Hooked on lovin'! (Dead By Daylight x reader)

Clown ~ Cheap gin

(This chapter was suggested and I absolutely love it!)
Requested by Azureman136

That ugly... disgusting... Clown.
Everyone dead, only you remaining and the killer being somewhere uncomfortably close.
You carefuly peeked from behind the locker, seeing his back turned to you.
"I know you're 'ere toots..." his rough voice spoke up as he looked over some boxes.
You carefuly knelt down, picking up a small rock. A trick Adam taught you.

You threw the rock far, luckily hitting a glassed window and breaking it. The Clown's head lift up, imidiately following the sound.
Alright, maybe you can check for the hatch now.
You trotted over where the killer stood before, checking the location throughly, but not seeing nor hearing it.
You sighed, backing up from the spot.
You bumped into something.

At the first second you thought it was a box but nope, the Clown. He grabed you by your wrist and squeezed tight, forcing you to get on your knee from the high pressure and sudden shock.
"Lemme go!" You struggled, but his grip was far too strong.
"You been a real pain in my ass toots..." He said, grinning evily at your hurt face.
"Likewise...fat- OWW" You were about to continue your rude dialogue but were cut off by a much sharper pain.
The Clown's knife dug deep into the meat of your ring finger, letting out a surpsising abount of blood.
You swore you felt the blade of his knife scrape against your bone as you yelled out for help.
Your lungs were emptied of air and your brain was light from the amount of pain.
Your vision got dark and you fainted, still hanging in the killer's grip.
As soon as the Clown noticed no more emotion, he stopped cutting.
There's no sport if there ain't screamin'...
Jeffrey lift you up to his face, shaking you slightly. You only wiggled in the air like a spaghetti noodle.

You didn't exactly know what happened when you were uncontious, you were only awoken by a pulsating pain in your hand, and distant carnival music.
Also the smell of... candy? maybe alcohol?
Your eyes lazily opened.
You were... sitting.
Yes, sitting on a chair. Close to a small table.
Your hands.
Cuffed to the table with brightly colored cuffs.
You lift your head up, still feeling heavy.
You were in some small... apartment? No, a wagon.
You noticed something moving near a tiny, old timey stove.
It was the Clown.
Your heart started racing and you freaked out.
You're closed in the Clown's wagon.
Even though comicaly large, the cuffs held your hands good.
What to do, what to do...
The Clown got up and turned around to face you.

"Well, well tootsie-pop's awake" He said chuckling slightly at the nickname.
"Leave me alone, let me go." You imidiately stated, trying to keep your serious.
"Would ya belive me if I told you, I thought you'd say that?" He asked, chuckling again.
You looked down on your hand, carefuly opening your fingers.
You still had all five...
And the ring finger was wrapped up in some bandages...
"Yeah 'bout that... ain't no fun when you don't fight back. And lemme tell ya, you can put one up"
You cleared your throat and started again. "Let me go..." You still tried to sound stubborn.
"Yeah, no can do toots" The Clown said, looking at a shelf that was to his left, next to the stove.
It was filled with all types of bottles thar had various shapes and sizes.
"What I can do howeva..." He reached somewhere in the back, taking out an old bottle, with clear fluid on the inside.
"...is fix up that 'lil boo boo of yours" he finished, putting the bottle on the table. He sat down on the other side of you and magicaly slid two tiny glasses out of his hand.
A pretty impressive magic trick, but you tried looking as uninterested as you could.
You had to. It's a killer for crying out loud. Plus, you two have been bothering each other as long as you can remember.

The killer poured both of the glasses full to the brim, sliding one towards you.
"C'mon, drink" He encouraged you.
"I can't." You annoyedly stated.
The Clown snickered at your tone. His chuckle was a little contagious, but once again, keep your serious.
It's a killer.
You heard a click on your right. The brightly colored cuff opened. He opened it...
You noticed he was also already pouring another glass.
You... carefuly grabbed the glass.
"What's in this?" You asked, disgusted, after a while of staring.
"Is just cheap ass gin, ain't nothing bad 'bout it" He lift his shoulders, looking at your hand.
"I don't wanna drink" You pushed the glass away.
"Thought you was gonna say that 'un too, toots" The Killer said, reaching behind his back.
"'Ave a few drinks with me..." He said quietly, before stabbing his overly large knife into the table, uncomfortably close to your left hand.
"... Or else."
You swallowed, looking at the knife then the liquor.
You grabbed the glass and quickly threw it back.
The bittersweet taste made your head wiggle violently, and one of your legs even jumped against your will.
The clown of course imidiately laughed at your reaction, only making it harder for you.
"Didn't know you were sucha booze wuss toots!" He said through his chuckles, that soon broke into a coughing fit.
"I... I ain't. Give me more so I can get out of here" You said, sliding the glass towards him, still struggling a little with the gin in your system.
The Clown happily poured more.
As you downed another glass and your legs freaked out again, you felt much better.

