Sucker Punch : Jeff the Killer X Male Reader

"Why did you help me? You're a killer; plus, I decked you so hard I could've broken something, so that should've been enough to make you want me dead," I watched as the man in front of me ripped open an alcohol swab. "Like, you're even still helping me, it's confusing."

Jeff rolled his eyes as he pressed it against the cut on my forehead, causing me to hiss at the burning sensation. "Can't a guy just do what he wants to do? Maybe that fucking suckerpunch knocked some of your caring feelings into me or whatever," his voice got quieter with that last sentence but he spoke up again. "I still have morals, they're just different than most. So yeah, I kill people, but hate-criming someone is a big no no and it makes me fucking pissed to see that people can't just keep their disgusting opinions to themselves."

He lifted the swab and wiped some iodine on the wound before dressing it. "There's nothing I can really do about your busted lip, or the bruises. Just be grateful they didn't crack your ribs."

I nodded at him as he turned and started cleaning everything up. "Hey Jeff?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at me as he took off his nitrile gloves.

"Thanks."

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This story is about two men falling in love. If you don't like that, then don't read it.

Jeff the Killer is not my character, he belongs to his creator. All other characters and the story are my own.