Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

Get In Bed With Me

Time to look through his personal belongings.

I grinned and opened the drawer slowly.

I peered inside and frowned.

It's literally just fucking knives and the one bottle of pills.

I noticed most of the knives had three things in common-
•Blood
•Dullness
•And they're all old and rusted

Well great, at least I know for sure he's a serial killer.

Or obsessed with knives.

He'll probably stab me if he sees me snooping.

I closed the drawer and flopped back, groaning.

"MY HEAD IS KILLING ME!!" I screamed.

Jeff walked through the door with a glass of water.

He set it down on the bedside table, then sat back down on the desk chair.

I took the pills and sat against the wall, facing Jeff.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"You sleep." He said.

"No I mean like in life, am I staying here or am I going home?" I clarified.

"You're staying here." He quickly said.

"Why? I'm not even that special." I said.

"You literally can't fucking die. That's pretty special considering you're a human." He said.

"Aww you think I'm special?" I teased.

"Yeah special in the fucking head." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever asshole." I crossed my arms.

"Go to sleep." He said.

"No." I replied.

"Why the fuck not?" He asked.

"Cause I don't like sleeping in new places alone." I said.

"That's fucking stupid. And I'm in the room, you aren't alone dumbass. And you slept in Jackie's room alone." He said.

"That's because it was like a hospital, I stayed in the hospital for awhile last year so I was already used to rooms like that. And I mean in the bed alone. When I moved into my place, my boyfriend would come over and sleep with me so I wasn't alone. He stayed for like a week or two, just to make sure I was comfortable." I smiled at the memory.

Jeff went silent and stood up.

He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders.

He looked into my eyes and said:

"You're so fucking stupid I can't take it."

"Nani the fuck?" I questioned.

"I didn't even do anything!" I defended myself.

"You're being stupid! And you just made that all up to get me into bed with you!" He laughed.

"Don't flatter yourself! If I wanted you in bed with me you'd be in bed with me!" I said.

"Yeah right! I would get into bed with you if my fucking life depended on it!" He shook me.

"Wanna make a bet?" I asked.

"What kind of bet?" He questioned, looking at me suspiciously.

"I bet I can get you into bed by the end of the week, todays Wednesday, so I have 3 days. If I win, you have to be nice to me for 7 days straight, if you win, I'll do whatever you want for 24 hours." I said.

He didn't even take a second to think about it before he agreed.

"And by 'get you in bed', I mean get you to lay down in bed next to me." I grinned.

"Damn." He silently whispered.

"What? You wanna fuck?" I asked.

He glanced at me for a second before shaking his head.

Now, time for the plan to be put into action.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a seductive look.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.

"Just watch." I said.

I leaned in closer to him, surprisingly, he didn't move away.

When our lips were just inches apart, I slammed him down on the bed and flopped down next to him.

I laughed at the face he made when he realized he just lost the bet after 5 minutes.

Why am I kinda disappointed?

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled.

"Now you have to be nice to me for a week!" I laughed again.

"Fucking bullshit." He replied, pouting.

"Aww don't pout cause you just got seduced!" I slapped his arm playfully.

I yawned and looked at Jeff.

"I'm probably gonna fall asleep soon, huh?" I asked myself.

"Would you... would you keep laying with me? Just until I fall asleep. It won't take long." I asked, a little nervous.

He looked away before nodding.

I smiled at him and covered myself up.

I closed my eyes and I could feel Jeff staring at me, it made me a little self conscious.

I rolled around to face the wall.

If he's gonna stare, he's gonna get the part of me he's less likely to judge.

"You asleep?" He asked quietly.

I rolled back around and looked at him.

"That was literally a minute, chill out. Just take a nap with me if you're so bored." I suggested.

"I'm not bored I just got shit to do." He said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"None of your fucking business, that's what." He retorted.

"Just tell me!" I begged.

"I have someone I gotta kill." He said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Someone!"

"Who?!"

"None of your business!"

"Tell me who and it'll become my business!"

"Fine. His name is Bryce Sanson. He's next on my kill list." He said.

"That's... that's my- you can't kill him. Skip over him. Please." I sat up, tears blurring my vision.

"Why? What's the hell is wrong?" Jeff sat up too, staring at me.

"You just can't kill him!" I said.

"Promise me!" I grabbed onto his sleeve.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Jeff, promise me." I placed my other hand on his shoulder.

"I can't do that. I don't make the rules, if I don't willingly kill him, Slender will make me." He said.

A few tears ran down my face, I felt Jeff place an awkward hand on my back.

At least he's trying to comfort me.

It's working, even if it's a little awkward.

After a few minutes I had calmed down.

"Why don't you want me to kill him?" Jeff asked quietly.

"He's my boyfriend."