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Jeff peered into the bathroom, his lidless eyes resting on (y/n)’s naked form. He felt a blush form on his white cheeks. That wasn’t what he was expecting to see. “I win,” he whispered softly as he slowly approached the boy. (y/n) backed away from him and tried to cover himself up. “Silly kid,” Jeff whispered as he grabbed onto (y/n)’s arm. “You should have known better than to try to run away.”

“If you’re going to kill me just do it!” (y/n) snapped. “I’m not going to play any games, ok? If all you want to do is kill me, then fine.”

Jeff held his knife up to (y/n)’s throat. “Why aren’t you afraid?”

“I don’t care anymore, that’s why,” (y/n) growled. The truth was that he would rather have this psycho kill him then leave forever than wait until his family was home and kill them too.

Jeff blushed a bit. No human had ever been so blunt and defiant toward him before. (y/n) was even looking him in the eye. “Where are your clothes?” he asked (y/n) softly.

“In the laundry basket,” (y/n) spat. It was kind of obvious. His pants were hanging off the side and everything.

“Well, get dressed,” Jeff nearly yelled at (y/n). He didn’t like it when other Creepypasta spoke to him like that, let alone a lesser being like those shitty humans.

(y/n) did what he was told. He didn’t notice how Jeff the Killer was staring at him intently as he dressed himself. “Why does it matter?” (y/n) asked him softly.

“I’m not going to kill you...yet…” Jeff told him with a crazier smile than he normally had. “No...I think I’m going to keep you around.” He threw (y/n) over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. Laughing Jack was standing in the hallway, glaring at the two as Jeff carried (y/n) away. “See yah, Jack,” Jeff called as he carried (y/n) away.

Jeff the Killer carried (y/n) towards the foggy woods in his backyard. “Why aren’t you struggling anymore?” he asked (y/n) before entering the woods. He wanted so badly to brutally murder (y/n) a few moments ago--and (y/n) was prepared to defend himself until the end. But the circumstances had suddenly changed substantially. It seemed as though (y/n) had just given up. And Jeff knew he wouldn’t have as much fun if (y/n) wasn’t fighting back the entire time.

“Why would I want to give you the satisfaction?” (y/n) grumbled. He stared intently at the ground as Jeff carried him away from his home. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the mansion. You belong to me now, so no one will bother you there. Only I can cause...any kind of harm to you,” Jeff informed him as he adjusted the kid on his shoulder. Jeff moved his hand down (y/n)’s butt and roughly grabbed one cheek. (y/n) butt reflexively clenched, making Jeff chuckle. “Maybe I won’t kill you at all. Who knows what kind of fun I could have with someone like you?”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so...defiant.”

No one was at the mansion when Jeff had brought (y/n) home. That was weird. Normally at least one person was there at all times. Jeff didn't mind too much. That just meant that he had some peace and quiet to break his new toy in.

(y/n) was slammed heavily onto Jeff's bed. "You're a lot heavier than you look," he spat at him.

"Thanks," (y/n) grumble back. "I try."

Jeff the Killer began to pace back and forth in front of (y/n). "What to do now?" He asked himself quietly as he began to play with his knife. "I at least should punish you for all the trouble you've caused me."

(y/n) was about to ask him what he was going to do, but Jeff stabbed his hand, pinning it to the mattress. (y/n) cried out in pain as Jeff pulled the knife out. "How does it feel?"

"Awesome," (y/n) spat as he held his bleeding hand to his chest. "You should stab me in the chest now."

"But that would kill you, silly," Jeff told him as he sat down on the bed next to him. "I don't want to kill you just yet...but you can still go to sleep."

"If I do go to sleep, will you kill me?" (y/n) nearly begged him.

"We'll have to wait and see," Jef whispered in his ear.

(y/n) pushed him away with his good hand and rolled onto his side on the bed. "That's what I'm hoping for."

Jeff had never met a human to stand up to him like that. Not once. They all cringed at the sight of his mutilated face and cried in fear at the sight of his bloodied knife. (y/n) had done neither of those things. Sure, he had been afraid that Jeff would kill him, but that hadn't stopped him from looking into the monster's eyes.

