Creepypasta - What Does the Fox Say? - Jeff (2/2)

Walking into the kitchen, you crawled under the table internally laughing, you were going to get Jeff again. You swore on it. It just had to work again. You hoped to get the same reaction out of him like last time, or maybe even better. You waited.
You ended up waiting for an hour. Groaning you mentally face palmed. ‘I shouldn’t have gotten up this early, he never gets up at 5.’
Yes you woke up at 5 am hoping to catch the raven haired male, but sadly, it didn’t work that way.
You thought that he’d at least get up to use the bathroom, he always does, you wanted to catch him before he made it into the sanctuary so he would pee his pants. BUT NOOOOO. He probably knew you were going to try again.

Wondering if he was sneaking around the house, you crawled out from under the table, eyes scanning your surroundings, you slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen door and were about to open it when you heard whistling.
Jeff.

He’s the only one that’s terrible at whistling like that. You quickly dove back under the table and you saw his feet heading towards the bathroom.
Yep just like you suspected.
Your evil grin creeped back onto your face as you tip-toed ninja like up behind him.
“WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!” You screamed and you swear to god you could see his pants getting wet.

Success.

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT (Y/N)!” He yelled as he whipped around, and not expecting the little peck on the lips you gave him, causing his face to get as red as a tomato and you ran away towards your room giggling like a maniac.
Once you made it into your room you shut and locked the door and slumped down against it, still giggling.

Jeff The Killer has officially been trolled. “Trololol~”.