Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 1: Just Another Thursday

My eyes shot open to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. Groaning, I hit snooze, thinking I'd have at least another five minutes to sleep.

Meow. My cat leaped on top of me, pawing at my face.

"Why?" I mumbled into my pillow.

Meow.

"Okay, fine, I'll feed you in a minute. Just, gimme a bit to get dressed." I begrudgingly sit up and stretch.

Meow.

"Ughhh."

Meow.

I ignored Mittens for a minute and got up to put on a pair of black ripped jeans, my (F/C) bomber jacket, a black T-Shirt, and my combat boots: my signature clothes.

Going into the bathroom, I do my daily routine of brushing my hair and washing my face.

I walked down to the kitchen. Mittens followed while incessantly meowing and butting her head against my legs.

"(Y/N), you up?" Mom called from her bedroom.

"I am!"

"Okay, just checking. You've been doing well this week!"

"Mhm!" I hummed, stuffing my breakfast in my mouth while pouring Mittens's food into her bowl. Noticing the bus now at my house, I called, "Bye Mom! See you later!" And before she could reply, I ran out.

"Hey, bestie!" Katie greeted me as I sat down in my seat.

"Hey!" We gave each other pecks on the cheek.

"So, did anything happen last night? You weren't answering my calls."

"Oh, sorry, I was doing homework and wasn't allowed on my phone."

"Ah, okay. It's fine, I was just worried."

"Oops... Did Collin say yes, by the way?"

"No..." She sighed.

"Oh, damn. What'd he say?"

"He said, and I quote, 'Ew, no! You're like my sister!'"

"RIP. Get sister-zoned."

"Shut up!" She playfully smacked me. I lightly smacked back, of course. "Hmph." The bus pulled up to the school and everyone started getting off.

"Well, guess I'll see you in third."

"Yep. See ya!"

"Bye!" I went to my locker. When I tried to remember the code, my mind pulled a blank.

5560? No. 5660? No. 6669? Yes!

Duh. 6669, the epically cursed number. How the hell could I forget that?

Then, The bell rang, signaling I was late.

"Ah, shit."

"What was that?" A teacher passing by asked, a hint of snide in her voice.

"Uh... Shoot?"

"Mmhm, thought so."

Whew, that was close.

I rushed into my Algebra 2 class.

"Why are you late again?"

"So sorry, Ms. Barton—I forgot my locker code. In my defense, I've been extremely stressed lately with exams."

"It's fine. Take a seat." She motioned, frustrated with me for being late for the fourth time this week.

"Yes, ma'am."