"He's going faster than others would be..." Ben said.

"Yeah... Where is that nerd, Observer???"

"Hey! Shut up. I just want him watched and protected..." Jeff snarled, shaking his finger.

"What? No threatening me with your knife? Are you getting soft?"

"I am trying to be civil... Fuck you. Now, you can dull Slender's powers right?" Jeff asked, sighing as he ran his fingers through his own hair.

"I can give him tips on how to control himself, but you should know if Zalgo can't I can't... You just have to tell your precious little boyfriend to man up and go with it... If he even tries to prolong the possession then it will only make it worse..."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." Jeff said, pointing to the room. "He is in there..."

"First, what symptoms does he have so far?"

"Nosebleed, throwing up, paleness, not hungry or thirsty, overly tired... I think that is all."

"He's farther along than what I thought. That means the possession will be about a week or a little less..."

"Shiet..." Jeff said, pacing.

"So you actually care for him.... Even though he was your enemy?" He asked, smirking

"Yes... I love him, Observer..." Jeff said, honestly. "I adore every moment with him..."

"Pffft... So you are getting soft... The great Jeff the Killer, loves his enemy and works under Zalgo... I thought I'd never see the day..."

"Shut up. Get to work and OBSERVE." He snarled.

"Now there is the Jefferey I know. I'll go give him the information. If you want you can come in and hold his hand..." Observer went through the wall to the bedroom, Jeff growling.

"Calm down Jeff... He doesn't get what it feels like to want to be normal."

"Fuck him, fuck his job, and fuck Slenderman!" Jeff said, pacing faster.

"You have to be strong like a rock... For Tim..." Ben said, patting Jeff's shoulder before stopping him from pacing.

"It's irritating."

"He is just trying to get you riled up! You need to chill..."

"Yeah, Jeffy... Chill..." Observer teased, walking back through the wall.

"Grrrr..."

"Anyway, you need to get him to eat something."

"How?!"

"He's your boyfriend. You tell me. If you don't, then he won't be strong enough to last through the possession..."

"Fine... I will try..." Jeff said, going into his room with a sandwich. Tim was laying on the bed, staring at the wall as he was trying to comprehend this information he was just told.

"Hey..."

"Hey baby... You need to eat." Jeff said, sitting down.

"But I'm not hungry..." Tim said, looking even paler than before.

"Eat for me, baby... Please..." Jeff said, putting it up to him.

"I can't... I just... The last time I did I threw it all back up and I didn't like it.." Tim whined, but he took the sandwich. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, by order of the dashing murderer Jeff, you must eat, pretty boy." He says, smiling. Tim looked at the sandwich in disgust, taking a bite before gagging, forcing himself to chew and swallow.

"For you..." Tim said.

"Thank you... Do you want something else? What would be easier on your stomach? I will make or order anything you want... I love you enough to do it." Jeff said, taking his hand.

"Something less thick..." Tim said, smiling.

"Alright! Thin pizza sound ok, Tim?" Jeff asks.

"Thin pizza... Please..." Tim said, smiling as he nodded for Jeff even though he was thinking more of soup.

"Alright... Later I will make you some chicken noodle soup..." He says, leaving as Ben entered the room.

"Hey, Ben... Sorry for worrying you..." Tim said, shaking as he wrapped himself in blankets.

"No worries, but you are making Jeff all mushy... Like oatmeal mushy." Ben said, snickering.

"He does that to me... Like, I really don't want to eat... I doubt anyone could get me to other than Jeff..."

"He is really worried about you... You are his pretty boy." Ben says, chuckling.

"I know... I don't want him to worry about me but it seems that trouble follows me..." Tim said, sighing as he thought about doing just going to Slender to just end all of this.

"He enjoys it. He hasn't someone to love in a long, long time... You make him feel human again." Ben said, smiling.

"He enjoys taking care of me?" He asked, looking up.

"Yes. He enjoys being with you, Tim. He doesn't think you are a nuisance... You are his boy."

"Thank you... Sometimes I doubt myself..."

"Heh! We all have those days..."

"I haven't had the best time trusting people... But I always try to trust Jeff because I love him..." Tim said, smiling softly

"And he loves you. My god he loves you."

"I know..." Tim said, smiling as Jeff came into the room once more, this time with a pizza.

"Here you go, pretty boy! I made it with love, and kindness, and maybe I sneezed once, you will never know!" Jeff said, smiling.

"You know how to make homemade pizza?" Tim asked, smiling bigger as he took a piece.

"I know how to do many things, cutie. I am a wizard."

"A killer wizard..." Tim said, taking a bite before making a sound at the taste. "Mmm...."

"Is it good? Did I add enough cheese? Sauce?" Jeff asked, worried.

"Perfect... Nice and thin too..." Tim said, finishing his piece before grabbing another.

"Yay! I did it!" Jeff said, before dancing.

"Can I have another piece?" He asked, hungry now.

"Yes! Eat all you want!" Jeff said, nodding.

"So, why do you want me to eat so bad?" Tim asked.

"Because if you didn't, your body wouldn't survive the possession." Observer said, walking through the wall into the room and Tim stopped eating to gape at him.

"Wouldn't... survive? You mean like die?"

"Observer! Damn you!" Jeff said, snarling.

