Night Light °a jeff the killer x male reader story

Your Face. °prt 16(mini😞)

I wake up to jeff next to me as he did when i somehow drifted off, i feel him look away when my eyes open and i sit up. He leaned against the wall with his hood up, breathe labored as always. "you sleep good?" i ask and he nodded slowly. He seemed a bit nervous, yeah even more nervous then usual. He climbed over me and went to the bathroom and i took out my phone and opened sams chat.

"hey"
I sent and then swipped out and opened YouTube, opening a commentary video then getting interrupted by a notification.
"hi!!" i was almost upset to have to face the consequences of interacting with him, i mean i had a crush of the guy a few fucking days ago. Or like a week and 4 days. Now hes really annoying, atleast over text. "morning, how'd ya sleep?." i sent and opened youtube again, the video playing again. Jeff came out and climbed back into bed, i watch my video as he peers over to watch with me, his breathing making it hard to hear. But what i found odd was how much he kept moving closer, until i brought the screen closer he still had to rest his jaw on my shoulder to see the screen. "dude can you not see the screen?" i ask and he huffed. "i cant.... See far" he said and i raised an eyebrow, well that's new information. "why?" i ask and he played with his hoodie strings. "ay.." he said stuttering, making me believe he didnt mean that word. "my?" i ask. "eyes are...Da-.a.." he thought for a moment "hurt" he said, maybe the word was too hard for him to say so he just used the closest synonym. "how'd they get damaged?" i say, he probably wanted to say damaged. "ahhhy eyelids."he said, his head shaking with his words. "oh...uhm..." i didnt know how his eyelids could be damaging to his eyes but i left it alone, i didnt want to agitate him. I put my phone down.

"do you know what i look like?" i ask, he'd never gotten close enough by my perspective. I cant see his face so maybe he came closer when i slept. "nno.." now that he spoke more regularly, his speech i notice is a tad slurred...like he rethinked mid word. "oh... How do you know what people look like? Do you get like... Really close?" i mutter and his cold fingers traced my cheekbones then closed my one eyelid and then the other with his other thumb, i held his wrists. My heart beating fast, what if he was trying to crush my eyes because he got mad at my question? His hands are fucking grippy. I felt his moist breath on my skin, making it somewhat sticky as probably looked at my face. Oh! He was closing my eyes so i dont see his face.... Well that somewhat closure. I still dont like it at all. I felt him draw back into his sitting position with his coughing. I open my eyes and i look around, my vision still weird from the pressure.

(srry for another mini, i was struggling but i didnt wanna starve anyone.... I guess this jeff info will make up tho, im really struggling with this story when i has the rest planned out for when he shows his face and how he shows his face😔😔😔😔😔😔yippeee! All future requests will probably be used because im very desperate. Plz.)