Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Dawn

"(Y/N), wake up," I heard a familiar voice whisper into my ear, "training."

I groaned, still tired. I peeked an eye open and peered around. The early morning sun filtered through the window. 

"I saw that. C'mon, wake up for daddy."

That woke me up. "Wait... daddy?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Uhh, there's a lot of reasons as to why not..."

"But it turns me on," he whined.

"And you turn me on just by being here," I replied honestly, "Besides, didn't you say that you wouldn't make me start a daddy kink a while back?"

"Uhh, oh, yeah I do remember that."

"Then must you be turned on more by my calling you daddy?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

"Say it."

"Daddy."

"Good kitten," Jeff rubbed my head. His touch sent shivers down my spine. The good kind, "Now, will you get out of bed?"

"Can you drag me?"

"I suppose.," he grabbed my hands and started to pull me--quite swiftly--out of bed.

"Gah!" just before my head hit the ground, Jeff let go and I shot out my hands to catch myself.

He did nothing but chuckle. That asscrown.

"Love you too," I said sarcastically.

"I'm sure you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been begging me to fuck you"

"Okay, look. I was high off you."

"And? I love it when you're like that. It makes me feel like I'm actually worth something"

"You are worth something."

"Pssh, I wish. What's a fucking killer worth?"

"To me, everything. Don't forget, I'm a murderer too."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten. I can plainly see your dagger in its sheath," he gestured to it.

I wrapped my arms around Jeff, embracing him. "I love you, Jeffery Woods."

"And I love you, (Y/N) (L/N)."

I squeezed him tightly. He returned the squeeze.

"(Y/N), promise me something," he whispered against the top of my head.

"Anything."

"Promise me that you'll never leave me. That you'll never stop loving me."

"I promise."

"Good. You're my little kitten."

"And you're my big bad wolf."

"I like that."

"And I like you."

"Just like? Or love?"

"Love, of course."

"Okay, just making sure."

"You don't have to make sure. I will always love you, no matter what."

"No matter what? Even if I killed someone you cared about? Not that I did"

"Well... then I might be pissed off, but yes, I would still love you."

"Hah, we wouldn't want a pissed off (Y/N). She can be scary."

"Scary is an understatement. I can be a living nightmare."

"I haven't seen you be living nightmare yet."

"Yet. You just haven't pissed me off enough. Or much at all, really."

"Shit. Guess I gotta try harder."

"Oh, you don't wanna make me mad. Once I'm mad, I'm mad."

"Damn, how many times can you say 'mad' in a sentence and it still makes sense?."

"I don't know, probably a lot if it's one of those extra ridiculously unreasonably long sentences."

"Yeah... hey, you wanna listen to some music while you get ready?"

"Sure, as long as its (F/S)"

"Well, all I got is rock and metal. Heh."

"That's fine."

"Okie, what band and song?"

"Uh, how about I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance," I said, reading the name off of the list of songs on his phone as he was plugging it into the speaker.

"That's one of my favorites."

"That's neat."

"Yeah,"

A minute later, we had it all set up. I'm Not Okay was playing while I picked out a sports bra and some shorts from my suitcase.

Jeff had gone to my house and retrieved some clothes for me before the attack. Before he had died.

But that was in the past. He was here now. Alive.

After my depressing thoughts, I got dressed. I didn't even care that Jeff was watching.

"You're sexy," he complimented.

I blushed hardcore.

"Th-thanks?" I stuttered like Toby.

"You're welcome, kitten," he smiled. Well, he smiled more than what his artificially cut one did for him.

I reached up and traced his carved grin with my thumb.

"I love it when you do that," he smirked.

"And I love you," I hugged him, my bare stomach pressed against his traditional white hoodie.

"I love you too," Jeff hugged me back, "Now, let's get ready for some training. It's been a while."

"Okeydokey," I pulled away and started walking towards the training room. Jeff followed behind.

I was halfway there when BEN came around a corner and bumped into me, his lips meeting mine.

I pulled away as soon as I realized.

"Hey, bitch! Nobody but me can kiss my girlfriend!" Jeff shouted at BEN. 

"Damn, chill. It was an accident," BEN put his hands up.

"But what wasn't an accident," he pulled out a knife, "is that you purposely kissed (Y/N) while I was dead! Now, you will pay!"

"In my defense, she's hot. And, she kissed me back!"

"I'm aware of that. But what I don't get is why, as my best friend, would you make a move on my girlfriend?"

"Oh, uh, she's your girlfrie--"

"Stop playing dumb like the dumbass you are! She's told you repeatedly that she and I were dating. Not only that, but you have seen us together, kissing and holding hands. So, it's pretty obvious!"

"Right.. heh..." BEN put his hand to the back of his head, rubbing his hair.

Jeff played with his knife as if he was deciding what he was going to do with it.

Then, he threw it.

Right at BEN's head.

Fortunately for BEN, he was quick to think and glitched through the attack.

"I'm a ghost, remember?" he tapped his head.

"Fuck," Jeff muttered before tackling him.

Side Note:

novarogers14 helped me come up with some of this. I had a little writers' block.