I'm Not Ready (BenXJeff)

3

Jeff scoffed watching Ben head up stairs.
"Hey Mask, did you guys get any GOOD food? Or is it more of that healthy shit?"

He could didn't get a reply, prompting him to get up and go to the kitchen himself.

"Eeey Tim, I asked a question."

Masky ignored him, putting away the last of the frozen goods.

Jeff rolled his eyes and walked past the other man, to fling open the cabinet doors and look for himself.

Masky liked to buy foods that promoted good health. He felt that kind of thing was important for their jobs, so he rarely considered sweets or non-essential goodies.

Today was no different. Jeff was annoyed.
"You're so boring."

Masky finally replied.
"You could have went shopping yourself. I'm not the only one who's been paid after all."

Jeff smirked.
"Maybe I will. And when I come back with loads of chocolate bars and ice creams, you won't be allowed to touch aaaany of them"

Masky shrugged.
"I don't like chocolate. So be my guest."

Jeff huffed.
"God you're lame."

He walked back past him, and headed to the front door.

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Jeff wasn't very human passing. Not anymore.
His eyes were startlingly big, and the bottom half of his face was disfigured in such a way, people couldn't help but notice.

He could normally slip past by tossing on a mask and throwing up his hood. If what hair he did have fell in his face enough, most people don't bother doing a double take.
It was still annoying though, and often a reason for him to not leave the house for domestic duties.

But alas.
If he had to go another 2 weeks without any junk food, he'd probably turn his knife in on himself.

The walk out out the woods, and to the store took hours longer then he expected. He's not the best with time.

By the time he got there, it was closed. Adding to the growing aggravation.

"God fucking damn it.." He growled.

He sat outside the shop, giving his legs a rest.

A heavy sigh, and a pull at his hood to get it off his head.

He didn't much feel like trying to locate a different store.
He also didn't feel much like going home empty handed.
Masky was a dick, he'd probably make some snarky comment about it.
Something like "Would have been faster if you had a car. Right? Too bad the only one here is mine. Hm?"

But, unfortunately that ment he had to decide what he wanted to do now.

He could probably find some drunken teens somewhere. At the least, he could kill them and get some alcohol. Maybe some money or a cool Keychain?

Ah, but that'd be as much work as finding a new store. And Google maps doesn't exactly track stupid teenagers.

He took out his phone and looked for places close by, ones that'd be 10 minutes away at the most.

Lots of the stores were useless. A shoe shop, a few restaurants, a thrift store..

Though, there was a Game Stop.

He could swing in there and get Ben something. It wouldn't be food, but it'd be something.

It'd make Ben happy at least.

Decided. That'd be the plan.

If Masky said anything, he can play the 'I decided my best friend was more important' card.

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Author's Note:
Hi hi!
I know it's been a stupid long time. And I'm sorry for that, but also I can't promise the next update won't also take awhile.
Life's kinda just hard right now. I'm dealing with alot and trying to motivate myself enough to write in-between all of it is just- not working. But I don't wanna call this story dead. I do still intend on updating it. I just can't promise they'd be fast in anyway.

Also sorry this part is short. Again, getting myself to write how I want to is just really hard in my current environment ;;

As a special treat, to make up for the wait. Here's a drawing of Jeff and Ben using my personal headcanons, they aren't applied to this story since I started writing it before I actually had decided on my personal favorite way of depicting these characters. But I figured they'd still be fun to share.

And here's some BenJeff art for your troubles. (Also drawn before the headcanons above. Lol)