Dying to Fall in Love (Jeff X Reader)

Beginnings of a New Friendship

The Following Day:

Reader's POV:

Everytime I moved my shoulder would flare up with the lingering pain. I winced a few times during the day but after a few hours it weakened to a dull throb, that I was thankful for. SlenderMan basically forbid me from seeing Jeff, hell even going near the room was a punishable offense. For now I sat and watched Masky make Jeff his dinner, I was worried about him. It was my fault for him being in that room in the first place! If I hadn't done that drawing then maybe... maybe he'd still be walking around and glaring at me. I zoned out as I remembered that crazed look in his eyes, his pupils dilated and practically itching to kill me. I shook my head at the memory and just now noticed Masky was trying to talk to me.

"Huh? I-I'm sorry what?" I asked him.

"I asked if you'd like to accompany me to his room."

"But I thou-"

"What SlenderMan doesn't know won't kill him- besides maybe he's calmed down."

I reluctantly nodded and got up to follow him to the paddded room. I was nervous, who wouldn't be! This dude not only declared my death but he actually tried to do it on many occasions. Again shaking myself from my thoughts, masky motioned for me to open the door for him. I did as I was told.

"Jeff? We brought your food."

We locked eyes and I almost stopped right there and turned around but with Masky telling me to come in, I slowly walked into the light. As I did so I took in his appearance. His already unruly bangs covering most of his eyes and most of his hair sticking up in places it really shouldn't be. When he turned away from my eyes the audible tick of his tongue was heard and he turned away. Well he sure is feeling better now isn't he? I sighed and took his dinner from Masky, earning a small disapproval from him.

"Miss (Y/n) you really shouldn-"

"I'll be fine, besides he can't hurt me when he like this." I thought for a minute, "Masky can you leave me alone with him, just 30 minutes."

There was a long uncomfortable silence but my question was answered when he slowly walked out the door and closed it, the lock clicking in place. I sat directly in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Look at me." I tried to keep my voice stern but I couldn't help the small fear of him inside of me. After a few minutes he still wasn't talking to me, so I reached forward and moved his bangs outta his eyes.

"Please talk to me Jeff." I was met with an immediate glare and it almost made me shy away- almost. I wasn't backing down from this screw him! I pushed his hair back outta his eyes and sat back down, now that I had his attention maybe he'd stop being a stubborn asshole. When more silence passed I gave up and started to give his food to him, since his hands were bound I scooted closer to feed him. He didn't really fight me, and he didn't really take long to eat it all. I took another glance at his eyes and noticed how conflicted they looked, a felt a pang at my chest knowing I did that to him.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled.

No response but then again I wasn't looking for one, I smiled sadly at him and continued.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen ya' know? I was hurt by something you did and I knew- I knew you didn't care how I felt. But I wanted you too." I paused for a bit to glance at him and his eyes were boring into my skull so I took a deep breath and resumed.

"So I gave you a heart. You...basically going crazy wasn't supposed to happen." I brought my hand to my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "Nothing like this was supposed to happen. I just thought that maybe- with a heart- we could be friends?" I looked at him in that moment and his eyes widened, he wanted to say something back but turned his head instead. At least I got to say what I wanted but as I opened my mouth again the doorframe got ripped open by sharpened black tendrils and my face went white. My mouth went dry and I watched as he seemed to stare at the door held in his tendril.

"Oh curse these blessed things. (Y/n) I didn't mean to startle you, in fact I'm not mad at you at all for disobeying me. I've came up with a plan, and whether you like it or not you're going to follow it."

I stared and him and tried to regain my breath, failing, I nodded at him to continue.

"Training, with your book starts tomorrow bright and early. Then after that from this day on you are in charge of bringing and feeding Jeff his meals. If I feel you are slacking off or ignoring your duties then you'll be severely punished." He finished and I nodded again, why must he be so intimidating yet not at the same time? As he was trying to fix the door I gathered up the tray of food and left silently out the door. Everyday something big always has to happen it seems.

-o-

Granted it was a pain in the ass the first week or so, but I eventually got the hang of both my training and getting Jeff his meals. Even Slender said he was making good progress and might be released sometime soon. Meanwhile I was making great progress on my so-called powers! Slenderman helped me to actually be conscious when drawing and now I can pinpoint what others need and draw stubble things here and there instead of big changes. I was actually happy, he even let Serena sit in on my training session and help me cook. While she didn't play a big role Slenderman wants her to help around the house and clean a bit here and there. She doesn't mind and I help her when I'm not busy. However, progress with Jeff isn't going so well. He still refuses to talk to me so I usually try and fill the silence with the things I do that day or something that happened. Especially with BEN, that dude is nuts. As I walked to give Jeff his afternoon meal I knocked and then opened the door to see him laying on the floor attempting to get up. I giggled at him and set his food down, "Here let me help you." I said while reaching for him, he glared at me yet again but I propped him up on the wall and went to get his food.

"Thanks." I heard a small mumble. I almost dropped the tray of food but I just turned around and looked at him in shock.

"You talked to me! You finally talked!" I beamed while I sat next to him this time.

"Fuck off, you're way to happy about it, makes me wanna just shut up again." He grumbled.

"Don't do that! Now we can actually have a proper conversation without the yelling, killing, being a jackass..." I mumbled the last part but he glared at me anyways. I stuck my tongue out and began to feed him, the now comfortable silence filling the room like many times before. As I began telling him about my day he'd put in his input now, mostly sarcastic comments but I'd retort with my own. It was a nice break from the usual yelling he did- or the threatening.

"What made you start talking now huh?" I asked him, after giving him a sip of his drink.

"This whole 'heart' thing made me think being friends wasn't so bad. Sappy as shit, but thought I'd give it a shot." He rolled his eyes at the end, mostly cause he caught me beaming at him and grew annoyed with my happy attitude. I ended up staying in there more that supposed to and didn't even notice the black shadow lingering outside the door, listening to us.