Jeff stared at (y/n) as he slept. He took his bleeding hand in his own and began to gently wrap it. The pain woke (y/n) up with a start. He pulled his hand out of Jeff’s grasp and glared at him in silence. “I was just bandaging it,” Jeff grumbled. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You didn’t give me enough time to put on underwear…” (y/n) grumbled as he turned away from Jeff. “You took me away from my home because of some stupid grudge you have against me for surviving one of your attacks. What are you going to do to me if you aren’t going to kill me?”

“I...don’t know yet,” Jeff admitted to himself. He was disgusted by the fact that he didn’t want to kill (y/n). And even if he did want to kill (y/n), he knew that he couldn’t. Someone so strong should have been on his side. He didn’t want to fight (y/n) at all. “(y/n)?” Jeff asked quietly after a while.

“What?” (y/n) replied gruffly.

“Is my face scary?” he asked him quietly.

“Absolutely,” (y/n) replied. “It’s like some Japanese night terror.”

“Why don’t you act afraid then?”

(y/n) suddenly rolled back over and glared daggers at Jeff. “Because I am not afraid of monsters like you. I don’t care about when or how I die. You’re an asshole, but you don’t scare me.”

“I don’t?” Jeff sat up and leaned over (y/n) a bit. “Then what does scare you?”

(y/n) chuckled and pushed Jeff away a bit. “Do I look like an idiot? I’m not telling you.”

“Fine…” Jeff whispered. “Maybe Jack will tell me. You’re afraid of something...and I’ll make sure to find out what it is.”

Laughing Jack would have no part of Jeff’s schemes. He wouldn’t even look at (y/n). But he had been keeping tabs on his little brother. Alfred was up all night every night, crying over the loss of his big brother. (y/n) had just...disappeared. There was no trace of him. (y/n) left nothing but a tub filled with dirty water. It was hard for even Laughing Jack to watch the boy cry every night for his big brother. He understood what (y/n)’s fear was. He couldn’t stand to look at one of Jeff’s belongings...but he knew that (y/n)’s fears were coming true.

“Have you killed the brat yet?” he asked Jeff one day. Jack was on his way to some city with lots of kids...but he stopped by the mansion’s kitchen to find Jeff frying eggs. He often found Jeff doing this in the morning. It had happened every morning since Jeff had brought (y/n) to the mansion. That was about a week ago.

“Shut it,” Jeff growled.

“Are you ever going to kill him?”

“What does it matter to you?”

“Are you getting feelings for the guy?”

“You don't know what you’re talking about,” Jeff spit. He slid the egg off of the pan and onto a plate. “Now, get outta my way.”

Jack chuckled and patted Jeff on the head. “Squirt does have feelings for the human. I would normally be disgusted, but I have confidence that it won’t work out.”

“Oh really?” Jeff asked, though he didn’t want to hear it. “Why’s that?”

“Because, (y/n) has a broken heart and you’re fugly face isn’t going to mend it.”

“What?”

“And even if you fixed things...I doubt you would go through the trouble of keeping his life intact enough for him to enjoy living…”

“What are you talking about?” Jeff asked him. This time, he was interested. (y/n) wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t speak. He would just lie in bed, day after day, and ignore Jeff no matter what he did. Jeff the Killer wished that he could have just killed the brat. But something in those (e/c) eyes brought feeling back into his cold heart. He didn’t want to let that go. He didn’t want to let (y/n) go…

“(y/n) misses his family,” Laughing Jack chuckled. “But if you return him to his family, you’ll end up losing all contact with him. If you keep him here...he’ll probably end up starving himself to death.” Jack continued to laugh to himself as he left the kitchen.

Jeff stood there in silence for a while, a plate of fried eggs in his hand that probably wouldn’t be eaten. He never intended for fall for any human--let alone someone like (y/n). But (y/n)’s bravery, and his tenacity...it all came together in those once bright (e/c) eyes. Jeff didn’t want to hurt (y/n) any more than he already had. He didn’t want (y/n) to resent him any more than he already did. Jeff knew what he had to do...but it wouldn’t be enjoyable in the least.

