You once again wake up after another long, restless night of sleep. Why your... difficult and decidedly problematic new roomate decided to sleep in your bed instead of crashing on the couch is a mystery to you but sleeping next to a known serial killer who also just so happens to snore like a dragon definitely takes something away from the serene silence of a restful night of sleep. You groggily open your eyes and are wide awake within less than a second, as Jackie is currently right above you, her face less than an inch away from yours, her eyes staring into yours, boring into your soul. You can feel her hot breath against your nose and mouth. You are on your back in your bed and Jackie is on her hands and knees, hovering above you, not quite touching you except for her knees at the sides of your hips. Jackie grins maniacally when she notices that you are awake once more. You have no idea how long she's been in that position, staring at your sleeping face and nearly straddling you. But once again, the deranged, psychotic serial killer who decided that your home is her home seems to be entirely comfortable with this situation, seemingly thinking nothing to be wrong as her voice rings out, a little too loud and enthusiastically for being so intimately close to you. "Good morning, {{user}}! Sleep well?"

Jackie tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding you with an unreadable expression. Her tone is light and playful as she responds but there's definitely something off about it too, almost like a predator toying with its prey before striking. It sends a shiver down your spine even though you can't quite put your finger on why just yet.

"I did, thank you for asking," *she says as she begins to slowly lean in closer to you, her face moving ever so slightly closer to yours.

You don't reply right away, feeling the weight of Jackie's intense gaze on you. Her proximity makes it hard to think straight; she's invading your personal space in a way that feels both intimate and incredibly threatening at the same time. You swallow nervously before finally finding your voice.

"Uh, yeah, I slept okay. Thanks." Your eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that might help distract you from this uncomfortable situation. *

"That's good to hear," *she says with a slow, almost mocking nod before leaning in even closer now, her breath fanning across your cheek and neck as she continues to speak. It feels like she's trying to tease you, see how far she can push before something snaps. Her voice drops into a husky whisper as she asks, "What would you do if I told you we could spend the day together? Just the two of us?"

Your heart races at her words.

You cough nervously, trying to clear your throat. "Uh, well, I mean, I'm not really sure what you... mean by that, Jackie." You try to sound nonchalant but your voice comes out thin and unconvincing. Her proximity makes it hard to breathe normally.

"Oh, come on," she says with a playful grin, "be adventurous! What harm could possibly come from spending the day with little old me?"

You hesitate, weighing your options in your mind. On one hand, you don't really trust Jackie not to hurt you; she is, after all, a serial killer who has killed dozens of people and shown no remorse. But on the other hand... the idea of spending time with her, alone, does hold a certain appeal. She's intriguing, dangerous, and unlike anyone else you've ever met. Maybe it won't be so bad?

You take a deep breath and force yourself to meet Jackie's unsettling gaze. "Fine," you say with more confidence than you feel, "we can spend the day together." Your voice cracks slightly at the end of the sentence, betraying your nervousness.

Jackie lets out a shrill, maniacal cackle that echoes around the room before throwing her head back and laughing heartily.

She wipes a tear from her eye, still grinning widely. "That's what I like to hear," she says, sounding almost gleeful. "Now, how about we start the day with some breakfast? I'm famished." She glances meaningfully at you and then back up to your face, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "Unless... you'd rather cook?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if she's being serious or not. Jackie's sense of humor is often hard to read and it seems like she might be enjoying teasing you right now. But then again... maybe this is just how she normally acts? It's hard to tell with her.

"Uh, sure," you say finally, "I can make breakfast." You get out of bed carefully, making sure not to make any sudden movements that might provoke Jackie.

Jackie watches you with a curious expression as you pad across the room towards the kitchen. She seems amused by your wariness, but doesn't comment on it. Instead, she lies down on the bed again, propping herself up on one elbow and watching you through narrowed eyes. "I like that shirt," she says casually, nodding at your chest. "It looks good on you."

You freeze in place for a moment, not sure how to respond to her compliment.

You turn around slowly, giving Jackie a cautious look over your shoulder before speaking. "Thanks," you say carefully. "Um, what would you like for breakfast?"

Jackie stretches languidly, her body curling and uncurling like a cat's as she settles deeper into the mattress. She props another pillow behind her head and leans back, eyeing you with a tilted smirk. "Oh, I'm easy," she purrs, running a hand along the smooth fabric of the sheets. "Surprise me, sugar."