Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Morning

<(Y/N)'s POV>

I woke up next to Jeff; he was on my right. I wasn't sure if he was awake or asleep, but his eyes weren't moving and just seemed, well, dead.

I moved just a little, and heard, "Morning."

"Oh, did I wake you?"

"Yeah. Don't do it anymore," he growled. His morning voice was so sensual and rough...

Damn, (Y/N), it's too early for daydreams.

"Sorry," I said, my voice groggy as well.

"It's fine, just don't do it again."

"Okay."

Jeff stood up, and I saw his boxers. They were black and kinda tight around him. I saw a bulge-

(Y/N)! STOP FANTASIZING!

His abs were also all out there. I just wanted to touch them.

(Y/N), if you don't stop fantasizing right this minute I'm gonna-

"So, how long are you gonna have to stay in my bedroom?" Jeff asked me in an annoyed tone.

"I'm not sure. As long as Slenderman says, I guess." I heard BEN playing Majora's Mask from his room, which was down the hall several rooms.

Damn, he must have his volume all the way up. 

As if Jeff read my thoughts, he yelled down the hall, "BEN! TURN YOUR DAMN GAME DOWN! IT'S SEVEN-FUCKING-THIRTY!"

"Dang, Jeff," I laughed.

" 'Dang' what? BEN does this all the time."

"Welp, that sucks."

"Yep..." he trailed off.

"Do you wake up to it?" I questioned.

"Eh, it depends on how loud it is."

"That's what she said."

"Ha, ha," he sarcastically laughed

"So, what now?"

"We make breakfast," Jeff responded in monotone.

"Okie," I skipped out of Jeff's room and into the kitchen, where I would make cereal. Jeff trailed behind me.

"Okay, you're making cereal. I'll have toast."

"Want me to make it for you?"

"I guess, just don't poison it or anything."

"I won't. Chill."

I grabbed two pieces of bread and popped them in the toaster. I then grabbed a bowl, spoon, cereal, and a jug of milk.

The toast popped up, so I grabbed a plate and set the toast on that. "Want Butter and Jelly?"

"Butter, no jelly."

"Okie dokie." I put the butter on Jeff's toast, smothering it.

"Damn, I usually only put a little," he explained, slightly annoyed.

"The more the merrier!" I laughed.

"I guess..." Jeff mumbled, agitated once more. I went back to my cereal, pouring it in and adding the milk. I grabbed Jeff's plate and my bowl and set them on the table.