“You want to go home?” Jeff asked (y/n) quietly.

“Are you offering? Or do you just want to get a reaction out of me?” (y/n) replied without moving his face out of his pillow.

“I want to make a deal with you,” Jeff told him sternly. “Eat breakfast first.”

Jeff watched as (y/n) lazily rolled over and sat up. He held his hands fearlessly out to Jeff--one was still bandaged from where Jeff had stabbed him--and took the fried eggs. “What deal do you want to make?” he asked with food in his mouth.

“If you...promise to let me come over whenever I want...and if you...like me...I’ll let you go home. I’ll even...protect you and your family.”

“What?” (y/n) asked loudly. His eyes even seemed to light up a bit. “You’re not just messing with me? You mean it? That’s our deal?”

“Eh? You like that deal?” Jeff asked him quietly. He was getting a little excited just by (y/n)’s reaction.

(y/n) nodded happily and got out of bed for the first time in days. He weakly stepped towards Jeff and wrapped his arms around the monster. He held Jeff closer than Jeff ever thought he would and buried his face in the crook of his neck. “I love it...I would love it if you would protect Alfred from monsters like you.”

Monsters like me… Jeff thought bitterly. Even though he knew (y/n) was just being honest, it hurt. He didn’t want (y/n) to see him as a monster anymore. And why would I waste my time protecting useless people like this “Alfred” guy? What is he to (y/n)? Is he a boyfriend or something? That’s not part of the deal! “W-who’s Alfred?” Jeff asked (y/n) quietly.

“He’s my little brother,” (y/n) told him, not letting Jeff out of his embrace. “Thank you so much. I accept this deal completely. I will love you forever if you let me go home and protect Alfred.”

“Love me?

“Of course,” (y/n) promised. “Nothing would mean more to me than you letting me go home. You can visit any time you want. You can even stay over if you want to. I just want to go home.”

“Would you...prove it...with...with a kiss?” Jeff hesitated to ask.

(y/n) pulled away a bit. Jeff was a bit worried. He was finally starting to break through to (y/n). It was a strange feeling for him to actually care about what (y/n) thought of him. He didn’t know what he would do if (y/n) refused--or worse--what if he laughed?
(y/n) both surprised and relieved Jeff the Killer when he smiled slightly. He closed his (e/c) eyes and pressed his lips against Jeff’s. If Jeff had eyelids, he would have closed his as well. It was bliss--more bliss than he had felt in a long time. (y/n) was so gentle. He started to mold his lips to Jeff’s, ignoring the scars on the corners of his mouth.

Jeff wrapped his arms around (y/n) slowly, pulling him close. He pulled away after a while and looked into (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes. “Am I still a monster?”

“Of course,” (y/n) replied softly. “But monsters can still be kind. They can still be loved.”

“So we have a deal?”

“Forever.”

“Then let’s get you home,” Jeff mumbled against (y/n)’s lips as he kissed him again.

(y/n) opened the door to his house. “I’m home,” he called quietly into the house. “Anyone here?”

“(y/n)?” a voice sounded from the living room. Alfred peered around the corner to get a look at whoever was in his house. “(y/n)!” he screamed with joy as he raced into his brother’s arms. “Where were you? I missed you so much!” His blue eyes watered as he stared up at his big brother.

“I missed you too,” (y/n) murmured as he ran his fingers through Alfred’s blonde locks. (y/n) stood up, holding Alfred close. He closed the door behind him and headed to his room. “I was at a friend's house,” he told the kid. He wasn’t lying. Jeff was actually waiting for (y/n) in his room right now. He crawled in ahead through (y/n)’s window. “He’s actually here right now. I want you to meet him.”

“Meet him?” Alfred asked quietly.

“Yeah...His name it Jeff. He looks a little different--kind of like the people at the Freakshow from the carnival. But he won’t hurt you or anything, ok? There’s no need to be afraid of him.”

