𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 - Jeff the Killer x Fem Reader

ᵀᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍˢ

Toby shoveled the cheesy Alfredo pasta into his mouth by the spoonful, sighing in satisfaction as the noodles touched his tongue. It was a bit unsightly to see him chew his food through his gash, but Y/N chuckled anyway.

"Is that good?" She hummed, placing a plate in front of Jeff.

"Mmm hm!" Toby nodded, his eyes tearing up as he filled his mouth with another bite.

"Jesus Christ, slow down; you're gonna choke on the damn pasta," Jeff said, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Jeff poked at his pasta with a fork as Y/N sat with a plate of her own.

The back door rattled, and a man in all black walked in. The only thing visible was a pale blue mask that had two black eye holes.

Eyeless Jack.

Y/N's eyes widened as he stepped into the room. Oh god, he was tall... and scary. He looked so much more inhuman than in her universe. It almost made me second guess if it was really him.

Toby ducked his head, gulping down the bite he was chewing.

EJ seemed to just scan over everyone in the room before going down the hallway, the slight jingling of keys following his steps.

Once the soft click of the door was heard, Toby let out a breath he was holding, and Y/N took a bite of her food.

Jeff looked between them questioningly.

"What was that all about?" He asked, continuing to poke and prod his noodles.

"Nuffing..." Toby said with a mouthful and furrowed eyebrows.

Y/N shrugged, biting down a smirk.

Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Idiots..." he gritted out.

~

A few hours later, Jeff was standing outside, smoking a cigarette. Toby had gone off to do some "hunting", which Toby informed Y/N that meant he was going to meander in the woods and stalk after EJ.

Y/N was left to clean the house, which made her eye twitch. When Jeff put her up to the job, she wanted to rebut and say she wasn't a housewife, but she wasn't in a place to argue.

Y/N wiped down the counters with a damp rag, watching a layer of grime get cleaned away from the countertops.

"WHY DON'T MEN KNOW HOW TO FUCKING CLEAN?!?" She said, looking at the filth on the rag in horror.

A floorboard creaked behind her, and she whipped her head around to spot Liu.

"I'm sorry?" Liu said, blinking and glancing at his watch.

"Oh, my bad." Y/N rolled her eyes with a smirk as she continued to wipe the counter.

"You're awfully... happy for a hostage," Liu said, furrowing his eyebrows.

She shrugged plainly.

"There's leftovers in the fridge," she said, looking out the kitchen window at the back of Jeff's bald head.

Bro needed a wig.

"Not hungry." Liu replied, walking towards the front of the house.

He paused, turning to look at Y/N.

"Don't go anywhere," he reminded before leaving.

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N muttered, putting the rag next to the sink. She looked back, making sure Liu had left.

She went to the backdoor, opening it and looking at Jeff. He glanced over.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jeff asked, taking a drag of his almost gone cigarette. Y/N shivered at the cold wind that dusted her face, and she stepped out, standing beside him.

"Well, for starters, I would like to go home," she said in a joking tone, leaning against the railing next to him. She wasn't really joking. "Maybe some company?"

"Not gonna happen." Jeff remarked, blowing a cloud of smoke into the frosty air.

Y/N frowned, staring at the thin snow on the ground as she shivered again.

Jeff glanced over before scoffing.

"You're pathetic, really." He grumbled, taking off the thick, brown coat that he was wearing over this hoodie and draping it over Y/N.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she looked at him baffled.

He rolled his eyes, continuing to smoke, and Y/N pulled the coat more over her. It was well worn and had the scent of smoke and wood engrained into it, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Why did you give me this?" She asked, confused.

"I don't feel like asking EJ to amputate your frostbitten fingers. I already owe him enough," Jeff replied, snuffing out his cigarette on the railing.

Y/N looked away, crossing her arms on the railing. She was starting to miss her group more than ever now. This Jeff was too... real.

"Why are you keeping me here...?" She asked quietly, fiddling with the broken zipper of the coat.

Jeff flicked the burnt-out cigarette butt into the snow.

"Why would I want to suffer alone in this godforsaken hellscape?" Jeff asked bitterly, staring off into the woods, which seemed to be a void of darkness at this time of night.

Y/N's gut dropped at his words. She could feel her heart starting to race in her chest between a tie of feelings. Anger. Sadness. Disgust.

And pity.

"I see," she mumbled, toying with a lock of her hair.

Jeff gritted his teeth silently.

"No, you don't," he said coldly. "You don't understand any of this shit."

Y/N stayed silent.

"We're monsters in this world, Y/N. I don't know what lovely little world you're from, but it's not here. It never will be." He said, rubbing his eyes with his scarred palm.

She started to tear up from his words, not from fear, but from sympathy.

"I wish it was," she whispered, blinking tears down her cheeks as she picked at the chipped paint on the railing.

"Why? So you could go make out with a bunch of killers like a freak?" He lashed out, his voice raising.

Y/N shook her head, looking up at him.

"Because you deserve so much better..." Y/N murmured, her voice almost unheard. She reached her hand up, putting her palm on Jeff's cheek while she blinked her tears down her cheeks.

Jeff froze, staring down at her with his bloodshot eyes as he processed her words. He felt an unfamiliar stinging well up behind them with the force of a bulldozer. Before he could stop, tears started to leak down his cheeks.

"Everyone here acts like they hate each other..." She said quietly. "How are you not lonely?"

"I don't need anyone else to take away my loneliness," he shook his head, reaching into the inside pocket of the coat he lent Y/N. He pulled out a metal flask, swishing around the contents. "I just needed a way to talk to it."