Tim woke up in a different bed than what he remembered when he stayed at Jeff's house the first time with an arm around him. He looked next to him to see Jeff laying beside him, the owner of the arm.

Jeff was snoring away, looking paler than before, and his mouth seemed a bit wider as well. Tim stroked Jeff's hand, the bruises looking a lot better than they did, almost gone. Tim turned over until he was facing Jeff, Jeff making a scrunched up face before pulling Tim closer.

"Fragging animals takin' mah pretty boy..." He murmurs, still sleeping.

"Yours..." Tim said softly, smiling as he saw Jeff smile and it seemed to go bigger than what is possible.

"MAh-ne..." Tim giggled before trying to get up only to be held closer and tighter. "I said, MAH-NE..."

"Come on, Jeffy... I have to get up..." Tim cooed, twisting out of his grip.

"C'mon... Just a bit longer?" He mutters, yawning.

"Fine... But then I'm making you chocolate chip pancakes..." Tim said, letting himself be grabbed again before hands snaked their way around his waist.

"Yay..."

"So, am I just living with you for the rest of my life?" Tim asked, wondering if he should get his clothes from his house if he was staying longer than a week.

"Yep." Jeff said, chuckling.

"Then I can sell my house and give you the money to buy yourself some new shoes..." Tim snickered as Jeff glanced at his boots, which were falling apart.

"They are fine... Just like you. Fiiiiiiiine."

"Don't say things like that.." Tim said, blushing hard.

"Fiiiiiiine, like you."

"Oh god..." Tim said, hiding his face in Jeff's chest.

"I am, and you are my fiiiiiiine worshiper." Jeff said, smirking.

"Oh great god please don't tease me..."

"Heh! Heh heh!" Jeff chuckled at the scene, before waving him off. "Go get me my offering, worshiper! I demand pancakes!"

"Of course oh great god! I shall bring it to you in a jiffy!" Tim giggled, leaving before coming back ten minutes later with plate of pancakes covered in butter and Jeff's favorite syrup.

"Yeeeeaaaah!" Jeff sits up, licking his thin lips at the sight of the food.

"Great god called Jeff, please accept my offering!" Tim said, giggling at how weird it sounded.

"I accept the offering!" Jeff said, taking it and sticking out his tongue. He licked the pancake, before smiling wildly. "Tastes good!"

"What else do you require?"

"You to get a plate for yourself and come sit by me to watch TV!" Jeff said, smiling childishly.

"That, I can agree with..." Tim said, Jeff, Tim going to get himself a plate when he saw that Willy was whining at the door to go outside. "One sec! I have to take Willy out!!"

"Want me to do it?" Jeff asked, concerned.

"It's fine. I can do it!" Tim said, smiling as he opened the door and walked outside with Willy.

"Alright..." He murmured, worried.

"Ah..." Tim said, laying down on the grass outside, letting a flower tickle his face as Willy ran around. Tim closed his eyes for a minute, opening them only to yell as an object came toward his head, everything going black.

******

"Dumbasses! You think I wouldn't hear his yell? You are lucky I don't have my knife or I would have carved your faces like PUMPKINS!"

"We wanted to take Masky back."

"H-H-He belongs w-w-w-with us!!"

"Ugh..." Tim groaned, shifting on the ground before two arms picked him up.

"Are you alright, pretty boy?"

"DON'T call him that. His name is Masky, and he deserves respect, freak."

"H-H-Hoodie, ch-chill."

"Who just called you a freak?" Tim said, about to beat the snot out of whoever just said that.

"Masky? Are you harmed?"

"HIS NAME, is Tim, and YOU, need to fucking leave before I take him inside and get my knife!"

"Not without Masky!"

"My freaking name is Tim!" Tim said, getting up slowly and opening his eyes to see the two men from his dreams. "And you two can leave before I beat you for calling my friend a freak!"

"He is one, and before you were brainwashed, you used to call him much worse." The hooded man said, frowning.

"M-M-Masky!"

"IT'S TIM!!" Tim yelled, starting to hate that name the two men were calling him and he tried to calm down. "And I haven't been brainwashed... What on Earth would make you think that?"

"You are not the man we know. You are hanging out with this worthless piece of flesh... and defending him?" Hoodie said, stern.

"Leave. Now." Tim said, pointing to the woods as he shook from anger.

"Slenderman will not be happy..." Hoodie said.

"Y-Y-Your f-f-fault..." The other male said, walking off. Tim's knees gave out on him as soon as they were gone, his head bleeding a little as he looked around to see Willy wasn't around. "Where's Willy?"