“I won’t be afraid. I’m not afraid of anything. I want to be a hero just liked you someday. Heroes can’t be afraid of anything.”

“Well…” (y/n) murmured as he reached his room. “Heroes can be afraid of a few things…” He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Jeff the Killer was sitting on his bed. “Alfred, this is Jeff. Jeff, this is Alfred, my little brother.”

Jeff looked at Alfred in silence, praying silently that he wasn’t going to terrify the kid. Alfred smiled brightly and waved to the monster. “Hi!”

“H-hi,” Jeff replied quietly.

(y/n) put his little brother down. “It’s late; you should go to bed. I’ll be right here in the morning, ok?”

“Goodnight, Big Brother,” Alfred whispered. He kissed his brother on the cheek before heading off to his own room.

(y/n) closed to door after him and turned toward Jeff. “The hardest part is over,” (y/n) told him with a smile.

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Jeff asked him quietly, “Losing your little brother? Is that your fear?”

“So you finally figured it out?” He raced toward Jeff and tackled him onto the bed. It was strange, (y/n) seemed so happy the moment he heard that he might be able to return home. Once Jeff accepted the fact that this was where (y/n) belonged, he realized that (y/n) was a bright, happy individual who simply loved his family and his life. but (y/n) now loved one more thing. “It feels good,” he told Jeff as they cuddled on his bed, “not being afraid of creepy clowns trying to kill my brother...or serial killers coming after my family.”

“I’m still going to kill people,” Jeff informed him. “It’s in my nature.”

“Just no one around here, right?” (y/n) clarified as he kissed Jeff on the cheek. “I know what you are. And I can accept that. But you need to accept that you have a heart. That’s why you couldn’t kill me. That’s why you’ve brought me home. And that’s why I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“I’m rather glad that you stabbed my hand,” Jeff confessed quietly. “I would have killed you if you hadn’t. Then I never would have found my heart...I never would have fallen in love with you…”

“Yeah well...you didn’t have to stab my hand too, freak,” (y/n) grumbled before he kissed Jeff goodnight.

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Jeff peered into the bathroom, his lidless eyes resting on (y/n)’s naked form. He felt a blush form on his white cheeks. That wasn’t what he was expecting to see. “I win,” he whispered softly as he slowly approached the boy. (y/n) backed away from him and tried to cover himself up. “Silly kid,” Jeff whispered as he grabbed onto (y/n)’s arm. “You should have known better than to try to run away.”

“If you’re going to kill me just do it!” (y/n) snapped. “I’m not going to play any games, ok? If all you want to do is kill me, then fine.”

Jeff held his knife up to (y/n)’s throat. “Why aren’t you afraid?”

“I don’t care anymore, that’s why,” (y/n) growled. The truth was that he would rather have this psycho kill him then leave forever than wait until his family was home and kill them too.

Jeff blushed a bit. No human had ever been so blunt and defiant toward him before. (y/n) was even looking him in the eye. “Where are your clothes?” he asked (y/n) softly.

“In the laundry basket,” (y/n) spat. It was kind of obvious. His pants were hanging off the side and everything.

“Well, get dressed,” Jeff nearly yelled at (y/n). He didn’t like it when other Creepypasta spoke to him like that, let alone a lesser being like those shitty humans.

(y/n) did what he was told. He didn’t notice how Jeff the Killer was staring at him intently as he dressed himself. “Why does it matter?” (y/n) asked him softly.

“I’m not going to kill you...yet…” Jeff told him with a crazier smile than he normally had. “No...I think I’m going to keep you around.” He threw (y/n) over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. Laughing Jack was standing in the hallway, glaring at the two as Jeff carried (y/n) away. “See yah, Jack,” Jeff called as he carried (y/n) away.

Jeff the Killer carried (y/n) towards the foggy woods in his backyard. “Why aren’t you struggling anymore?” he asked (y/n) before entering the woods. He wanted so badly to brutally murder (y/n) a few moments ago--and (y/n) was prepared to defend himself until the end. But the circumstances had suddenly changed substantially. It seemed as though (y/n) had just given up. And Jeff knew he wouldn’t have as much fun if (y/n) wasn’t fighting back the entire time.

