⚠️⚠️Warning!! Slight Profanity!! reader Discretion Is Advised!! ⚠️⚠️
"It's so ducking hot!" The chared male yelled enraged, glaring at the broken air conditioning unit. "To heel with it!" He yelled as he began to bash the machine inward. The living space (living room) was messy, seeing as a bunch of the creeps had been over recently. Chip crumbs and French fries strewn across the floor like confetti from Ben's little disaster last night... Lets just say, drinks and computerized elfs don't mix. You picked up a empty pop can and chucked it at the crazed monkey. "You destroy it I have to replace it!" He slowly turned around and glared at you, you froze, knowing he would gladly kill you. After six months of knowing the murderers, by now you should've been dead. Though they kept you alive for a place in case they needed to lay low. You knew that if you snitched they would gladly sever your head from your body; and you would rather keep your head on for now. Breaking you out of your thoughts, "WHY WON'T THIS GOSH DANG THING WORK!?" The male yelled enraged, his focus now back to the malfunctioning unit. "Aye! Charcoal! Stop beating it or it won't work at all!" You screeched, fearing that the scared male would completely destroy the poor unit. You had traded in your normal clothes for a (short sleeve shirt/tank top) and (Color/Type) shorts. "I'm gonna go to the store and get some fans." Without waiting for a response you walked out of your apartment building and started your trek to (Local Superstore).
:: ṭıṃє ṡҡıƿ ɞяȏȗɢһṭ ṭȏ ʏȏȗ ɞʏ ċһѧяʟєṡ ʟєє ::
You knocked on the door hoping the crazed male might still be inside. You sighed getting no response, knowing you would have to put the two large fans you were carrying down. You tilted your body to try to keep balance; but today was just not your time to prevail against the force of gravity, you sadly dropped the fans. Sighing you just got your keys and opened the door and proceeded to drag the two large fans in. There in the floor sat Jeff laughing like the mad man he is. You were beyond peeved. But knowing you should let your anger go before you become enraged, you mearly sigh before closing and locking the door. All of a sudden he stopped laughing, noticing he wasn't bringing you any displeasure. He grumbles, and mumbled to himself. You proceed to unbox the fans and plug them in directing the air flow towards yourself. The male grumbled before taking off his sweatshirt and throwing it at you. "Give me a fan," he said as a statement rather than a question. You refused to do so, though when he tried to take a fan you slapped his hand, to which he mearly glared at you for. He sighed and proceeded to sit next to you where you had set the sweatshirt he had previously thrown at you. You grumbled since he was blocking the air flow from one of the fans. You pushed him and groaned signifying you wanted him to move. He fell back and just stayed there sprawled out. "Are you dead?" You asked him, fearing you would have to get rid of the body. "No." "That's Nice." You leaned back and fell asleep. When you awoke you were in the serial killer's arms. He pulled you slightly closer, but before going back to sleep he whispered in your ear, "I hate you," to which you responded, "I hate you too."
ą/ŋ ʂơ 599 ῳơཞɖʂ, ɱơʂɬ ı ɬɧıŋƙ ı'۷ɛ ɛ۷ɛཞ ɖơŋɛ. ცɛ ℘ཞơųɖ ơʄ ɱɛ ('；ω；｀)
ąŋყ ῳɧơ ɬɧąŋƙ ყơų ʄơཞ ཞɛąɖıŋɠ ąŋɖ ɧą۷ɛ ą ʄąŋɬąʂɬıƈ ɖąყ ơཞ ŋıɠɧɬ ơཞ ῳɧąɬɛ۷ɛཞ ɬɧɛ ɖųƈƙıŋɠ ɬıɱɛ ıɬ ıʂ ʄơཞ ყơų.
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FanfictionWhat the title says. I remembered to put a title right??? This one won't be updated nearly ever but that is because I am putting more thought in this story then most others.