"Jesus Clown... where'd you get this stuff? From the black market?" You asked, wiping the corner of your mouth.
"Pf, if I could remember..." The murderer carelessly said, downing another himself.
After a short while of silence, he spoke up again.
"Jeffrey..." He said rather quietly.
"Sorry, what?" You asked.
"I'm Jeffrey" He said. You could tell he felt a little uncomfortable saying his name straight up, so you tried not to make a huge deal out of it.
"(Y/n)..." You smiled a little, wanting to show that you're open.
The clown- Jeffrey, only poured more, not showing a whole lot of emotion, other than a stuck smile.
"So while I'm scuffed here, you wanna tell me somethin' about yourself maybe?" You asked, sliding back on the chair a little. You were defenetly starting to float on the booze.
"Scuffed?" Jeff cocked an eyebrow.
"Stuck and cuffed... y'know?... sorry, thought it was funny" You looked down to his knife trying to hold your giggle in.
But Jeffrey didn't, the classic wheezy laugh sounded again as you downed the gin.

"Well I mean... there ain't that much" You saw him grip the bottle of gin.
"C'mon, you're a killer clown, there has to be so much stuff" You said.
"Well... for starters my pops hated me, prolly where this lil mistake began" Jeffrey pointed to himself at the mistake part, making you smile sympatheticaly.
"Ran from home, joined circus, killed everyone in circus, now we're here" He quickly finnished.
"You killed them... just like that? No problem?" You asked, playing with your glass.
"I think you'd do it too toots..." Jeff said, looking you up and down.

After another while of quiet drinking, Jeffrey spoke up again.
"Y'know, now you got me thinkin' bout it" He started.
"There was this one girl, readhead, can't remember 'er name that's fine... called her toots mosta'time" He continued, reaching to his side and taking out a ring of fingers.
You shivered slightly at the sight, it was still very uncomfortable.
"This 'un right 'ere..." He pointed to a brightly painted pinky finger.
"I... I can't lie, I feel bad 'ere 'n there..." Jeffrey said, sounding low as he stared at the severed finger.
Looking up at his face you could actualy see the memories flashing in his black eyes.
You looked at your bandaged ring finger and then Jeff.

You carefuly laid your hand on his much larger forearm, slightly petting him with your thumb.
The Clown, as if snaped out of his transe, slightly twitched at your touch.
"There ain't nothing you can do about it now" You said, trying to be sympathetic.
As Jeffrey looked at your tiny, adorable hand, he slowly relized how long it has been since normal human contact...
How touch starved he was...
He wanted to hold your hands, have you close for at least a little while...
His long dead heart started pounding again.

"Well" He started, trying to keep cool.
"I think it's about enough drinks for ya toots..." He said, opening your second cuff.
You held your hands close, slightly brushing your wrists.
"You can go now..." Jeff motioned for the door.
You gave the Clown a smile and got up from your chair, imidiately staggering and falling down on the floor.
"Jaysus, you alright toots?" Jeffrey asked worriedly, surprised at that sentence. Has been long since he asked someone this.
"Yeah- I think I might've had too much" You explained, unable to feel your feet.
You got grabbed effortlessly by Jeff, being brung up to your feet and almost falling over again.
"Well this ain't gonna cut it..." Jeff murmured, still holding you.
Once again, it felt great to hold a warm, living body like yours.
"I'll just crawl home, I'm used" You started your sentence, unable to finish.
"Yeah no toots, don't you just wanna skip it 'n sleep here?" He motioned for a rather small, wooden, one person bed.
You didn't even have the strength to argue.
"Yeeah... fine" You agreed, being pulled to the bed. You crawled on it, your eyes imidiately shutting.
After a while of resting, you felt something quite heavy on you.
Opening one eye, you saw it was the Clown's pink tail jacket. It smelled like gin, candy and blood, but surprisingly, it was okay to sleep under...

You'll have to thank him for the fun evening once you wake up.

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