“Why would I want to give you the satisfaction?” (y/n) grumbled. He stared intently at the ground as Jeff carried him away from his home. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the mansion. You belong to me now, so no one will bother you there. Only I can cause...any kind of harm to you,” Jeff informed him as he adjusted the kid on his shoulder. Jeff moved his hand down (y/n)’s butt and roughly grabbed one cheek. (y/n) butt reflexively clenched, making Jeff chuckle. “Maybe I won’t kill you at all. Who knows what kind of fun I could have with someone like you?”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so...defiant.”

No one was at the mansion when Jeff had brought (y/n) home. That was weird. Normally at least one person was there at all times. Jeff didn't mind too much. That just meant that he had some peace and quiet to break his new toy in.

(y/n) was slammed heavily onto Jeff's bed. "You're a lot heavier than you look," he spat at him.

"Thanks," (y/n) grumble back. "I try."

Jeff the Killer began to pace back and forth in front of (y/n). "What to do now?" He asked himself quietly as he began to play with his knife. "I at least should punish you for all the trouble you've caused me."

(y/n) was about to ask him what he was going to do, but Jeff stabbed his hand, pinning it to the mattress. (y/n) cried out in pain as Jeff pulled the knife out. "How does it feel?"

"Awesome," (y/n) spat as he held his bleeding hand to his chest. "You should stab me in the chest now."

"But that would kill you, silly," Jeff told him as he sat down on the bed next to him. "I don't want to kill you just yet...but you can still go to sleep."

"If I do go to sleep, will you kill me?" (y/n) nearly begged him.

"We'll have to wait and see," Jef whispered in his ear.

(y/n) pushed him away with his good hand and rolled onto his side on the bed. "That's what I'm hoping for."

Jeff had never met a human to stand up to him like that. Not once. They all cringed at the sight of his mutilated face and cried in fear at the sight of his bloodied knife. (y/n) had done neither of those things. Sure, he had been afraid that Jeff would kill him, but that hadn't stopped him from looking into the monster's eyes.

Jeff stared at (y/n) as he slept. He took his bleeding hand in his own and began to gently wrap it. The pain woke (y/n) up with a start. He pulled his hand out of Jeff’s grasp and glared at him in silence. “I was just bandaging it,” Jeff grumbled. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You didn’t give me enough time to put on underwear…” (y/n) grumbled as he turned away from Jeff. “You took me away from my home because of some stupid grudge you have against me for surviving one of your attacks. What are you going to do to me if you aren’t going to kill me?”

“I...don’t know yet,” Jeff admitted to himself. He was disgusted by the fact that he didn’t want to kill (y/n). And even if he did want to kill (y/n), he knew that he couldn’t. Someone so strong should have been on his side. He didn’t want to fight (y/n) at all. “(y/n)?” Jeff asked quietly after a while.

“What?” (y/n) replied gruffly.

“Is my face scary?” he asked him quietly.

“Absolutely,” (y/n) replied. “It’s like some Japanese night terror.”

“Why don’t you act afraid then?”

(y/n) suddenly rolled back over and glared daggers at Jeff. “Because I am not afraid of monsters like you. I don’t care about when or how I die. You’re an asshole, but you don’t scare me.”

“I don’t?” Jeff sat up and leaned over (y/n) a bit. “Then what does scare you?”

(y/n) chuckled and pushed Jeff away a bit. “Do I look like an idiot? I’m not telling you.”

“Fine…” Jeff whispered. “Maybe Jack will tell me. You’re afraid of something...and I’ll make sure to find out what it is.”

Laughing Jack would have no part of Jeff’s schemes. He wouldn’t even look at (y/n). But he had been keeping tabs on his little brother. Alfred was up all night every night, crying over the loss of his big brother. (y/n) had just...disappeared. There was no trace of him. (y/n) left nothing but a tub filled with dirty water. It was hard for even Laughing Jack to watch the boy cry every night for his big brother. He understood what (y/n)’s fear was. He couldn’t stand to look at one of Jeff’s belongings...but he knew that (y/n)’s fears were coming true.

