Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Middle of the Night

<(Y/N)'s POV>

I awoke to the sound of a grunt followed by an "OW! SHIT!"

I looked over the side of the bed in a panic--since Jeff's a masochist and generally loves pain--to find him holding his foot by his dresser.

"Uh, babe, you okay?" I asked.

"What does it look like? I fucking stubbed my toe."

I burst out laughing. Jeff just looked at me.

"Go to sleep before I come over and kill you," he smiled. At least I think. It was hard to see in the dark. It must've been like two in the morning.

"Haha, like you would kill your girlfriend. Besides, don't you think Slender would be mad if you killed another Creepypasta such as myself?"

"Kitten, you know I was joking. You're right, I would never, ever kill my girlfriend. No matter how pissed I got."

"Okay, that's what I thought."

"But holy shit my toe hurts."

"I thought you liked pain."

"Me too, but I guess stubbing your toe is something that not even masochists like."

"Why were you getting up anyway?" I asked.

"Because I gotta take a piss, " and with that, he limped off to the bathroom.

I smiled. I really had missed Jeff.

A few minutes later, he came out and got into bed.

"Did you wash your hands? I didn't hear the sink running."

"Uhhh-"

"Eew! Jeff! Go wash your hands!" I pushed him off the bed. I heard and olf.

"Do I have to?" he moaned.

"Yes, you do. That's gross!"

"Ugh," he grumbled, getting up from the floor. He hobbled into the bathroom again and this time I heard the sink running.

He came back and splashed ice cold water all over my face.

"Jeeeeff!" I whined.

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Did you have to do that?"

"That was payback for making me have to get up again."

"Screw you."

"You would."

"How do you know that?" I asked, although I know my little act earlier was pitiful. I was filled with so much passion and lust I wasn't thinking straight. I was glad that Jeff had said no, for my sake.

"You were begging me to earlier."

"I-"

"Don't deny it, either."

"Fine..."

"Now, let's get some rest."

"Can you say your oh, so famous quote?"

"Go to sleep," he said creepily.

"That's my Jeffy."

"Don't call me that!" he grumbled.

"But I wanna."

"Just go to sleep."

"Hah"

"I'm serious. I'm going to regret making that my quote."