Fem!Jeff the Killer X Male!Reader 11

Coming into the land of reality, you first instincts told you to get up and go see your parents for breakfast, a habit you had still not shaken. Realizing you had no parents anymore, you sighed, turning your focus to the figure beside you.

   Jess lay beside you, a black sleep mask with the letters "F.U." printed on it in white thread covers her eyes. Best she can do with no lids..., you thought. Her knee length black locks spread nearly all over the bed, some locks even covering you. You smiled at this, taking some strands and thumbing them, bringing them to your nose and inhaling their scent.

   Cherry's and Pomegranate's.

   You couldn't help smiling at the scent, you sat up, carefully climbing over the sides of the bed and out of bed, going to the closet to select your clothes for the day. Stepping into it, you looked through Jess's shelves, shocked the murderous female kept everything so tidy. Her outfits were organized by season, color and style. You found your things, organized along the back wall. You selected a pair of faded Kapri pants and a (fav color) t-shirt, slipping them on and looking for your shoes. You found them on the top shelf, nestled between Jess's shoes, which you noticed, consisted of entirely stilettos and other forms of heels, no sneakers or flip flops.

   Shrugging this off, you exited the closet to find her sitting up in bed, propped up and on hands, her head tilted back and looking at the ceiling. "Good morning, ______. Sleep well?" She asked, only her eyes drifting to you.

   "Best sleep in months." You nodded. She turned her head to you, smiling.

   "Be a dear, hand me my slippers." She requested. You looked around the floor, but saw nothing resembling slippers. "Next to the dresser, hon." She hinted. You nodded, walking past teh bed and looking down, only seeing a pair of plush looking stilettos.

   "Um..."

   "Ugh, I got it." You heard the sheets rustle, and Jess pad across the floor, slipping the stilettos on. You noticed when she walked, sher moved on near tip toes, her whole foot never touching the floor. "I don't wear regular shoes hon, my legs won't let me anymore." She explained, kissing your cheek. "Let me get dressed and we'll go get breakfast." She said, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a black silk sun dress, slipping it over her head before walking out.

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   This....was breakfast?

   You sat at the table between Jess and Benny as all hell broke loose around you. Hoodlum began yelling at Jess about stealing the syrup (a few guns were drawn). Benny was teasing Masquerade about her quiet voice, also leading to Hoodlum yelling at her. Jess was throwing silverware at anyone who dared question her, Slenderwoman would occasionally smack someone with a graceful tentacle.

   To top it off, currently you were cowering in your chair as a monochrome clown woman loomed over Jess with a revving chainsaw while Jess crouched in her seat, a dagger raised.

   "Don't you DARE insult my cooking!" The woman yelled.

   "Then quite making everything so fucking bland!" Jess countered.

   You thanked God when Benny moved her seat away from the scene and then grabbed yours, pulling you closer to her.

   "Happens every morning." She explained simply.

   "How is everyone still alive?!" You whisper/yelled back.

   Benny just sipping her orange juice, using your shoulder as an arm rest as she leaned closer. "no clue, but it's funny as hell." Benny giggled. You turned back to the woman and Jess, to see Jess standing with one foot on the table and one on the chair with the woman holding her chainsaw above her head.

   "Both of you, please, this is a breakfast table, not a sparring arena. Please take your issues outside." Slenderwoman ordered from her place at the head of the table. She was not eating, though she politely sat there, hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched the spectacle.

   Jess and the woman glared at each other before each of them slowly backed off, the woman stomping down the table and jumping into her seat. "That's Jill." Benny said, chewing a piece of bacon at the same time, making her words muffled by the tiniest bit. "She's cool and all, but she has a short fuse."

   "And chainsaws..." You muttered under your breath.