𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 - Jeff the Killer x Fem Reader

Ｔｈｅ Ｂｉｇ Ｍａｎ

Jeff pushed open the door to his room, revealing a pigsty of dirty laundry, trash, and other things that Y/N wasn't quite sure of. Among the mounds of garbage was a boy with blond hair and black eyes. His pupils were blood red, and he wore casual green clothes. 

"Well, well, well, who is the girly girl you've brought this time?" The blonde said. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and his hands were busy with a PlayStation remote. 

Jeff frowned, but was cut off by Y/N talking. 

"Hi Ben." Y/N said, smiling as she looked at him. 

Ben's cocky smile fell, and he raised an eyebrow. 

"How do you know my name??" He asked, pausing his game. 

Jeff crossed his arms, and Y/N shrugged.

"She's a fangirl." Jeff said, as if that word were a bitter taste on his tongue. 

Y/N scoffed and nudged him with her elbow, which was a risky move, considering she was in a house of maniacs. 

"I am not." Y/N retorted. 

"You dress like one," Jeff said, gesturing to her outfit. 

Y/N nudged him again, harder this time, and Jeff rubbed his arm. 

Ben stared at them blankly, still holding his game remote. 

"So... Anyway... Why is she here?" He asked, turning back to his game awkwardly. 

Jeff shrugged. 

"I just wanted to." Y/N responded as she glanced around the emo decor. 

Ben raised an eyebrow before looking at Jeff in a questioning manner. 

"That's not sus at all..." Ben said, pausing the name to study Y/N. "I bet Slendy is gonna whoop your ass for bringing a nonpasta here." He added. 

Jeff huffed. 

"No, he won't..." Jeff said, glancing over to Y/N before tugging her away from his things by her arm. "Whatever, I need to give her a tour of the rest of the house." 

Y/N's eyes opened widely, but she let herself be tugged out of the room. She gave Ben a half-wave before stumbling after Jeff. 

"Where are we going now?" She asked, smiling as she looked around at the mansion. It was exactly how she pictured it. 

"Just around the place, all while trying to avoid other killers. It's bad enough two people know you're here." Jeff said, opening a creaky wooden door to an old, Victorian bathroom. 

It was small compared to the mansion, but it had a toilet, shower, and sink. 

"Wow, I thought we already saw your room." Y/N joked, looking around at the dust and cobwebs. 

"Ha-ha, you should be a comedian..." Jeff frowned, leaning against the doorway and looking down the halls. 

Y/N chuckled, glancing around one last time, but just before she was about to step out, she saw something. 

It was the outline of a small rectangle, just under the standalone sink. The wallpaper barely hid the rectangular shape. Y/N bent down, tracing the outline of the out-of-place shape. 

"What's this?" Y/N asked, looking up at Jeff. 

Jeff looked over, tilting his head to see a bit better. 

"Uh.... I don't know, I've never really noticed it before." He said, walking over to squat next to Y/N. He tucked a piece of his black hair out of his face. "It's probably just a crawlspace."