The Boy In the Cell { Jeff the Killer x Reader }

Lets be friends Im curious.

"What was that?" I sneered with a scowl, my own steps growing louder as I paced to the front of the bars, hands gripping the metal until my knuckles grew white. He only gave a slight flinch before rising and meeting my gaze, only difference between us being the grin he wore. "I said, how typical." I gritted my teeth for a short moment, about to retaliate when once again, he cut off my rushed tone. "Wasn't directed towards anybody but your friend and the average population of teenage girls." He sputtered a cackle of laughter, shifting back until placing himself at the edge of the cot, legs stretched out to the floor while he laid back. 'So much for being shy anymore.' I thought to myself, a childish huff forming in my throat before words followed after.

"I don't bloody care, she's my friend-" I was about to go on, though he cut in, tone a playful muse like that of taunting music. "Yet, she isn't mine. So, I don't care, Whether you do or not." Now this, set me off. However, when an unphased Isis tapped my arm to let me know my mother was standing down the hall, I wasn't the only one shocked. The boy crawled further onto his cot, tucking himself away in the shadow-covered corner that the poor fabric and metal resided in. For myself, I just cleared my throat, playing a sweet smile across my lips and turning on my heels. "Hey, mom," I began, returning a softer glance over to the boy who hung a silent statue. "Is it time to leave already?" I questioned, only for her to give her famous glow of sunshine smile, clasping her hands before her. "Oh no, I'm going to go on my lunch break, grab Subway. Want anything, dear? Isis?"

I noticed the boy stare up through the black blades splayed across his forehead, peering between me and my mother with a sort of hunger, being almost that of a needy extent. And in an instant a pang of guilt shot through me and I inwardly sighed, hating myself for giving in so easily.

"Yeah, can I have a footlong this time? I- wanna have the other half for later. The usual, please." My mother nodded, turning to look at Isis to recieve the same answer, but only six inch. Mom had turned away in a split second to sift through her purse, beginning to walk down the hallway, the jingling of her found keys slowly ebbing away. "See you girls soon!" She called, and we only returned our attention to Him.

Once we had he tipped his chin down, nearly touching his chest as he still didn't speak. "Well," I could have jumped at Isis's voice that flooded through the silence, just for the sound of a nurse's shoes tapping upon the floor grew close.
We drew our attention from the boy to her, watching her smile and turn herself into the cell he sat in. "Hi, girls. Can you excuse me for a moment?"

I instinctively nodded and returned the expression, smile at my lips even if I had no real want to leave or even be gone long. Isis pressed a shoulder to mine, both of us heading side-by-side down the hallway. We came to the junction where multiple long, chipped tables sat, as well as the hallways parting off to more cells, and the lobby.

We slid onto the cold, unpleasant seats of the tables, picking up our gazes to raise a brow at one another. "Weird guy." Isis leisurely chuckled, while I soon cut her off, smiling. "I know, and he genuinely pisses me off. Kinda like it though." Once my words came to a stop Isis was quick to pick them up, a spark of glee touching her pale green eyes.

"So you admit you like him!" She accused, myself quick to deny. "N-No! I just meant interest, like if-" I let my voice slowly fall off the edge and looking up to see my mother placing down our subs between us.
"Thanks, mom." I had pulled back my words into audibility. My mother nodded and started off towards the second hall of cells, lightly waving back at us. "Not a problem, girls. I'll come find you two again when it's time to leave."

Isis and I unwrapped our subs and while she started eating I was separating my foot long into halves. I set one aside and rewrapped it, taking a bite of the other. I didn't realize Isis had been staring at me, a smile plastered along her cheeks as well as a small piece of lettuce tagging along. "What?" I asked, unintentionally sounding annoyed.

Isis didn't seem to mind or notice, going on with her usual purr of playfulness. "Visiting him. Sharing with him. Next your going to be kissing him through the bars or wanting to bring him home like a puppy."
I only hissed through my teeth, rolling my eyes and snickering.

"So what, I can't just want to be his friend? I do only hang out with you, afterall."
This may or may not be true, but I'm not able to determine that myself quite yet.
"Hey man, you say what you want, but I~ know you like him." Isis rose from the creaky table and pranced to the garbage, tossing her trash before leading the way down the hall.
I followed her, being only a few steps behind and carrying the half of the sub sandwich along. On our way I studied the patients curled up, sleeping, sobbing and moaning in their cells. I don't understand why the boy wasn't that way, as almost everyone here was. He was so young, too.

The kid kept me on the edge of my seat, that's for damn sure. Isis and I were growing close to his cell, and I'll see if another food bribe works.

Time to try again to make a friend, I guess. Or isn't he capable?

Maybe he's just too secluded. Or maybe he's wearing a mask, and wants attention. I'm clueless, really. All except for the fact, I'll be his friend.

Whether he thinks he wants one or not. I'm just too curious.