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BEN Drowned x Jeff the Killer

Contains: bondage, knife play (stabbing), worship almost, biting, cum play, spitting, overall grotesque shit. BIG TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD. AT SOME POINT THERE'S A LOT OF MENTION OF BLOOD AND IT KINDA GETS WORSE FROM THERE
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I was walking around the apartment I lived in. Jeff said he was coming over and I had to majorly clean. He was really judgmental and I didn't really want to deal with that now. I had just finished bawling my eyes out when he said he was coming over.

What exactly I was crying over didn't matter. All that mattered was that everything was clean. I searched all throughout the place and made sure I tidied up. I didn't want it to seem like I was making an effort though, so I didn't clean everything. Just most things.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs and rushed to the living room, throwing myself on the couch. Wait, did it look like I was crying? Oh no, I should've tried to cover that up.

He practically banged on the door with how hard he knocked.

"C-come in!" I cursed at myself for stuttering. When did I become so-so-so lame? I kill people for a living. I'm not a softie. At least, that's what I thought until Jeff slammed open the door and closed it.

"That eyeless freak is pissing me off and I was kicked out the house. I'm crashing here tonight, that alright?" I nodded, not really paying attention. I just didn't want to start crying again.

It was silent so I looked up. Jeff was sitting on the coffee table just staring at me. I jumped, not expecting to see his wide eyes glaring into mine.

"Are you alright? You're like a rabbit. Do you need me to go?" I shook my head, kinda just waving around me.

"Me? Nah, you can stay however long you want. I just got a little freaked earlier is all. Don't mind me."

He raised a brow and held a hand up to my face. I stiffened as he placed it on my cheek, using his thumb to gently rub around the corner of my eye. He frowned and gently tilted my head. It was so silent, only the sounds of my game on idle in my room playing. He pulled me up and to my room. I realized this and stopped him.

"No no no, do NOT go into my room. It's uh really dirty. It smells so bad. It's best if we stayed out here. You want some beer? I've got your favorite in the fridge."

"Sounds like someone has a dirty little secret." Jeff chuckled and continued his trek to my room. I started crying again, he couldn't find out. If he finds out then I'm totally ruined. He won't ever want to be around me. Not only that but he lives with three others, so if he tells them then I'm double fucked.

"P-please don't go in." I hated how pathetic I sounded but he stopped, turning back to me.

"Convince me. Give me a good enough reason and I won't." I stood there shocked. How dare this man I call my best friend break my boundaries?

"Fuck you, fine, go in! I don't care, don't come crying to me when you find out what's in there." I crossed my arms and walked out the apartment, trembling. Now I'm totally screwed.

A few minutes later he came walking out. No horrified expression, just a bored one. He sat beside me and started playing with his knife. It was silent. Too silent.

"Stop sitting there and say something! God I can't believe I actually tolerate you."

He chuckled and pocketed his knife.

"Is that so? Because from what I saw you more than tolerate me. In fact, you seemingly love me. Not a single detail went unnoticed. I'm a little amazed. How long did it take you to make that shrine? All of those photos are good ones, but I don't remember ever seeing you during those moments.