Drunk!Jeff The Killer X Proxy!Reader
A shattering sound of a window startled you out of your sweet dreams. You body felt heavy as you proceded to pull yourself out of your warm bed, you flinched putting your feet on the cold floor. It creaked under your weight, you tiptoed over to your dresser where you hid a baseball bat.
Grasping the freezing aluminum bat in your hands, the moon's light reflecting off its shining surface. You stared at your proxy mask for a fraction of a second wondering if you should put it on or not. A few smashings of plates forced you hands to tighten around the weapon. You slowly walked towards the stairs, whoever was down there wasn't trying to sneak in obviously.
"What the fuck? Are they drunk or something" you thought watching the lights flick on, a long shadow was cast into the stair well. Taking a few more steps you were relieved a little. It was Jeff a very intoxicated and wobbly Jeff, you opened your mouth to speak only to stop yourself as he knocked over the lamp.
"Jeff!" you yelled running down the remainder of the stairs" What are you doing here?" the bat dropped to your side, his dazed and hammered eyes looked up at you.
"Hey *hic* ________" he fumbled trying to stand up, he grabbed you for support. His weight pushed you back and over the couch, your hands dug into his back as you landed on the couch.
"Weee*hic*" he word became muffled when he shoved his face into the couch cushion next to your neck. His warm, alchol scented breathe made goosebumps prickle on your skin.
"Jeff get the hell off, I need to rest" you danced around the saying words 'go to sleep' fully knowing he would attempt that. A muffled 'Noooooo' was all you got in reply, your eye twitched. Tommarrow you had to be up early and help set up Slender's notes and markings with Masky and Hoodie.
"I'm goin' to sleep on you ok?. Ok" Jeff grumbled raising his head, words becoming slurred between hics.
"Jeff please, I- What the hell man!?" you sheirked as he buried his face between your breasts laughing as he did. You face burned with embarrasment, you weren't used to being touch by others.
"These are great pillows" he rubbed his face into your chest, your hands pinched his shoulders tightly forcing him back up. With lightning reflexes he drew his knife hovering it over your head.
"I'm going *hic* sleep on your boobies" sweat dropped down your temple, he was still dazed yet could easiley kill you. You sighed in defeat, your arms rested by your side. Jeff slid his knife back into his pocket, grinning down at you.
"Yay*hic*" he cheered putting his face back between your busom, his arms wrapped around you holding you in place. With no chance to slip away and leave him downstairs and lock your door, you pulled the blacket that rested on the top of the couch over you. Jeff repostioned himself one last time to get his sleeping mask from his pocket. Resting you head on the couch arm you tried to get some sleep. It was impossible tho because Jeff kept randomly moaning your name in his sleep.