Jeff the killer x male!reader

CH. 29

He left your room, practically slamming your door. As the footsteps got further you heard the creak of the attic hatch opening. "Are you okay?" He said, sticking his head down to look at you.

"Yeah, It's just my best friend's bitchy dad. He wants me to feed (Y/S)" You roll your eyes and walk to the door, opening it and leaving the room.

The car was already leaving the driveway so you weren't worried about Jeff getting caught. You walked to your sibling's room, pulling the powdered milk bottle from the cupboard next to the changing table.

As you turned around you weren't expecting to see Jeff directly behind you, slightly looming over your figure and observing what you were doing. "Jesus fuck! Stop that asshole" Your instinct was triggered and you brutally hit him across the chest with the powdered milk bottle.

He didn't seem to even have a big reaction, only slightly bending at the impact of the hit and grunting. "You hit like a bitch." He grins as you let out a sigh of relief as the adrenaline finally stops.

"Fuck you too." You walk out, heading to the kitchen. As you were preparing the milk you heard (Y/S) start to bawl their eyes out. "Oh my god." You sighed out with frustration but decided to quickly finish with the milk.

It was finally done and you quickly made your way upstairs, only now realizing the crying died down to soft giggles. You peeked through the nursery door finding Jeff knelt by the crib and playing with (Y/S).

The sight made you giddy. "I didn't expect you to be so soft with kids" You walked up to the crib and took them out to start feeding the milk to (y/s).

"I just have a little girl I babysit every once in a while when I can. " He sighs, sitting back and leaning his head on the crib's wooden bars. "Oh, cool, what's her name?" You ask, looking up from your baby sibling to glance at him.

"Sally, her name's Sally."

"Sally? She sounds nice." You nodded, taking notice that your sibling already feel asleep after their meal.

You got up, Jeff following soon after. "Listen, I have a shift now, (y/s) is gonna sleep for a while and the others should be back soon now so just go hide and be careful 'kay? I'll be back at 2pm."

He paused before giving a nod and walking off to your room. You quickly follow after, grabbing your uniform and hopping into the bathroom to change. Sighing as you exit you slightly scratch your neck, the outfit wasn't bad but the bandages were starting to itch more and more as your injury healed.

"Don't scratch, it's gonna flare it up." You heard Jeff say, he was scrolling through your bookshelf that, ironically, held barely any books and instead was decorated with small figures of your favorite characters from shows you've watched and obsessed over before.

"Its not as easy as that.." You sigh, throwing your PJ's onto your bed. "You're talking to someone that had bandages all over his body for over 3 months." He chuckled, taking a book from the shelf and briefly flipping through it.

"I have no idea how you did it magic man, but i will find out." You dramatically say, walking out of the room. "Remember, be good!" Your voice faded off down the hallway as you left the house and made your way to your job.

"Oh Troyyy!" You sang as you finally reached the shop, opening it with excitement to be back. "Y/N! Oh my god hey man!" Troy greeted back, giving you a fist bump. "Remember when I said i'll bring some food from my country for you to try? Well mama's got it right here!" You excitedly shove the plastic container filled with food into his hands as his eyes lit up in amazement.

"It looks so good! Did you make this?" The two of you continued to chat as you clocked into work with your ID pass and went into the back to restock some emptier shelves.

Minutes turned into hours and it was almost the end of Troy's shift, he was wrapping up with the last few customers that were at the register before closing off for the day. "Man I wish our shifts could be equally long, we could go to the downtown food bar for lunch" He sighed dreamily as he opened the food container you had given him.