My Best Frenemy (Jeff x Jane)

Party Crasher

It was months after the whole Pair Training incident. Jane kept her word about their alliance being temporary and sure enough they were back to bickering and fighting. It was just another day for the pale smile carved faced killer. Doing his daily routine, planning the occasional prank on Jane. He really did just want to make amends with her but she was persistent on never forgiving him. The killer sighed, the only way he can even hang out with her was either forced by the others or her trying to kill him, if youcould even call that hanging out. Finishing everything his morning routine acquired he was about to exit his door only to stop mid way. Noticing an envelope taped to his door, with a ballon symbol on it. It was Slendy's idea to announce Creepypasta surprise burthday parties by taping letters to the other member's room. Now that he thought about it, he didn't remember if anyone had a birthday party today. Then again, he didn't really care, he would just ask BEN about it later.
Continuing his day, starting it off by pranking Jane. He smirked to himself as he set a trap, his traps were simple. How Jane gets caught by them every time was beyond him. A trip wire that would tilt a bucket filled with blood. Thruth be told, he didn't hate her anymore. He didn't know why either, it just stopped ever since Slendy made them train together, more specifically after the party. Why he was still doing this, he didn't know either. Maybe it was just for entertainment, no one else could clash knives with him like Jane. And provoking her was a way to make her fight him, though she tries to set up traps for him to fall into as well, but her intentions were more murderous than his. Finishing up he waited for his prank to commence, the waiting never really took long since he already memorized the girls timely morning routine. She would somehow always go out at the same time she would always do, and since she was across from him, he couldn't avoid knowing. The girl opened her door with a surprisingly bright smile on her face only to replaced by anger due to her setting the trap off and pouring the metallic liquid onto her. "First gore pies, then blood filled water ballons, a gun that sprayed blood and now a bucket of blood?" She stated as she stuck out her fingers counting the different scenarious of blood related pranks made by the grinning prankster. "Are you running out of ideas or just can't get over your weird blood fetish." She crossed her arms at him disappointed "Probably the second one." The white hooded killer said casually and shrugged "Are you gonna chase me now?" He teased mocking her. "No." She simply stated walking up to him caressing the scars on his cheeks. The killer was shocked with her actions, not really knowing why she wasn't angry or what she was planning to do. The man was frozen in place, indirectly letting her do whatever she was doing. "Those scars look like they hurt." She commented observing them "Not really." He mumbled looking into her black eyes almost like he was transfixed. "Oh? I wonder what happens when I slap them." This brought him back to reality. Only a second too late from dodging her swift hand coming contact with his face. It stinged, though he seemed to have something hurt more painfully than his face, what that something was he'd rather not know. "I guess I have my answer." She stated almost sweetly, proud of what she has done. Seeing the killer just look into space. That confused her, looking into his eyes they seemed to be all blue, a color she had never seen from his eyes, only the occasional mix of bluish gray. She shook the thought away and went back into her room to shower once more. Coming out of her room in fresh new clothes only to be surprised that the killer never left his spot, still looking into empty space, his eyes were still blue, they looked confused, distant and longing. She waved a hand to his non blinking eyes, she didn't receive any response from that. Sighing, she decided to just leave him there and eat breakfast. All of the members were already sitting and eating except for Jeff of course, probably still in his weird state. The others noticed his absence and asked if she had seen him, her room being across from his made seeing him more of a probability than the others. She explained the pranking and what she had done to get back at him and the effects which were the reason why he was still not there. After breakfast Jane decided to go on a killing spree, why though she didn't know. Feeling as if she needed to be out of the mansion for a while. But it felt to her like it was more than that, like she was trying to avoid something or more like someone. Was she worried? Maybe a little bit. Normally her reaction to the prank would have been what the killer was expecting, for her to chase him or lash out and go back to her morning routine. Yet somehow, she didn't feel like today was ordinary, as if she didn't want him to prank her. Sure, she didn't want him to in the first place but she didn't mind much either. It feels like the reason for her slapping him was different, it wasn't just because he pranked her. As if he forgot something that she didn't know about, more than anything else she felt disappointed. For what, she didn't know. She felt tears started flowing from her eyes. Confused, she stopped running and proceeded to let her tears flow.