"He is inside. He bit Hoodie, and he kicked him, but I don't think he has any broken ribs. He is just sore. I came out as soon as I heard stuff." He said, helping him up. "I will hunt them later."

"No... They aren't worth it... I just want you home safe..." Tim said, not telling him he was slightly afraid to be alone now.

"Alright... Come on now." Jeff picked him up, and carried him bridal style.

"I'm sorry..." Tim said, touching his head where it hurt only to wince and pull away his hand to see blood on it.

"We need to get you cleaned up." Jeff said, smiling as he carried him inside. He sat him down on the counter, and got the stuff to clean him up.

"I'm just a bother aren't I? Always needing saving.." Tim asked after a few minutes.

"I enjoy it. I am usually the villain, so being the hero makes me feel good." He says, smiling. "Besides, you are never a bother."

"My father thought I was... That is why I went for a walk that day when I was 17..." Tim said, holding himself

"You are my sweet pretty boy, and I would never allow you to be a bother. You are my bestestest friend, and my only romantic interest." Jeff said, putting a wet rag to the wound.

"Did you feel the same way for Masky as you feet for me?"

"Masky... Was mean." He said, sighing. "But he was honorable. He may have acted like a jerk, but he saved my life once."

"How?"

"He stopped Jane from completing her mission." He said, cleaning the wound.

"Jane? He... I.... stopped her from... Ending you?"

"Have you read her story?" Jeff asked, sighing sadly.

"I... I remember it... You... You made her like you...."

"Yeah... Masky saved my ass. Slowly, Jane tolerated me enough to be only bitter enemies." Jeff said, bandaging up his head.

"Thank you for doing this... I really have no idea why they would want me back... I'm not the same as Masky."

"I know that. You are much kinder and a lot cuter." Jeff says, winking.

"Even after causing you trouble you find it in your heart to say stuff like that..."

"Hey, trouble doesn't bother me. I like you too much to allow it too."

"I like you too... Man, I need a weapon from now on... To protect both you and me!"

"You good with knives?" Jeff asked.

"Only time I've used a knife is for cooking."

"Baseball bat?"

"Sure... That sounds like it could do some damage..."

"I have a steel one in the basement. I will get it later." He says.

"Great... So, when do you want to apply for that job at Zalgo's?"

"I have the job. I will text Scarecrow and tell her that you will be there as well."

"So, only I need to apply?"

"Exactly... but you have the job already." "

"So does that mean EJ and LJ are creepypastas too?"

"Yes. Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack."

"Did he know who I was?"

"Maybe... I don't know."

"I'm sorry for your breakfast getting ruined..." Tim heard whining and he turned to see Willy was whimpering. "Oh! Poor puppy..."

"I patched him up, and made sure he had no internal injuries."

"How did I not hear them? There were leaves everywhere."

"They are fucking ninjas..."

"Haha! Maybe!" Tim laughed, standing up and smiling at Jeff cutely.

Jeff starts doing ridiculous ninja moves. Tim laughing, a big smile on his face.

"I know karate!"

"I know nothing!"

"I know Tai Chi!"

"I know Kung fu!"

"I know... uh.... defensive moves!"

"Oh my god... How come you make me smile so much?"

"I am a clown?"

"No, that's LJ..."

"I am funny?"

"You are that.."

"Thanks! I try."

"You shouldn't... You are naturally funny..."

"Hahahaha! It's hard thinking up this stuff!"

"Really?"

"No. I am the king of jokes."

"You did tell me you are a comedian..." Tim said, chuckling.

"Thank you, thank you!" Jeff says, bowing.

"Do you have any jokes for me, Mr. Joker?"

"Um... No. It takes a while for me to think one up."

"Ok... I have an idea... How about we finish breakfast and watch a movie?"

"Yeah! Let's do that! What do you wanna see?"

"You pick... It's your house..."

"Still, you wanna see a movie? Say the name!"

"U-um... Neverending story?" Tim said.

"Sounds good. I shall put it on!"

"If you want..." Tim said, smiling softly.

Jeff runs to the TV, and starts pushing buttons with a large smile on his face.

"You're like a child at Christmas..."

"Christmas?! I LOVE CHRISTMAS!" Jeff says, smiling as he bounces slightly.

"Remind me to tell Santa you need extra presents..." Tim snickered.

"YAY! SANTA!" Jeff says, turning on the movie. He runs to the couch and body slams it as he falls back onto it.

