Italy x Reader - Jeff The Killer

“Ciao, bella!”

The bubbly Italian jumped over to your desk where you were sitting on your comfy black swivel chair, reading fanfiction.

“Hey Feli…” You trailed off; caught up in the beautiful pairing that is Karezi.

“Bella, are you feeling alright?” Feliciano waved his hand in front of your face, trying to rip your gaze from the screen.

You flinched away from the screen; a lemon, eww. You turned your attention to Feli. “Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Well you’re reading ‘Karezi’, whatever that is, and you have a weird-a look on your face!” He half giggled.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine. Wanna sit with me and watch YouTube? I’m done reading fanfictions for today.” You patted the seat and scooted over to the side.

He nodded and smiled cheerfully, sitting down next to and taking up the remainder of the space.

You stretched out your fingers, un-cramping them, and typed into the search box… Umm…

“Feliciano, what should we search up?”

He pondered this, and since you couldn’t think of anything, you scrolled through the recommended videos.

“Hey, what about that one, (Name)? It says pasta!!” Feli snapped out of his slump and pointed to something titled “Creepypasta.”  

You smiled warmly at him. “Alright!” You clicked on the video.

You were greeted by a black screen, slowly fading into a picture of a tall man with a black suit. But there was a twist. The guy had no face. Just plain marble white skin stretched across the blank sheet of bone.

You and Feli totally overreacted; after all, the man wasn’t doing anything, only standing there. The both of you screamed in unison and you didn’t dare reach out to the mouse to stop the video in fear that no-face would make a sudden movement and make you both piss your pants.

Three minutes later, however, you both calmed down and could look at this man without being afraid. Then, as if transfixed, you actually couldn’t look away. It was so eerie…

“Bella, what is that? In the background…” Feli leaned closer to the screen, apparently seeing something else in the background of the picture.

As you looked closely along with him, you could see… Someone walking slowly towards the camera with their head down, looking at the ground. As he got closer, you both made out dark black long hair over his face, a white sweater and normal jeans. Feli whimpered with fear.

“W-what is tha- AHHHH OIWNEFOUSJCSIMIKJNOMOIJF!!” Your question was ended with a scream (and Feli joined in yelling) as the head snapped up to reveal a face with hauntingly white skin, black lidded eyes that probably never blink, and a creepy twisted smile that seemed to be carved into his cheeks.

You hit the computer screen with your hands, causing it to fall to the floor and shatter. Thank god it was only a monitor, not your actual computer. Feli glomped you in fear, even though he couldn’t see the screen anymore. You blushed lightly, even though you were used to it (he had been your best friend for the past 7 years and your friendship contained a lot of hugging), you had a massive crush on this guy. But you were terrified too, so you hugged him back.

You sat like that for a few more minutes until you both calmed down.

“Is… Is it bad that I want to see more….?” You questioned.

“(N-Name)!! Why would you want to see more of that?!” Feli looked up at you, shocked.

You sigh. “Well, I don’t know. Sometimes creepy stuff like that has an appeal to me.”

Feliciano got a weird look on his face, like he had gotten an idea. “Appeal… You watch more, bella!! I’m going upstairs, but I’ll be back soon!!” He jumped out of the chair and raced up to his room.

You laughed at his childishness.

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About ten minutes later, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You were currently transfixed in a Creepypasta called “Jeff Is Back.” It was horrifying.

“Feli? S’that you?” You asked, not looking away from the screen.

You heard a malicious laugh that scared you shitless and you whipped around to see…. Jeff the Killer. Standing on the stairs. Holding a knife.

You screamed and hid under the desk, hoping that he would forget you were there, even though that was highly unlikely. You heard the tramping footsteps coming closer and closer. A hand grabbed your shoulder and you closed your eyes, waiting for the end…

Then he kissed you. What the fuck?

You pulled away, slapping him.

“Ouch, bella!! That hurt!!” Feliciano. It was Feliciano the whole time.

“W-what the hell, Fel?! Why’d you do that; scare me shitless and then kiss me? What’s the point?” He sighed, looking at the ground.

“When you said you had an ‘appeal’ for it, I thought… Well, you get the rest.” He sighed again.

You laugh at him for being such an idiot. “I would have kissed you anyway!!”

“Really?”

You smile. “Si!!”