The•Angel [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

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[Your POV]

I sighed, as Jeff ate his sandwich.

"What? You want one? Get up an go make one, little miss "I'm gonna flick the most powerful person in the house and see what happens!"

I pouted.

"Listen. I was curious!"

He glared.

"And what if he would've seen you?!?"

He shot back at me, taking a rather vigorous bite out of his sandwich.

"Then I would've flown away!"

I yelled back.

"And what about your chains? Or have you not learned yet?"

I pouted as he smirked.

"Baka."

I flew to the least bloody corner of the room, and sat sulking in the corner.

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"GOD'S SAKE STOP POUTING LIKE THAT! IT'S ANNOYING!"

"... D:"

I responded.

">:| ..."

I giggled.

">:3"

I felt myself smile.

":0"

I giggled again.

"Okay I'm done speaking in text faces it's freakin' hard."

I pouted.

"Lame."

He went back to eating his sandwich, and once he finished it, spoke up.

"I never asked your name. Not that I really care."

I smiled.

"Y/N, aka the girl you murdered after she tried to heal your wounds!"

He deadpanned.

"Low blow, man. Low blow."

I smirked.

"Having to sit next to you all the time is a low blow."

His eyes stared in shock.

"Didn't know you had the ability to sass."

I gasped.

"Oh God I'm sosososo sorry!!"

He burst out evilly cackling.

"Seriously?! You insult me and apologize? You're supposed to sass back, Y/N! Sass back!"

From the room across the hall, I heard someone yell.

"I AIN'T NO SASSIN'BACK GURL! I AIN'T NO SASSIN'BACK GURL!"

To the tune of Hollaback Girl.

"SHUT UP, BEN!"

Well... Jeff clearly didn't like whoever this "Ben" person is.

"That was kinda rude, ya know.."

Jeff deadpanned again.

"That's the point, dumba-"

I glared.

"You owe me a dollar. Swear jar has begun."

He glanced over at me.

"And where am I gonna get money?"

I shrugged.

[Jeff's POV]

I had no way of getting money unless I felt like stealing it, which she said didn't count.

"Fine. Pay me back another way then."

I looked her up and down.

"You could use a change of clothes."

She looked down at herself.

"I could. Leggo!"

She said, flying into the air. And so, we ran.. And flew, really, to a clothing store.

"So... I'm stealing anyways, right?"

She smiled.

"Yeah! But I'll just find money and then put it into the register later so it won't matter!"

I shrugged. She hovered around through the store, until she found a pair of (Favorite shoes/boots). She went to pick them up, and her hand phased through them, yet a more transparent version of them stayed in her hands.

"Woah. Ghost shoes/boots!"

I felt myself chuckle.

"The look on your face looks so dumb, y'know. Really stupid."

She glared at me, before throwing off her old shoes and putting on the shoes/boots.

"These are sweet!"

She giggled, and I failed to pay attention. What's up with girls and shopping? I slowly followed Y/N, having little interest in her shopping. Eventually, she had picked up a few things and went to the changing room. She flew back out, phasing through the door.

"T-there was s-someone i-in t-there..."

I realized how red-faced she was, and burst out laughing. She flew into another stall. I presume this one was empty. As she changed, a customer service person came over and asked if they could help.

"Do you need help, sir? This is a women's store."

I shook my head.

"No, no. I'm just picking up a few things for my.. Er... Uh... Girlfriend."

Apparently I was pretty convincing as the worker nodded and went back to their work. Then, Y/N came out of the stall, and flaunted her new clothes. She flew in circles, admiring her outfit which I will admit- super odd thought for a murderer- she looked kinda cute with her innocent smile plastered on her face. Her outfit didn't make her look worse, either.

[Chapter End]