“Have you killed the brat yet?” he asked Jeff one day. Jack was on his way to some city with lots of kids...but he stopped by the mansion’s kitchen to find Jeff frying eggs. He often found Jeff doing this in the morning. It had happened every morning since Jeff had brought (y/n) to the mansion. That was about a week ago.

“Shut it,” Jeff growled.

“Are you ever going to kill him?”

“What does it matter to you?”

“Are you getting feelings for the guy?”

“You don't know what you’re talking about,” Jeff spit. He slid the egg off of the pan and onto a plate. “Now, get outta my way.”

Jack chuckled and patted Jeff on the head. “Squirt does have feelings for the human. I would normally be disgusted, but I have confidence that it won’t work out.”

“Oh really?” Jeff asked, though he didn’t want to hear it. “Why’s that?”

“Because, (y/n) has a broken heart and you’re fugly face isn’t going to mend it.”

“What?”

“And even if you fixed things...I doubt you would go through the trouble of keeping his life intact enough for him to enjoy living…”

“What are you talking about?” Jeff asked him. This time, he was interested. (y/n) wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t speak. He would just lie in bed, day after day, and ignore Jeff no matter what he did. Jeff the Killer wished that he could have just killed the brat. But something in those (e/c) eyes brought feeling back into his cold heart. He didn’t want to let that go. He didn’t want to let (y/n) go…

“(y/n) misses his family,” Laughing Jack chuckled. “But if you return him to his family, you’ll end up losing all contact with him. If you keep him here...he’ll probably end up starving himself to death.” Jack continued to laugh to himself as he left the kitchen.

Jeff stood there in silence for a while, a plate of fried eggs in his hand that probably wouldn’t be eaten. He never intended for fall for any human--let alone someone like (y/n). But (y/n)’s bravery, and his tenacity...it all came together in those once bright (e/c) eyes. Jeff didn’t want to hurt (y/n) any more than he already had. He didn’t want (y/n) to resent him any more than he already did. Jeff knew what he had to do...but it wouldn’t be enjoyable in the least.

“You want to go home?” Jeff asked (y/n) quietly.

“Are you offering? Or do you just want to get a reaction out of me?” (y/n) replied without moving his face out of his pillow.

“I want to make a deal with you,” Jeff told him sternly. “Eat breakfast first.”

Jeff watched as (y/n) lazily rolled over and sat up. He held his hands fearlessly out to Jeff--one was still bandaged from where Jeff had stabbed him--and took the fried eggs. “What deal do you want to make?” he asked with food in his mouth.

“If you...promise to let me come over whenever I want...and if you...like me...I’ll let you go home. I’ll even...protect you and your family.”

“What?” (y/n) asked loudly. His eyes even seemed to light up a bit. “You’re not just messing with me? You mean it? That’s our deal?”

“Eh? You like that deal?” Jeff asked him quietly. He was getting a little excited just by (y/n)’s reaction.

(y/n) nodded happily and got out of bed for the first time in days. He weakly stepped towards Jeff and wrapped his arms around the monster. He held Jeff closer than Jeff ever thought he would and buried his face in the crook of his neck. “I love it...I would love it if you would protect Alfred from monsters like you.”

Monsters like me… Jeff thought bitterly. Even though he knew (y/n) was just being honest, it hurt. He didn’t want (y/n) to see him as a monster anymore. And why would I waste my time protecting useless people like this “Alfred” guy? What is he to (y/n)? Is he a boyfriend or something? That’s not part of the deal! “W-who’s Alfred?” Jeff asked (y/n) quietly.

“He’s my little brother,” (y/n) told him, not letting Jeff out of his embrace. “Thank you so much. I accept this deal completely. I will love you forever if you let me go home and protect Alfred.”

“Love me?

“Of course,” (y/n) promised. “Nothing would mean more to me than you letting me go home. You can visit any time you want. You can even stay over if you want to. I just want to go home.”