"Way too excited..." Tim chuckled,

"I love christmas. The random presents, cookies and milk, eggnog... GODS!" Jeff says, pulling him onto the couch as well. "We need a Christmas in July... Because reasons."

"I can make eggnog..."

"OOOOOO! CAN YOU?! HOW DO YOU MAKE IT?!" Jeff asked, excited.

"Secret recipe..." Tim said, winking before he was tackled to the ground.

"TELL ME!! MUST HAVE EGGNOG!" Jeff said, wiggling his rear in the air.

"Sit and watch the movie! I will make it and you shall have it!!" Tim said, trying to get up only to have Jeff touch his side and he giggled only to cover his mouth.

"Fine... BUT! YOU WILL TEACH ME LATER!"

"Of course. I need someone to share my secrets!" Tim said, smiling before getting up to make the eggnog. Tim made eggnog while Jeff watched half of the movie, finally getting done before presenting it to Jeff.

"Here you go! It might not be as good as store bought but I made it special!"

"Eeeee!" Jeff took it and downed it all in a single gulp, smiling happily. "IT. WAS. AMAZING!"

"Great. I put the rest in the fridge."

"MOAR!" Jeff starts for the fridge.

"Don't drink it all or you're gonna get a tummy ache!"

"But I want it allllll!"

"Fine then, but when you get sick don't say I didn't warn you..."

"YAY! MAH NOG!" He gets a glass, and sits back down, beside his friend.

"Jeff?"

"Yesss?"

"How much do you like me?"

"I like you a lot. More than most."

"Do you think of me romantically?"

"...Yeah. I do."

"Then... um... Do you want to... be my boyfriend?"

"Are you asking as a theoretical or right now, you wanna date?"

"U-um... I just... wanted... I don't know!" Tim sighed, his courage draining fast.

"I do. I really do." Jeff says, smiling brightly.

"What?" Tim said, looking up.

"I want to be your boyfriend. Issue?"

"No! I mean... There is no issue at all." Tim said, hugging Jeff tightly.

"So... Am I your guy now?"

"You're mine as I am yours..."

"Cool... " Jeff said, smiling as he played the movie again. Tim half watched the movie and half watched Jeff, smiling softly as he once again traced patterns on Jeff's arm through the hoodie. "You have a fascination with symbols..."

"I used to doodle a lot on tests and homework..."

"An artist... I will have to buy you an easel." Jeff said, smiling.

"I'm not good though..." Tim said, not wanting to make him spend money on him.

"So? You have a gift, I will help nurture it." Jeff said, smiling.

"What do you like to do as a hobby?"

"I... collect knives." Jeff said, nodding.

"That's cool. I remember wanting to do that when I was younger but my parents said no.."

"I don't have that issue..."

"I know... I wonder what happened to my mom..."

"Eh..." Jeff yawned, and stretched out a bit.

"Do you really think what Slender said was true? That I could find out what happened to my parents or do you think that was just a lie...?"

"You would find out your past and everything... Just... You wouldn't like me again, and I would be here, without you..."

"I will always like you and I would never do anything to ruin that..." Tim said, not knowing how memories could curb someone's feelings.

"If you want, you can have your memories back... just... let me know."

"I don't really want to remember my time with Slender... Just what happened that day in the forest and with my parents... Stuff like that..." Tim said, snuggling into Jeff as the other was tense. He didn't want to talk about it if it made Jeff like this and Jeff held him as though he was going to lose Tim.

"Just give me a week's notice... So I can plan something." Jeff said, sounding sad.

"I'm not going to leave you... I promise you that..." Tim said, kissing Jeff's cheek making the other smile.

"Alright..." Jeff said, nodding.

"You are way too amazing to let go of..." Tim said, hugging Jeff tighter.

"Aw shucks..."

"You are... You're always there for me and we take care of each other.." Tim said, yawning as his head started to hurt, but not from the wound.

"Of course! You are my pretty boy..." Jeff said, smirking.

"And yet I have nothing to call you..." Tim said, blushing at the nickname.

"Jeffy?"

"I like it but how about Jeffery Joker?" Jeff froze at the name and Tim frowned. "What? I thought that was original..."

"Masky... called me that when he was angry." Jeff said, sighing.

"Why? I think it sounds cute." Tim said, laying his head in Jeff's lap.

"It does, doesn't it?" Jeff said, thinking about it for a moment.

"I think even back then I liked you..." Tim snickered.

