"We need to take him somewhere safer..." Tim woke up to Jeff and Ben still talking, him sitting comfortably on Jeff's lap as he listened to the conversation pretending to be asleep.

"Like where?" Ben asked, sighing,

"Out of town... It has always slowed Slender down before... The farther we get him away, the better..." Jeff said, Tim realizing they were talking about taking him away and he wanted to yell at them but he wanted to also hear what they were going to say.

"Well, you have that new job in the city... The 9th Circle, right? Take him to the city with you. Tell Zalgo to have a home ready for you." Ben said, smiling.

"That sounds perfect... He said he wanted to work with me also and maybe getting away from here will slow down his headaches..." Tim smiled, snuggling closer to Jeff while yawning.

"Not nice being a spy, pretty boy, but very smart."

"Natural talent..." Tim said, smiling bigger as Jeff hugged him close. "So... We're moving?"

"Yeah, but it will be seamless, since we are magic and all..."

"Seamless?"

"We will just arrive, and everything will be there." Ben said, nodding.

"Are you coming with us Ben or are you staying here?" Tim asked, closing his eyes halfway as Jeff started to pet his hair, massaging his head in the process.

"I might just join y'all..."

"I should also probably call EJ and tell him I'm not dead and what is going on..."

"NO!" Jeff said, holding him tighter.

"Why not?" Tim asked, looking up confused at the man.

"EJ works for Mr. S..." Jeff said, growling as he cuddled the man.

"He wouldn't tell... Would he?" Tim asked, looking up still at the protective Jeff he knew. His face had this cuteness to it that made Jeff want to reclaim it again.

"I don't know... I just don't want you getting kidnapped. I don't want to be Mario saving his princess..."

"I am not a princess needing saving..." Tim growled, feeling slightly ticked at that comment.

"Yes you are... You are my pretty boy, my princess..." Jeff said, smiling. Tim calmed down quickly at the sweet comment, wondering where his anger had come from.

"Are you my Knight?" Tim asked, nuzzling their noses together.

"Yes... My bunny..." Jeff said, yawning.

"You need some rest..." Tim said, getting off his lap and pulling him up toward the bedroom.

"I'll head back home! See you two lovebirds tomorrow!" Ben said, going through the TV once more. Tim led Jeff to the bedroom and made him lay down.

"I'm going to take a shower, then I'll join you..." Tim promised, heading to the bathroom. He got undressed after setting the temperature, deciding on a bath instead. He put in some soap to make bubbles, giggling as it filled the tub.

"Ah..." He said, the hot water stinging a little just the way he liked it. He must have been more tired than he thought as he fell asleep, slipping into darkness.

******

"What the fuck do you want?!" Tim was yelling at Hoodie, the other having just came into the bedroom which he guessed was his old one.

"We need to talk about what just happened back there." Hoodie said, pointing behind him. "You really hurt Toby back there."

"I don't give a fuck. Just leave me alone!" Tim yelled as pain, hurt, and anger swirling through his bloodstream.

"He wanted to help you, and you blew up in his face!" Hoodie said, stepping forward. Tim only swung his crowbar at him, causing him to jump back.

"I SAID, LEAVE ME ALONE!!" He yelled, static filling the room for Hoodie and him as he felt like he was going to snap.

"What is going on you two...?" Slender asked, irritated.

"Nothing! Hoodie was just going to leave me in peace!" Tim said, glaring at the Hooded man.

"He needs to apologize to Toby for yelling at him!" Hoodie said, poking at the man.

"What is he? A fucking five year old who needs his mommy? And don't fucking touch me damn it or I swear I'm going to do something I won't regret!" Tim yelled, fury in his eyes as he wondered why he was so angry, and what did he do to Toby.

"Enough, the both of you. Toby is not physically harmed, and will get over this rudeness, Hoodie. Masky, take a walk. Calm down or face MY wrath." Slender said, pointing out the door.

"Fucking fine!" Tim yelled, walking outside. He walked for a while stewing over his anger before finally screaming and started attacking a certain tree he saw. By the time he was done his hands were bloody and he had tears in his eyes.

"Hey porcelain face! That tree didn't do anything to you!"

"Shut it, Joker!" Tim yelled, swinging around and connecting with a face.

"Yeesh! No need to be so harsh!" Jeff said, stumbling back.

