Wake Up- Jeff the Killer Ending

You looked over the king of assholes himself and sighed, “What? They all tired over me so they send you? This is exactly what I wanted.”

The teen known as Jeff the Killer stared at you, though there wasn’t much else he could do without eyelids. A scoff left him and turned.

“I dropped your food, idiot,” his unnerving eyes met yours, “Now I have to ask EJ to make more. Great job.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as he walked to your bed and lifted you to your feet. Stumbling a bit on underused legs, you gripped his signature white hoodie and growled. The killer helped you down the stairs to the large kitchen and handed you off to a surprised Jack. He left quickly after that.

You stared at the doorway in confusion, “I’ve never had him act... somewhat nice towards me...”

Jack eased you into a chair and began some soup for you, “He’s been different since the incident... We’ve all been different.”

A sigh left your lips and you shook your head, “So have I...”

~*~*~*~

Sitting at a table is always fun...

Sitting at a table across from your least favorite housemate is pretty damn fun as well...

Except when all was silent.

Finally, you coughed, “So... I know that you... um... Killed your family...Can I ask why?”

“Long answer; I don’t wanna get into it,” Jeff leaned back in his chair, teetering on the back legs, “Short answer; I wanted to.”

You rolled your (e/c) eyes noticeably at his answer. Jack, Slenderman and BEN all had the great idea that now that you were back, it was high time you got along with your least favorite killer. It was a stupid idea but they locked you in a room with him that the two of you had been stupid enough to enter. An hour of silence had passed before your cough and question combo, and that was seriously the best answer you got.

“Thanks,” you quipped, “For the generous and detailed answer.”

“How about you?” he yawned for emphasis of his boredom, “Slendy never told me why he let you come here... Just said ‘this is (Name) and she will live with us’ and that was it.”

You gave him a shit eating grin and leaned forward on the table, “I killed my mother for saying I was weird and sent her body in a cardboard box to my father before wandering into the forest. I met Slenderman there and I wasn’t afraid of him, told him to be my friend. Next thing I know, I live here with some great guys and a certain asshole I’d rather not be around currently.”

“Back at you, idiot. There’s billions things I’d rather be doing right now,” he slammed the front legs of the chair on the ground as he sat forward, “But since you mentioned you murdered your mother, I’m a little more interested in you.”

You mock gasped, “You mean you weren’t even the least bit interested in all this?”

“Haha, very funny dumbass,” shoving his hands in his pockets, Jeff sighed, “Moms are the worst, aren’t they?”

You genuinely laughed at that, “Pretty much, huh? She was just going on about how odd a child I was before I finally snapped and ripped her apart. It was so... So invigorating.”

“I know what you mean,” the raven haired killer grinned even more than usual, “Mangled, bloody bodies are just marvelous. Stab wounds are my favorite on a corpse.”

“And ripping them apart with your own hands is an experience in itself!”

You laughed loudly and grinned before smashed his carved lips against your own, unblemished ones. You were shocked at first but ended up smirking as you kissed back. Pulling apart a few minutes later, you (e/c) orbs met his unblinking ones.

“You know what,” he chuckled, “I think I’ve found a side of you I love.”

“Right back at you, Jeffy boy.”

“We’re back in business, idiot.”