The Innocent Eyes (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Silence

--Your POV--

       I put my hands on his chest as his went down to my hips. I really did think he was Jeff, but as soon as my lips touched his, I knew it was Jack. I wasn't sure why, put once I started, I couldn't stop myself. I realized how wrong it was and pushed him away. I looked at him with wide eyes. "Jack.." I said quietly. His jaw clenched as he discovered I knew it was him. "How long did you know?" he asked. "As soon as it started.." I admitted, not wanting to hear myself say it. "So that was...." he trailed off. "Yes..." I said hesitantly. We both stared at each other, not sure what to do or say. "Fuck. Jeff..." I said, knowing he'd be mad. "Just tell him. You hallucinated, it's not your fault," he said, ignoring the part about me actually kissing him. "Fuck. I love him, I don't know why I did that. I don't want to hurt him," I said. "I know, Y/N," he replied. I sighed and looked up at him again. I impulsively kissed him again and he gave in a little. He pushed me away and held me at arms length away. "Stop, Y/N. You have to stop. You're confused, I'm confused. This isn't getting any better," he told me. "I know! I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm a terrible person," I said. I started crying as I realized what I did. "No you're not, Y/N," he told me. I shook my head as tears streamed down my face. He pulled me into a cautious hug, keeping his hands high up on my back. I sobbed on him and he pet my hair. "Look. You're all drugged up. I told you confusion was a side effect. This isn't your fault," he told me. "Yes it is. I'm fine right now, I knew what I was doing," I cried out. "I know, but it still might be clouding your judgement," he reassured me. "You think so?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. I nodded and exited his hug. "Okay. But why did you..?" I asked. "I don't know," he sighed, realizing what he did was no better. "Should I tell him now?" I asked awkwardly. "No, let him sleep," he advised. I nodded and sighed, going to my room to kill time until morning.

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       Everyone was asleep, except for me. I was sat on the living room couch, watching Netflix on my laptop. The quietness of the house was calming, and I always was a night-owl. At about 7am, I heard someone coming down the stairs, and I prayed it wasn't Jeff. Despite my efforts, that's exactly who it was. He noticed me and sat down by me. He was wearing pajama pants without a shirt— a look I enjoyed greatly on him. "What are you doing down here?" he asked. His voice was very raspy and sexy, and I knew he just woke up. "Watching Netflix," I replied. "Why not use the tv?" he asked. "That's loud and I didn't want to wake anyone up," I told him. He kissed my forehead and watched my show for a couple minutes. I kept glancing over at him, but I thought he didn't notice. He paused the show and looked at me. I blushed and looked away. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, knowing what I wanted without needing to ask. He was pawing at my clothes, so I stopped him. "Not in the living room, are you crazy?" I asked. "100%," he said with a smile. I shook my head and tried to back up, but he held me there. "Really quick?" he pleaded. "We both know that you aren't quick," I said with a smile. He smirked and sat up. "Fine," he gave up. I got up and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. "You want some?" I asked as he joined me. He shook his head and I shrugged. He sat on the counter and kept his eyes glued on me. "That's kinda creepy, you know," I stated. "Yeah, that's really strange for me, I'm never creepy," he said sarcastically. I chuckled and stood in front of him. I didn't like how well we were getting along now because I knew what I had to tell him. "You're really hot," I blurted out. I closed my eyes, mentally scolding myself. "Hot enough to fuck on the counter?" he asked playfully. I hit his arm gently, earning a laugh from him. My coffee was done, so I took it to the living room and sat down, facing Jeff as he sat by me. 

       "So I need to tell you something," I started. He nodded, waiting to hear it. "Yesterday.. Jack and I kissed," I told him. His immediate reaction was anger, and I was afraid he was going to hit me. "It was because of what he injected me with. My judgement was really clouded and I swear I thought he was you. I was hallucinating," I explained. He didn't speak for awhile. "Did you hallucinate the whole time?" he asked. I was hoping he wouldn't ask me that. "No, but my judgement was fuzzy and I wasn't thinking straight," I told him. I wasn't sure what to expect from him. "Thanks for telling me," he finally said, after suppressing some of his feelings. "You're not mad?" I asked. "No, not really," he replied. "Why? What'd you do?" I asked. The only reason he wouldn't be furious is if he had done something just as bad. "Something happened while you were gone, I guess," he started. I crossed my arms, mad that I was just now hearing about this. "One night when I was sleeping, Charlotte got into my bed and stayed there all night," he told me. I widened my eyes, anger pouring out of my soul. "Was she wearing clothes?" I asked. "Not really," he responded. I closed my eyes, then stood up. "Did you two.." I started, but couldn't finish. "No, of course not" he replied. "So a girl was naked in your bed and you didn't fuck her?" I asked. "No, I didn't. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly like other guys," he stood up in front of me, towering over me slightly. "Why didn't you make her leave?" I asked. "I was asleep. I did in the morning," he said. "Did you yell at her?" I asked. "No, she's my friend," he said. I bit my lip in an attempt to control my anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" I looked into his eyes. "I didn't think it mattered," he said. I shook my head and looked away. I grabbed my coffee and laptop and went upstairs to my room, not wanting to be near him anymore. I closed my door and sat on my bed, trying to forget what happened. 

