Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

First Signs

"Yes, you've completed the test and mostly passed, however, you did wake the family," Slender said. I was in his office.

"Okay. So when do I get to be officially a creepypasta?"

"When I deem the time good. You are ready, for the most part, but I want everyone there when I say you can become one of us officially,"

"Okay."

"But you do need to work on your stealth. You need to be quieter when killing. Jeffery told me that with the first kill, you woke up Daniel, which woke up the parents."

"Yes, Slenderman, I do understand that. It was my fault that that happened and the fact that I almost got knocked out," I said, "but, hey, I found out my quote!"

"And what would that be?"

"'Take your final breath, you're gonna need it.'"

"That's a good quote."

"Thank you, Slender."

"Slenderman or sir to you. You only get to call me Slender once you're an official creepypasta."

"Yes, sir." It was embarrassing when I made mistakes like those. 

My final test was yesterday, and today we were discussing the test. Jeff was still sleeping along with everyone else, as it was six in the morning.

"You can go now before Jeffery wakes up to find you gone," Slenderman told me.

"Yes, sir." I walked out of Slender's office and into Jeff's room. I slid under the covers, somehow not waking him up.

I fell asleep and dreamed about Jeff, of course.

When I woke up, Jeff's arm was around my waist. I mentally freaked out. He and I were spooning.

My heart was pounding from the proximity.

Then Jeff ruined the moment by saying, "Morn- WHAT THE FUCK! EW!" then moved his arm and went to the other side of the bed like he was spooning a corpse. 

Although, hell, he might not mind, seeing as he's a sadistic killer... that I have a crush on. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm in a house full of killers.

"Pretend that never happened, got it?" Jeff told me, wide awake.

"Nah, I'll tell everyone in the mansion that you cuddled me in your sleep. BEN will be happy for sure."

"If you do, remember that I always carry a knife with me," he threatened. His threats were so cute, like a kitten. Speaking of which, I kinda missed him calling me kitten.

"I don't care if you have a knife, I have death on my side," I retorted.

"Do you want to die?"

"Sure, life sucks, LIKE YOU BOI."

"BITCH!" and with that, he lunged at me. He was suddenly on top of me, his knife at my throat.

"What?" I calmly asked, although my heart was pounding once again from him being so close.

 "Your heart is going wild with fear. I like that," he menacingly assumed. Holy shit his voice was sexy as fuck.

"Oh, it's not fear."

"Then what is it?" he asked, confused.

"Oh, why would I tell you?" I teased.

"Because if you don't, I'll decapitate you."

"I don't think Slenderman would like that."

"Pfffft. You think I care?"

"Well, he did take you in."

"Again, you think I care? I only care for myself."

"What about EJ? Or BEN?"

"BEN is annoying as hell, EJ doesn't like me for drinking alcohol all the time. He says it makes your 'kidneys fail and taste bad', which is a load of bullshit."

"Hey, it's true." I shrugged, Jeff's knife still at my throat.

"So now you're taking his side?" he questioned aggressively, a hint of jealousy in his smooth voice.

"I'm not taking anyone's side, just saying that he's right."

"And that's taking his side." He took his knife away from my throat and laid down next to me, about three inches away, putting his hands behind his head.

Although I liked the closeness, I didn't want to make it seem like it, so I said, "Dude, why are you so close? Space."

"You don't tell me what to do, I can be as close or far away from you as I want and there's no stopping me."

"Yeah, 'cause you're awesome."

"Yes, I am."

"Wow, egotistical, much?"

"Eh, so what I have a big ego, I am awesome. And beautiful."

"Whatever you say," I shook my head, too tired to argue.

"Mkay, kitten."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Kitten?"

"Yeah,"

"I'm not sure, It just kinda came to me during your test yesterday. I like the sound of it, too," Jeff shrugged.

"Yeah, it's cute, I guess."

"Do you not want me to call you that?"

"I thought you didn't give a damn."

"You're right, I don't"

He scooted half an inch closer to me, to which I was surprised, as he probably hates my guts since kicking him in the balls. 

"Well, I'm gonna get some breakfast," Jeff said, getting out of bed.

"Me too," I followed him downstairs and into the kitchen.