Playing a game with killers in the closet (BEN & Jeff x Male! Reader)

Was that even worth an attempt? What a fail (male version)

(Y/N)s POV

I yawn as my eyes flutter open. God my body fucking hurts. What time is it? I lightly lifted my head to look around at the room. It looked dark. My phone was laying right next to me. I shakily reached over to grab it and open it up.

11:23pm

Shit... I groaned and sat up. That alone made my body suddenly ache in pain. I pushed through and made my way downstairs. The actual stairs was a problem but once again, I managed.

"(f/n)! Are you there?" I shouted throughout the house. The tv was on in the living room but I got no response. Maybe she fell asleep in front of it. This wouldn't be the first time.

I first went to the kitchen with the assumption that she had fallen asleep and I saw a small meal left out for me with a note.

'By now, I'm probably either sleeping or out doing something. Heat up your food and then go back to sleep. You need your rest. I am gonna enroll you into virtual school so you won't get beat up. Can't stop me so it's happening~"

I look at the note and groaned, crumpling it up and throwing it of to the side. I then grabbed the plate and put it into the microwave. He then set it and let it heat up as I went to turn off the tv. She was t there of course. I wondered where she could be right now.

The microwave sounded and I went over to go eat my meal. It was nice and I was glad to have someone who can cook. Every time it was my turn to provide a meal, I would always buy some sort of fast food.

I hummed a bit as I ate. I was leaning on the counter with my elbows supporting me and my backside out behind me. A cute song stuck in my head, I silently moved to the music that played in my ears.

That was until I heard something. Something like a low buzz...

And then I felt a chill in the room. Was the thermostat broken? I stood up and turned around. It was oddly quiet. I grabbed a pan for defense. Normally you'd think I'd grab the knife but for some reason, I'm not thinking straight.

I walked actually to the living room to see the tv turned on and buzzing out. I sighed and walked over to try and turn it off but it didn't do so. It only got louder. Then the screen cut to black and red words began to appear on the screen.

You've met a terrible f-

I unplugged the tv and the words disappeared to just show a black screen. That's enough of the crap. I roll my eyes and went back to the kitchen to finish my meal. I was peacefully eating too. You don't just interrupt someone while they are eating and having a good time.

I enter the room and looked on the counter at my plate to find it gone. Are you fucking serious? I groaned a bit. Then the loud buzzing sounded again. I thought I unplugged the tv?

I went back to the living room to see the tv plugged.

Don't interru-

Unplugged again.

I stared at the tv, some sort of glare on my face as I looked at it. I didn't want it to come on again. We had a mini stare down that was one sided (I think so at least) but then there was a slight clank in the kitchen.

I went back to the kitchen again to see what it was and I found my plate back were it was but it was empty. O swore there was some food left on there. Oh well. Whoever at it didn't clean up their mess and that was angering me.

There was a voice in the back of my mind saying it was just (f/n) trying to scare you again. She was failing. But that feeling, the sixth sense, is telling me otherwise.