Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

Face First

I woke up the next morning, feeling arms wrapped around me.

I tried to slowly get out of his grip, but he had a good hold on me.

Eventually, I was able to slip out and put a pillow in between his arms, so he didn't realize I was gone.

I tried to stand up, my legs still wobbly.

Just when I thought I had it-

I fucking fell.

Face first.

"Fucking bullshit." I muttered, trying to pull myself back up.

I saw the mattress move, and Jeff's head popped over the side of the bed, looking down at me.

"Did- did you just fall?" He asked.

I glanced away and nodded.

"Pfft-" He put his hand over his mouth, trying to contain his laughter.

"Bitch its not funny now help me dammit." I glared at him.

"Fine, fine." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

I quietly thanked him and grimaced at the pain in my abdomen.

"Damn, I really did you that good." Jeff commented proudly.

"Shut the fuck up." I muttered.

"I'm never letting you live this down." He said.

"I know." I groaned.

The door bursted open and BEN pokes his head in.

He looked at me, his eyes raking over my body.

"Damn." He said.

Jeff's eyes widened as he realized one crucial factor.

I'm fucking naked.

"BEN YOU FUCKER YOU BETTER START RUNNING YOU LITTLE-DICKED-BITCH." He yelled, pulling a knife out of my bedside drawer and running after BEN.

"When the fuck did that get in there...?" I mumbled.

"Oh, shit. BEN just saw me naked, didn't he?" I asked myself.

Yes, you dumbass bitch.

Yes he did.

Well I guess I should get dressed then.

If I can make it over to my dresser.

I stood up slowly, and after a few seconds, I felt confident enough to take a step.

I eventually made it over to my dresser and took out underwear, an oversized hoodie, shorts, and some socks.

I'm not gonna bother with a bra because who the fuck cares.

I wobbled back over to my bed and started getting dressed.

It was more of a hassle than usual because I couldn't stand, but I got it done.

"Jeff!" I yelled.

A few seconds later, Jeff came through the door, previously clean knife now bloodied.

"Did you actually hurt him?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah I did, little shit shouldn't have looked at you like that. Or he should've at least knocked." Jeff muttered, putting the knife back.

"When did you get dressed?" I asked.

"Last night after you passed out." He responded.

I nodded and held my arms out.