It wasn't a secret that you and Jeff hated eachother, always arguing, mocking, or fighting eachother. You hated the killer, how self absorbed and cocky he was always ticked you off. And unfortunately you both where roommates.

You walked into your shared room after a killing spree, and of course seeing Jeff on his side of the room, wearing a plain black tank top and shorts. Your clothes bloody from your victims. "You stink." Jeff's anoyying and cocky voice says, smirk visible on his face.