“Would you...prove it...with...with a kiss?” Jeff hesitated to ask.

(y/n) pulled away a bit. Jeff was a bit worried. He was finally starting to break through to (y/n). It was a strange feeling for him to actually care about what (y/n) thought of him. He didn’t know what he would do if (y/n) refused--or worse--what if he laughed?
(y/n) both surprised and relieved Jeff the Killer when he smiled slightly. He closed his (e/c) eyes and pressed his lips against Jeff’s. If Jeff had eyelids, he would have closed his as well. It was bliss--more bliss than he had felt in a long time. (y/n) was so gentle. He started to mold his lips to Jeff’s, ignoring the scars on the corners of his mouth.

Jeff wrapped his arms around (y/n) slowly, pulling him close. He pulled away after a while and looked into (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes. “Am I still a monster?”

“Of course,” (y/n) replied softly. “But monsters can still be kind. They can still be loved.”

“So we have a deal?”

“Forever.”

“Then let’s get you home,” Jeff mumbled against (y/n)’s lips as he kissed him again.

(y/n) opened the door to his house. “I’m home,” he called quietly into the house. “Anyone here?”

“(y/n)?” a voice sounded from the living room. Alfred peered around the corner to get a look at whoever was in his house. “(y/n)!” he screamed with joy as he raced into his brother’s arms. “Where were you? I missed you so much!” His blue eyes watered as he stared up at his big brother.

“I missed you too,” (y/n) murmured as he ran his fingers through Alfred’s blonde locks. (y/n) stood up, holding Alfred close. He closed the door behind him and headed to his room. “I was at a friend's house,” he told the kid. He wasn’t lying. Jeff was actually waiting for (y/n) in his room right now. He crawled in ahead through (y/n)’s window. “He’s actually here right now. I want you to meet him.”

“Meet him?” Alfred asked quietly.

“Yeah...His name it Jeff. He looks a little different--kind of like the people at the Freakshow from the carnival. But he won’t hurt you or anything, ok? There’s no need to be afraid of him.”

“I won’t be afraid. I’m not afraid of anything. I want to be a hero just liked you someday. Heroes can’t be afraid of anything.”

“Well…” (y/n) murmured as he reached his room. “Heroes can be afraid of a few things…” He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Jeff the Killer was sitting on his bed. “Alfred, this is Jeff. Jeff, this is Alfred, my little brother.”

Jeff looked at Alfred in silence, praying silently that he wasn’t going to terrify the kid. Alfred smiled brightly and waved to the monster. “Hi!”

“H-hi,” Jeff replied quietly.

(y/n) put his little brother down. “It’s late; you should go to bed. I’ll be right here in the morning, ok?”

“Goodnight, Big Brother,” Alfred whispered. He kissed his brother on the cheek before heading off to his own room.

(y/n) closed to door after him and turned toward Jeff. “The hardest part is over,” (y/n) told him with a smile.

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Jeff asked him quietly, “Losing your little brother? Is that your fear?”

“So you finally figured it out?” He raced toward Jeff and tackled him onto the bed. It was strange, (y/n) seemed so happy the moment he heard that he might be able to return home. Once Jeff accepted the fact that this was where (y/n) belonged, he realized that (y/n) was a bright, happy individual who simply loved his family and his life. but (y/n) now loved one more thing. “It feels good,” he told Jeff as they cuddled on his bed, “not being afraid of creepy clowns trying to kill my brother...or serial killers coming after my family.”

“I’m still going to kill people,” Jeff informed him. “It’s in my nature.”

“Just no one around here, right?” (y/n) clarified as he kissed Jeff on the cheek. “I know what you are. And I can accept that. But you need to accept that you have a heart. That’s why you couldn’t kill me. That’s why you’ve brought me home. And that’s why I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“I’m rather glad that you stabbed my hand,” Jeff confessed quietly. “I would have killed you if you hadn’t. Then I never would have found my heart...I never would have fallen in love with you…”

“Yeah well...you didn’t have to stab my hand too, freak,” (y/n) grumbled before he kissed Jeff goodnight.