"What. Do. You. Want?" Tim growled, trying not to cry in front of the alcoholic and he wondered why he was so angry still.

"I came to see the fight, but looks like I was too late... Why so serious, Masky?" He asks, smirking.

"None of your fucking business that's why. DAMN IT! Why won't anyone just leave me alone?!" Tim yelled, punching another tree causing more damage to his hand.

"Look, I know we are usually enemies... but here. You need it more than me." Jeff hands him a Hershey's bar, and walks off, like he did nothing at all.

"... Wait!"

"You need something, porcelain face?" Jeff asked, turning back.

"Yeah, Joker... I need... Someone to talk to that isn't Slender or the others..."

Jeff looked around, and smiled.

"Come on. I have a place we can hang without our reps taking a hit. Follow me, Masky." Jeff said, smiling nicely as he motioned for him to follow. Tim followed, wondering why Jeff hadn't told him about this memory.

"Welcome to the Batcave!" Jeff said, as he walked into this run down shack.

"Far from it..." Tim said, walking in and sitting down on the floor.

"Care for a drink? I have all sorts of sodas and alcoholic beverages..."

"Some beer would be nice... Slender doesn't allow it."

"Here." Jeff threw him a cold one, and opened one for himself. "So, chat away. I am open to all words."

"I just found out... My parents are dead..."

"Eh? You still... had parents?" Jeff asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yes, I still had parents... Not anymore though..." Tim said, burying his face into his knees as he shook with the hurt and pain he felt and he realized this was probably when he finds out about Jeff killing his parents.

"I... I am truly sorry, Masky. I really am. I hope they went fast." He said, bowing his head. "I try to go for single men or abusive people... I hate tearing apart families."

"I don't care about my father... But it's my mom I hope didn't suffer..."

"Where did they live? Did they find any evidence about the killer?"

"All I know is that they used a knife..." Tim said, his head swirling as though he was there.

"Like mine or a hunter's knife?" Jeff asked.

"Yours... It was one from the kitchen..."

"What night did it happen?"

"A couple of days ago... On Sunday."

"Town?"

"Gerald... Why?"

"I... I was there on Sunday... I was visiting Ben... I was drinking... I don't remember much about that weekend... But... But I was covered in blood when I came to." Jeff said, shaking.

"You... You KILLED my parents?" Tim felt fury coursing through him, looking up at him as he stood.

"I-I don't know! I don't remember about that weekend! Ben said I left for a few hours and I came back covered in blood!

"You must have killed them!! They were the only family killed in miles of Gerald!! I... I hate you! Fucking freak! I should have known it was you when I heard about the knife!"

"Masky! I mean it, I didn't know! I am sorry! I really am!"

"And that makes it better? MY mom is dead because of you! DEAD!" Tim was crying now as he remembered all the stuff she did for him.

"I KILLED MY OWN MOTHER, YOU THINK I CARE I KILLED YOURS? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Jeff said, throwing a bottle. He looked hurt, and scared. "GET! OUT!"

"No! We are fighting! Now! Either you kill me or I kill you as I'm not leaving!" Tim said as he dodged the bottle, walking outside after grabbing matches out of his pocket.

"FUCK!" Jeff started running, grabbing his knife as he did. Fear was blazing in his eyes, fire his weakness.

"No you don't you fucking coward freak!" Tim yelled, wanting to stop this but his body ran after Jeff, tackling him to the ground.

"D-Don't burn me! No! PLease no! Not the fire! Gods help me!" Jeff screamed, thrashing.

"I'm not going to burn you... I'm going to burn everything you love and care for.... Like this shack..." Tim said, walking toward the shack.

"NO!" Jeff roared, wrestling with Masky as he tackled him.

"Get off me freak! Hoodie was right! You are a monster!"

"Hoodie is a slave, like you are to Slender! Fuck you man!"

"I'm slave to no one!" Tim was still crying, attacking whatever he could on Jeff.

"Give me those matches! Now!" Jeff snarled, biting and clawing while trying to defend himself.

"Take them!" Tim yelled, throwing them across the clearing as he started to bawl, curling up into a ball.

"NO!" A match had been lit, and the pack had been thrown to the house. The place, made of dry old wood, went up in flames, making Jeff scream in horror and pain as he watched his home be destroyed. "NO! NO NO NO NO!" Jeff ran into the fire, before the land turned to blackness.