Unedited ^^ Apologies if there's any mistakes made.
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A strong smell of eggs and seasoning filled the house, leaving Donny satisfied with his cooked meal. He hummed a song as he flipped the pan onto a plate, setting it up on the dining table and grabbing some utensils.
Jeff has been staying at his house for 4 days now. He had thought that a lot would happen by now but to his surprise, it was just boring. He's seen the man only once or twice since their little conversation in the laundry room, after that the killer just went on to do his own business, never getting in Donny's way. He wondered how vulnerable the killer must feel. Donny could call the cops at any given moment and Jeff wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Is it maybe because the killer trusts him? He laughed at the thought and mumbled to himself, "No way in hell.."
Every single thought in his mind went away as he sat down and shoved a spoonful of eggs in his mouth. Donny sometimes forgot how good of a cook he was.
His glorious meal was interrupted by the sound of glass being stepped on. What the hell?
He looked at the window Jeff previously broke and passed out in front of a few days ago, seeing the same man jumping through it onto the kitchen floor.
"What the— You know I have a fucking door?" Donny cursed at the male, infuriated by how stupid he can be sometimes.
Every time he sees Jeff something goes wrong, The first time they passed each other after the laundry incident, Jeff held up a knife against his throat, a classic of his, and warned him not to go anywhere near him. Funny how it's not even his house and he's already commanding Donny as if it were his own. The second time they crossed paths, which was just last night, was when Jeff was rummaging through the fridge, quite literally throwing anything he didn't like in the other direction. Donny scolded him for that but the raven-haired male didn't seem to care and just went on about his day.
He wondered what would go wrong this time.
He saw a knife drop onto the white marble tiles, and then fear struck. Was that even more blood on the knife? He didn't even bother thinking of whose blood it was, but rather if he would be dragged into whatever Jeff was doing in his free time. The red paste slipped onto the marble floor, leaving an icky stain for Donny to clean up later. Does he really have zero awareness of his surroundings?
Jeff clumsily picked the knife back up and stumbled his way across the kitchen, trying his best to avoid eye contact with the brunette. Is he... injured? It didn't seem to be his shoulder from the way that he was walking, it looked like something was dripping from below his black sweats onto his right foot. Don't tell me this idiot got himself hurt again... Donny thought to himself, cursing at the stupidity of the man. He figured a serial killer like him would get the job done quick and easy, without any injuries. He thought wrong.
"God damnit dude, let me check that out," His eyes pointed at his leg, Jeff let out a huff of pain and threatened,
"Don't even fucking think about it."
"Alright, I'll just have fun watching you walk up those stairs then," Donny said in amusement as he took a seat at the dinner table, taking a quick look at his now probably cold eggs. He frowned for a moment but brought back his attention to the now barely walking killer. He gripped his hand at any surface he could, looking for more balance. If he didn't notice the injury beforehand he would have thought the man was drunk.
Jeff approached the stairs, cursing at the fact that there were no railings, just a wall to lean across on. He desperately tried to make his way up, trying his best not to look any more pathetic. His shoes squeaked as he reached the third step, falling to his demise. His head was filled with curses and he could do nothing but think about how dumb he probably looks right now. He came here for shelter, not to play doctor with the owner. He realized that he had forgotten the name of the boy but immediately regretted even thinking of that, why should he care in the first place? He'll be out of this place sooner or later. He just needed a place to hide at for the moment.