"I could die?!"

"Yes, but if you try to fight the possession it will only damage your body and make it last longer as you'll be weakened."

"Oh god..." Tim said, groaning as he hid into the blankets.

"You will be fine, baby. I will make sure Slender will be in and out and afterwards I will buy you a ring and---"

"A ring?" Tim asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yes... A ring. A big fucking shiny ring with diamonds and sparklies to show you are mine and to promise to be there for you always!" Jeff said, determined.

"Oh my..." Tim trailed off, not knowing what to say to that. What he did was that he pulled Jeff near him and kissed his cheek.

"Not on the lips? Are you scared?"

"Maybe I want to kiss him on the lips when it's super special..."

"At least I got a kiss. What do you do? Make out with your camera?" Jeff said, sticking out his tongue.

"I can kiss anyone I want... Even your boyfriend."

"Um... No." Tim said, shaking his head in disgust.

"No. Or I would destroy your Cam-O-Matic 3000."

"You try and I will end your life before Slender possessed Tim can."

"I thought you said I wouldn't hurt you even possessed!" Tim yelled, now scared once again.

"He is trying to scare you, baby." Jeff said.

"Well... It's working..."

"Good."

"Fuck off."

"Says the inexperienced."

"Says the camera pervert." Jeff snarled, before looking at Tim. "Look. You know how strong I am. I can handle it, baby. Remember, I am Jeff The Killer."

"I know you can... How will it feel to be possessed?"

"It will be excruciatingly painful."

"Oh..." Tim said, biting his lip.

"I will get you some morphine so it wont hurt as bad." Jeff said, smiling.

"No pain reliever will help... The pain comes from the soul." Observer said, seeming to enjoy making Tim worry and be scared.

"Shut up Observer! You are not helping!"

"If you give him false hope, that will damage his soul by not preparing him... You don't want his soul extinguished do you?" Observer said, his voice serious but he had a smirk on his face.

"You just want him afraid!" Jeff snarled.

"It is indeed working though... Maybe he wouldn't be afraid if someone toughened him up?"

"He can be innocent and human! Why is everyone wanting him to be Masky when he is TIM!" Jeff snarled, swiping his knife at the Observer.

"He was less... How should I put it... Less wimpy as Masky. Masky was strong and tough and this is just sad compared to Masky."

"I can still kick your butt!" Tim snarled, now furious and he got up as his eyes flashed as he grew angry.

"No cussing? Weak."

"How about I take your freaking glasses then let's see how tough you are without your powers." Tim said, not knowing how he knew that information but Observer looked slightly disturbed by it before smiling.

"Now there is the Masky I know."

"I'M NOT MASKY ANYMORE!" Tim screamed, holding his head as he started to remember things once more, Jeff quickly grabbing his pills.

"Here baby. You should take these." Jeff said, sighing.

"I'm. Fine." He growled, stalking into the bathroom before slamming the door shut and locking it.

"You have to take them, pretty boy... Please." Jeff said, sighing.

"I don't need them..." Tim said angrily, refusing to come out even when the pounding in his head got worse, causing him to whimper in pain.

"Please! Tim! For me!"

"I said NO!" Tim said, Jeff hearing a bang which was Tim punching a wall and Tim cried out as he hurt his hand.

"Looks like trouble in paradise..."

"Baby are you ok?!?"

"I don't know anymore..." Tim said, unlocking the door as he sat on the toilet.

"It's just the sickness..." Jeff said, hugging him.

"I feel like I'm turning into a different person..." Tim said, holding onto Jeff.

"You will be... Just give it a few days."

"Can't you shut up?" Tim groaned, hating Observer's voice already.'

"Observer, go to the guest bedroom. We put a camera in there for you." Ben said, grabbing his arm.

"Fine. See you later Jeffy!" Observer laughed before phasing through the wall.

"ONLY TIMMY CAN CALL ME THAT!" Jeff yelled, pouting cutely.

"Don't worry... You're MY Jeffy..." Tim said, finally taking his pills and he immediately felt better.

"My pretty boy..." Jeff said, hugging him.

"You two get some rest." Ben said, leaving the room. Tim nodded, but he didn't want to let go of Jeff. Jeff picked him up, carrying him to the bed before kissing his nose.

"Now, let's sleep..."

"Isn't that your whole deal? Going to sleep?" Tim asked sleepily, falling asleep before he could get an answer.

"Maybe..."

******

Tim woke up in the middle of the night feeling nauseous, finding a trash can before throwing up once again everything he had in his stomach. He felt weird, like the air inside was heavy and he couldn't breathe right. He made his way out of the bedroom in a daze, heading toward the front door feeling like he needed fresh air but before he could open the door he heard Jeff's voice behind him.

"Hun? Are you ok?"

"Air..." He mumbled, pointing toward the front door as his brain felt fuzzy.

"Come on, I will take you outside."

"Yay..." Tim said, holding onto Jeff.

Jeff picked him up, and carried him outside.

"Here you are, all the air you want." Tim felt better, like all the heaviness went away and he snuggled into Jeff.

"Thank you." Tim said, smiling before he fell asleep in Jeff's arms.

"Yeah... As long I am holding you and you remain on the porch, you can smell the air outside..." Jeff said, smiling slightly.