are you, (Y/N)?" You attention went from the still ticking clock towards the elderly woman sitting in the chair across you. Your hand immediately went to your head, feeling the rough fabric of the bandage which was covering your forehead and back of your head.
It was still dry, meaning the bleeding had stopped. You gave a deep sigh out of relief before realizing you had to answer this woman. You had only woken up a few hours ago, lying in some sort of medical room. Bandages were covering your head, hand and your lower back.
You only remembered you pushing the red button, but everything else was just one big black blur. Now you had to talk to this FBI agent. She looked a lot nicer than all those men in black suits and with no expression on their faces whatsoever, but you knew this was wrong.
You had experienced more of these moments, where someone would sit opposite of you and then telling you some horrible news. This woman was just waiting for you to say that you're fine, before continuing on a less appropriate matter.
"Could have been better." You answered bitterly, being honest just because you could. There was no need to act all tough here, by escaping killers twice they now know you are. The woman only nodded at you, keeping up her sweet smile.
"I can understand that, you've been through a lot." She can understand that? SHE can understand THAT? What the hell is she talking about? She never had to run from killers, she never heard her friends being dragged away and killed. How in the world can she even think that she understands you?
When this talk is over SHE will go back home to her husband and children, she will be able to hold them. She can call anyone she wants, talk to anyone. You won't. Her life goes on but yours already stopped. You wanted to tell her this; you wanted to be angry at her for telling you that she understood.
But you didn't.
You realized this was just a bad choice of words, but yelling at her isn't going to change the situation. It isn't her fault that you are here. You only nodded at her, trying to take your focus off of her and to something different. Not that there was much to focus on in the room anyway.
"There is something I need to tell you." You then looked up at the woman, curiosity taking over she had finished the sentence. However when you looked at her expression you weren't so sure whether you wanted to hear it. You were right, this was bad.
"In that last attack on you, when that man came out of the TV..." You knitted your eyebrows together at this. How did she know what happened? You sure didn't tell anyone yet who made those wounds.
"Your friend, Rayne. She was taken a few minutes before he tried to take you." Again, your world shattered into a thousand pieces. Rayne was taken. The last remaining of your friends has been taken too. You would be next. You tried to say something, but nothing came out.
Your mouth was extremely dry and it went up and down, like a fish on dry land. You wondered if Rayne felt the same fear as you did, you wondered whether Rayne fought back too. Or even had the chance to do it.
All your hopes of ever escaping those killers had disappeared. If they could come into a building this secured without any efforts, you knew that no place was safe. You wanted to be angry at these people, screaming at them and asking if they did everything in their power to prevent it.
But you knew they did.
"What happened?" You asked, crossing your arms and hoping that way it could ease the pain in your chest a little. Which, of course, it couldn't. The woman's eyes began to widen a little before she sighed, gathering the courage to tell you.
"We have recorded it... The cameras were still working at that time. You may see the tape?" She asked a little uncertain, not really that weird considering you had fought against that killer with everything you had and was given the choice to watch that whole ordeal over again.
But this time with a different ending.
"I want to see it." You felt the determination slowly coming back to you as you sat up straight, showing this woman these killers didn't face you at all. Of course they did, but you wanted to be strong. Also you wanted to know what exactly happened, to know whether your mind really wasn't playing with your head when you saw those threads coming out of the TV.
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And so there you stood in the control room, watching as the threads came out of the TV slowly, creeping up to your unsuspecting friend who was sleeping. You balded your fist once you saw the thread wrapping itself around her ankle, slowly dragging her towards the end of the bed until she woke up.
You could even hear her scream for help.
You tried your best to keep looking, watching Rayne as she fought off those threads with all she had. She was roughly yanked off of the bed and another thread wrapped itself around her pulse. She began to bite at it, still screaming for help which would never come.
You felt sick watching this tape like a bad horror movie, but it was all too real. You couldn't stand seeing your friend struggling to survive, crying and begging for mercy once several threads had wrapped themselves around her mouth, neck and waist.
Finally she was sucked right into the TV, her feet colliding with the screen as if it was just an illusion. Her outstretched hand the only thing slowly disappearing into the screen before the whole room turned to normal again.
You swallowed the lump as you quickly covered your mouth with your hands. It was horrible to see. The last of your friends who hadn't been taken was gone. You're the only one left now. You couldn't look at the screen anymore, the images of Rayne being taken constantly flashing through your mind.
You didn't want to think about it anymore. You couldn't think about it anymore. If you wanted to survive, go back to a normal life you needed to stay strong, even if you were on the verge of collapsing. You just could never ever give those killers the satisfaction of you drowning in your own sorrows and fears.
You turned towards the woman you had talked switch earlier, slightly looking at her with foggy eyes. You had sensed her gazing at you from time to time, probably checking whether you were okay.
"The family of those deceased guards, are they aware?" The woman looked slightly shocked as you asked her something completely off topic, but you didn't want to talk about your friend anymore, it would only result in pain.
The woman nodded soon smiling her heartwarming smile again, silently thanking you for your concern. You felt bad; it was because of you that they had died. If you weren't there they'd probably still be alive.
"I have a few questions to ask you."
