The•Angel [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

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So my friend, i_is_Emma is getting to read the story before any publishing happens and  she's ready to murder the one who slapped Toby. So I'm writing this chapter special for her. Anyone else mad at Toby getting slapped may feel better by the end of this chapter~

[Your POV]

Jeff had gone back to sleep, and I was curious of just how far I could go from his body. I of course, could leave the room, and made it down to the kitchen. There was a smol child with brown hair and goggles poking a guy with a mask, also brown hair, and a pale orange, basically light brown jacket. The masked one seemed to become more and more aggressive by the second, and there was basically an aura of fire surrounding him. He was about to sna-

I should've said he was about to slap. He was about to slap. I felt anger bubble up inside me as smol one uttered out a tiny-

"S-sorry M-Masky..."

"Masky" turned away, and I glared. I flew in front of his face, pulled up his mask and backhanded that mofo. He fell back, and smol child giggled. He looked over at me, and his eyes widened.

"Y-you're not santa..."

I giggled.

"Nope. Now shh! I should be going before Jeff wakes up! Don't say you saw me, okay? It's our little secret!"

I flew away just as Masky began to wake from the daze of getting slapped by meh. Nobody gon bully my stutter child.

Back in Jeff's room, he was just waking up, which I enjoyed watching.

"Ughhhh..."

He groaned.

"UGHHHH!"

He groaned. Again.

"UG-"

I interrupted this time.

"MY GOD JUST GET UP!"

He sat up and stared at me.

"Boi. You just sassed again."

I blushed, but attempted to sta- hover my ground.

"Yeah? So what?"

He began to cackle.

"I-I'm not taking you seriously when you pout like that. No way!"

I glared.

"I'm not pouting!"

He smirked.

"You look like a hamster when you pout."

I blushed, still glaring.

"No! I DON'T LOOK LIKE A FLUFFY RODENT BALL OF FUR THAT I WOULD TOTALLY PET IF I GOT THE CHANCE! BUT STILL! Not! Pouting!"

Jeff continued nonchalantly smirking.

"Yes, you are."

I gave in.

"I hope you know you just argued with a ghost and there's someone outside your door~"

There was a knock at the door.

"Oh shi-"

I glared.

"SWEAR JAR!"

He answered the door, and on the other side was a literal girl replica of Jeff. He slammed the door shut again.

"Nope."

He walked to the other side of the room, set his foot on the window and prepared to jump out.

"C'mon. We're leaving."

He jumped out, causing me to squeak slightly and quickly chase after him, who had landed on his feet.

"Are you a cat?"

I said, and giggled at the thought of him with ears and a tail.

"Nya, mothertruckers!"

He yelled, and I laughed, flying at his side.

[Chapter End]