       I killed time for a couple hours until more people were awake. My door opened slowly and Jack walked in shyly, shutting the door behind him. "Hey.. did you uh.. talk to him?" he asked as he sat on my bed. "Yeah. I did," I said shortly. "And?" he asked. I filled him in on what happened and he listened patiently. "Well shit..." he said, not sure what to say. "I think we should talk," I said. "You and me?" he clarified. "Yeah. About.. what happened," I said. "I know. I don't want our friendship to be awkward now," he said. "It's not. Just... why did you do it?" I asked. He looked away from me and tried to find the words. "I don't know. In the moment I just got carried away and... I mean look at you," he explained, looking at me. I studied him carefully and inhaled deeply. Things were so easy with Jack. "I'm sorry," he said. "No, don't be sorry. I started it and just.. it's really okay," I said. I was kind of glad it happened, and I felt terrible that I did. "Well, I'm sorry about Jeff being Jeff," he apologized. "You've been a good friend to him," I replied after some time. "You've grown a lot since you first got here," he patted my leg before standing up and leaving. He was right: I changed a lot since day one. I hopped on my phone, texting a couple people about their lives, then spent the rest of the day ignoring almost everyone. 

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       It had been about a week or so since Jeff and I last spoke. I was avoiding him like the plague, and focused on training with everyone else. Slender wanted us to focus on taking down the white-out building and had us training like crazy. There were times when Jeff and I had to fight, and it was pretty intense. He didn't go super easy on me, and I certainly didn't either. Charlotte had been gone for awhile: a true miracle. I didn't talk much about myself anymore, and I tried to get to know everyone else more. I learned crazy new things about everyone's past, and it was kind of comforting. When the day finally came that we were going to attack white-out, I felt extremely ready. I was in the best shape of my life and had a ton of new fighting skills. Slender gave us a plan to ambush the building, each assigning us to a specific area based on out skill set. I was taking the northeastern side of the building. We were supposed to look for anything important, free the delinquents, and attack workers. Slender was in charge of dealing with the owner of the building. 

After about twenty minutes, people were running in all directions, trying to escape the place. It looked apocalyptic. We had everything we needed, and the proxies had already doused what remained of the building in gasoline. We thought everyone was taken care of, but a few staff members came out. One was armed with a knife, the other with a pipe, and the last with a gun. The gang wasted no time in fighting the dudes. It was a fairly easy fight, but before they were dead, one of them fired his gun. It hit Jeff's side, and he was soon on the ground. I kneeled next to him and put my hand on his wound. It seemed like the pain was actually bothering him for once. "Hey, you're going to be okay," I reassured, speaking to him for the first time in a while. I turned around to look for Jack, but they were busy fighting more people that emerged from the building. I looked back at Jeff and he looked pretty bad. I looked down at my hand and saw tons of blood pouring onto it. "Stay with me, okay?" I said, looking into his eyes desperately. 

Sorry for the long update time. You guys have been CRAZY active with commenting and voting, which is super cool! I love getting to read all your comments, but sometimes I don't get notifications for some of them, which is why I sometimes reply months later xD. There have also been a ton of new readers, so thanks to you guys!! Most of the people new to this story aren't to these chapters yet, but once you get here thanks! And thanks to people that have been here forever too!! There will be about 2 or 3 more chapter of this, which is INSANE. OH I've also gotten suggestions about me writing in super long paragraphs, which is a weird habit I started, but I wanted to stay consistent. Once this story is finished, I'll probably split paragraphs up way more for your eyes. But that will screw up all of your comments in paragraphs, but I think we'll all live. Until next time, keep being great people :)

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