mutual (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

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11/29/19 ( 2572 words)

??? POV

"Did you pick up on the police cars on the way here?" the blonde boy in the passenger seat asked sipping on his coke. "Yeah, but there's no way they were here for us. We don't even kill in this area. We're just innocent visitors, picking up some food next town since we can't go to McDonald's in Glissington anymore because of someone" the one with raven hair in the backseat cast a glare at the blonde boy -"something else probably happened, maybe some kid ran away from home and they're looking for it", the one with the dark hood spoke up for the first time, eyes focused on the highway in front of them.

The raven haired boy shifted in his seat in the backrow, pulled a banana peel from under his butt and threw it at the blonde boy. "Ben you stupid fuck why wouldn't you throw that out the window?" he yelled . "Fuck you Jeff, that wasn't me! Probably LJ, you know him" he countered throwing the banana peel out the window, knowing damn well it wasn't LJ but him. "... again with this crap, damn sharing a car with a whole bunch of idiots.." Jeff grumbled under his breath, returning to the topic.

"No. So many cops just looking for some runaway-kid? There's more to it than that. Maybe even a killer. Funny business" the raven haired one stated smiling when he looked at the 5 McDonald's takeout bags. But the smile vanished as fast as it appeared. "Doesen't matter anyways as long as they stay away from our victims." he added.

Away from Glissington.

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(y/n) POV

I was already awake when my alarm went off at 7.46 AM.
Why. I don't get it. Even after a sleepless, exhausting night like that, I can't get a good 2-hours rest. I'm still tired since I barely got any sleep. I wonder how my body even survives my lifestyle.
I always have dark circles under my eyes though, but I knew people back at school who looked even worse so I suppose I'm lucky.

School. That's a thing. I've already seen one or two late students dash down the street trough the bus' window, so I assume there's a school nearby. I used to be like that, I thought turning up the volume of my music. I had friends, I was even rather popular. Or at least I wasn't an outcast. School or grades were never a problem. Or nothing I couldn't deal with. Well, until that one faithful day.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, pushed the thought away and turned up the volume of my music. I'll need to find a gas station to take a shower and everything, and then find a new hUmbLe AboDe to live in for a while.

( a/n :idk if that's just me but sometimes I mock my own ridiculous choice of words in my thoughts? Anyways -)

Maybe get some food. Depends on my new living situation. Or - I thought - we could try something new...
Like, I don't know, look for a house without residents. Like, borrowing one. It was fall, probably even fall break considering the date.

I bet there's one or two rich families on their skiing vacation. But we'll figure it out. The bus has almost arrived and a gas station was already in sight. Ohhh, this is just perfect. Just then the song reached it's climax, hyping me up even more.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet, and you know that it ain't real cherry, you know that it ain't real cherry ;

What about a cherry on top of my ecstasy? Who would be harmed by a little murder?
No, I need to provide for a living first. Ew. I feel grown up. DiSguStAng

When the bus came to a halt and the cold wind hit me as I stepped out. I pulled up my hood and tightened it, so that only my nose and eyes were visible. I pulled a Kenny McCormick.