"Wow... That would have been something."

"The question is if you would have liked me back as the cursing man I was... You know, I just realized I haven't smoked with you around."

"I liked you back then too. You were a badass. Now I like you because you are cute and adorable." Jeff said, chuckling.

"I can be a bad butt too..." Tim said.

"I can tell." Jeff chuckled.

"I can be if I want to..."

"Surrrrre..."

"I can! What can I do to prove it?" Tim asked, ready to do anything.

"Um... I don't know."

"Come on... I don't want you to think of me as weak..."

"Uh... You must... Make s'mores... In... the microwave?" Jeff said, unable to think of anything.

"Never mind... Wait... You said something about hunting down those two proxies right? I can come with you!" Tim said, his eyes sparkling with the idea.

"No no... You shouldn't go anywhere near them."

"But I can help you and I can say I'm not a wimp... It's like killing two birds with one stone... Please?" Tim whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Uuuuuugggg... I suppose..."

"Besides, if they come looking for me then you'll be there and you can get them!"

"Fine fine... You have convinced me."

"Yay!" Tim said, smiling before kissing his cheek.

"I will go get you your weapon..."

"I will avenge ye' as they have hurt ye'!"

"Heh!" Jeff went downstairs, and after a few moments, came back up with a baseball bat.

"Ooh! Shiny..." Tim said, holding the bat as though it was a baby.

"Very." Jeff said, chuckling.

"So, when do you want to go?!" Tim asked excitably, smiling.

"Tonight."

"Perfect..."

"So rest up darlin..." Jeff said, stretching.

"So it's darlin now?" Tim asked, yawning as he smiled.

"I am southern. It sometimes pops out!" Jeff said, yawning himself.

"Let's sleep so that we will be prepared for tonight..." Tim said, leading Jeff to their bedroom.

"Yeah..." He said, yawning again. Tim made him lay down, slipping into the covers beside him. "Night, pretty boy."

"Night, Jeffy..." Tim said, even though it was about noon. Tim fell asleep quickly and when he awoke it was nighttime with Jeff gone and a note on Jeff's pillow. Tim read it and he crumpled it up when he read that Jeff wanted him to stay home while he hunted.

"Heck no!" Tim yelled, grabbing his bat before getting dressed into new clothes and heading out. He followed Jeff's tire tracks until he came to the woods, gulping before heading in. He walked around, not seeing anyone until he heard noises and he silently went to it.

"FUCKERS!"

"FREAKSHOW CLOWN!"

"GO TO SLEEP!"

"NOT BEFORE YOU, ASSHOLE!"

"H-H-Hoodie!"

"ACK!"

"FREAK!"

Tim was at the edge of the clearing to the house, Jeff was fighting, and losing, against Hoodie and Toby.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Jeff muttered, backing up as he held his side. "BACK UP!"

"Surrender, Jeff The Killer, or we will end your story." Hoodie said, walking forward with a pipe.

"In your dreams.." Jeff growled, Hoodie swinging down.

"No!!" Tim came running out with the bat, blocking Jeff only to be hit hard in the gut, unable to breath as he heard a crack.

"TIM!" Jeff attacked with renewed strength against Hoodie, and kicked him away, before kneeling beside Tim. "You dumb kid! What the hell are you doing here?! You should have stayed home!"

"I..." Tim couldn't breathe, his chest on fire and he was pretty sure the crack was a broken rib. He tried to calm down, steadying his breathing.

"Urg! This is going to hurt, but I am going to get you out of here, kiddo..." Jeff said, picking him up.

"No! You can't leave with Masky!"

"I will call Zalgo! Don't try me, asshole!" Jeff snarled, backing up.

"He isn't allowed in these woods and he can't save him once he comes in on his own free will, freak!" Hoodie said, coming closer.

"Fuck... This is going to hurt, Tim..." Jeff muttered, before turning and running. Tim cried out as he was bounced up and down, holding onto Jeff for dear life as he held in his cries after that. He heard two people run after him, paling once he realized Jeff was going the opposite way of the truck. He closed his eyes, whimpering as he realized that was their plan. Jeff ran with all his might but he didn't see the ledge until it was too late, falling ten feet into a stream and Tim yelled as his chest exploded with pain. Jeff groaned as he shifted, trying to get back up only to have Tim watch as Hoodie and Toby come to them. Hoodie whacked Jeff in the head, knocking him out cold.

"Welcome home, Masky." Hoodie said, hitting him the same as Jeff making everything go dark for the second time that day.