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You were again twisting and turning on your bed inside your small room. The questioning went on for hours, mostly about BEN and what he had said to you. They already knew what happened. They had surveillance cameras placed all around your room and the corridor, together with a guard watching them.
The reason why he didn't interfere was because he was dead, hanging from the ceiling by a small, electrical thread which was wrapped around his throat.
You were so extremely tired but could not find sleep, afraid that something like last time happened. Your TV was removed, together with any electrical devices in your room. Just to be safe, they said. You knew they knew more about BEN, but they didn't tell you. They never tell you.
Once you practically convinced yourself nothing would happen you allowed your eyelids to close, drifting slowly into your sub consciousness.
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"Where am I?" You questioned yourself as you now stood on the terrain of some kind of carnival. However it was dark, one which seemed to have been abandoned for years. The once bright fabric of the tents was torn and dirty while the few left over stands seemed to be inhabited by insects.
"Oh jolly good fun. You've finally arrived." You immediately turned around, facing one of the persons who was part of your worst nightmares. The monochrome clown. You shrieked, giving a yelp of shock as you tried to step back.
"Not so fast." He giggled, gripping your upper arm tightly. His long, pointy claws wrapped themselves around your tender skin, making it impossible to escape. You tried to struggle, but somehow once your eyes were locked with his icy ones you stopped. It was as if some unrealistic force commanded your muscles to relax.
"I have something to show you~" He hummed happily while dragging you along with him. You had trouble keeping up with him, constantly tripping over your own feet as the monochrome clown continued his steady pace towards one of the worn out tents.
You wanted to scream, you wanted to struggle but somehow you couldn't. Not only were you afraid of the consequences, but you couldn't run. He somehow had this power over you and you didn't like it at all.
You were roughly thrown inside the tent, nearly crashing onto the ground before you caught yourself with your hands. You felt liquid and other slimy things at your hands, at your knees. You realized that this stuff was on the floor, but the tent was too dark to even see.
It was then your nose filled itself with scent so vulgar that even a cockroach would scurry far away. You wanted to hold your hand before your mouth, to prevent yourself from gagging. But you realized that this 'liquid' was all over it, making you feel even sicker to your stomach.
Right at that moment the lights sprung on, you shutting your eyes tightly. Your arm rose in front of your head, to prevent some of the light burning out your eyeballs. You slowly opened them, letting them adjust to the sudden change of illumination.
However once you could see clearly there was nothing more you wanted to do than to shut your eyes and prevent them from ever opening again. All around you... You saw corpses. Limbs and intestines sprawled across the floor like paint, insects creating their home inside the deformed cadaverics which were once humans.
You realized only now where your body was lying in and you immediately jumped up, hands rubbing over your naked flesh in a futile attempt to clean it off.
"Like what you see, hm?" You heard another giggle and then looked up, staring at the strange clown who stood next to a stage; the few chairs in front of it were occupied by...
They were occupied by children.
Dead children.
All of them were heavily deformed, one having her bowels hanging from the giant gap in her belly, whilst the flesh was packed with candy. Another boy's head looked like a broken vase, with fragments of bones collected inside the hole which once resided his brains.
It was horrible.
You only stared at the clown in fear, whilst his grin seemed to be going from ear to ear. You gasped loudly as you saw him moving forward, walking towards you in a demanding matter. You backed away, your back hitting the wall of the tent before you were struck between his body and old fabric.
"Listen to me, (Y/N.) You get one day to turn yourself in to us and no one gets hurt, understood? If you don't, you'll end up like those people over there and believe me, they were all alive when I 'played' with them." You didn't understand of how this monochrome man could change from a psychotic giggly clown to a real mass murderer within seconds.
"Oh, but don't worry darling, I've got plenty of other things to show you." You began to feel dizzy, not really listening to what he was saying anymore. You felt as if your body was being pulled at, as if someone was trying to reach you.
"Looks like our time together here is up. Remember our deal."
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You shot up in bed, screaming loudly as were drenched in cold sweat. It was then you felt a presence near and you turned your head to see that it was one of the guards. He was kneeling beside your bed, not wearing glasses and thus revealing his concerned face.
"Are you alright?" He asked. You slowly nodded, cautiously searching around for any sign of the monochrome clown. Luckily there was none. So, he must've been in your dream? But how?
You weren't really amazed by this anymore; BEN could crawl from out of your fucking TV.
"Tell me what happened."
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You had told him everything, every single detail you could remember from your dream. You soon understood that this wasn't a loose promise... No, it was a real thread. You had voiced your feelings too. You didn't want anyone to die for you if you had the chance to prevent it.
"Listen to me, (Y/N). We took this job knowing that we could end up in tacky situations. We all know what danger our job will show us and that we might lose our lives. If we weren't prepared for this we would never take this job. I- We will do anything in our power to protect you even if it will cost our lives. So do not even dare to think about giving in."
You began to feel slightly better as this man spoke to you. Your feelings of doubt and hesitation soon turned into determination. You were determined not to listen to those threads, and continue to hide. However there was one thought which wouldn't leave your mind.
How in the world were you supposed to turn yourself in? There were no electrical devices around and if they could come through walls or have other ways then why won't they just take you?
You shook off these thoughts. Thinking about it wouldn't do you any good either...
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