"Home sweet fucking home." Tim was once again in front of the house, the two men with him and once again in front of him so he couldn't see the faces.

"Don't have to be so grouchy..." The hooded male said, before he sits on the porch.

"I have a right to be fucking grouchy as I almost got my arm tore off by some stupid dog... I hate dogs..." Tim was surprised to hear that from himself as he loved many animals.

"Boo hoo... No one cares about your boo-boos, Masky. Just get inside. I will report our mission details to him..." The hooded man said, going to the basement doors and disappearing.

"S-S-Sorry you g-g-got b-bit, M-Masky..." The grinning masked man said, sighing.

"Thanks, Tobes... AT LEAST SOMEONE CARES!!" Tim yelled toward the basement doors and he stalked inside to see everything looked less old and more new. He went to the couch and lit up a cigarette, Tim thinking this him had at least one thing in common with him.

"Th-Th-Think I c-c-can c-c-convince H-Hoodie to get m-me a k-kitten?" The boy he called 'Tobes' asked, sitting beside him.

"Why the fuck would you want one of those?" Tim wanted one, but he couldn't voice that to the boy even though he desperately wanted to.

"Th-They are s-s-soft, and th-their purring is th-th-therapeutic." Tobes said, smiling.

"Maybe if we gang up on him then he'll let you have one..." Tim said, finding thoughts he wasn't thinking.

"L-L-Lets name i-it S-Scruffy!" Tobes said, smiling through the mask.

"Why Scruffy?"

"B-Because we a-are a-all s-scuffy!" Tobes said, laughing.

"Fine... It'll be your cat anyway..." Tim wondered what was the use of this dream when he saw the other man come through the door.

"He was pleased. We get the night off..."

"FINALLY!" Tim yelled, happiness flowing through his body as he jumped up in the air.

"Don't get so excited, Toby, or he might put us to work again..." The hooded man growled, sitting down.

"Let's celebrate! First night off in a month!" Tim's body took a long puff of his cigarette.

"What do you mean? I am resting. Forget the party."

"Party pooper... Hey, can we get a kitten?"

"What?"

"I asked if we could get a kitten..."

"Why?"

"Because Toby wants one."

"Again I ask, why?"

"It's therapeutic..."

"Therapeutic?"

"Yes. The purring is apparently very therapeutic..."

".... What kind of cat?"

"I don't fucking know! The kitten kind, Brian!"

"Shut up Timothy. Do you know what breed you want, Toby?" Tim now knew for certain that he was Masky from 'Brian' calling him by his name.

"I want a baby Maine Coon! A fluffy!"

"He also wants to call the thing Scruffy because he says we are all scruffy."

"....Uh huh.... I will see what I can do, Toby. You need something to love."

"Don't I give enough fucking love?" Tim realized something about Masky and that was that he was a sarcastic bastard and he got angry easily.

"You want a kitty too?"

"No, I don't want a fucking kitty and don't ask me again..." Tim's body quickly left the room, heading down a hall to his own room, opening the door only to be met by bright light.

*****

"Timmy... Timmy... Tiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmyyyyyyy!"

"Mmm?" Tim woke up to a voice calling his name, sounding far away.

"It's me... Jeff. You ok? We are at my house..."

"W-what?" He asked, not really hearing as he felt like everything was under water.

"Jeffrey... Your coworker and romantic interest!"

"Jeff..." Tim smiled, feeling a warm feeling at the name.

"Yeah. Jeff."

"My Jeff..." Tim said, feeling a warm hand so he took it, smiling bigger.

"Yeah yeah..." Tim finally opened his eyes to see he was indeed in Jeff's house and Jeff was blushing slightly.

"What... happened?"

"You fell and fainted."

"I... I had another memory..." Tim said, looking at the clock to see he still had a couple of hours until he had to work and he tried to get up. "I... I need to go back... I need to know..."

"What?! No!" Jeff yelled, holding Tim down.

"Why?"

"You fell down and was thrashing! NO."

"Like a seizure...?" He asked, wondering what happened after he blacked out.

"Yeah... You scared me, bro." Jeff said, sighing.

"Sorry... I... I just kind of blacked out..." Tim said, confused as to why that happened.

"You couldn't control it..."

"Did you carry me back to the truck?"

"I carried you all the way home, Tim. I was so worried..."

"I'm sorry to worry you..." Tim said, giving Jeff's hand a kiss as an apology.

"You should be! I almost had a heart attack when I saw you collapse..."

"You shouldn't have seen that... But I got more memories... I know more things!" Tim then explained his dream to Jeff, smiling as he realized more things about the dream.

"A dream of a kitten...?"

"It's more than a kitten! I know who those two men are and I know we were working for somebody! Maybe if I can find who we were working for in that house, maybe a number or name, then we can start unraveling things!"

"We are not taking you back until I get a doctor to look at you. I want to make sure you are not hurt or anything." Jeff said, smiling concerned.

"Man... I haven't been to a doctor in years.... Are they still as creepy as I remember?"

"Yes, even more so."

"Dang." Tim snickered at their conversation, feeling better and he sat up only to feel dizzy as black spots danced in his vision.

"See? You still look pale... Lay back. I shall pamper you until you are better."

"You would really want to pamper me? I'm cranky when I'm feeling bad..." Tim said, smiling as Jeff made him lay down. He felt the dizziness go away and he squeezed Jeff's hand in reassurance.

"I shall make you the best of the best... Ramen noodles!" Jeff said, laughing.

"The college students breakfast, lunch, and dinner..." Tim said, smiling.

"Yep. Except I don't go to college."

"I don't even know if I went..." Tim said, frowning slightly.

"A smart kid like you probably did."

"I doubt it... Masky seems like a whole other personality..."

"So, you think you were this Masky?"

"It makes sense since this Brian called me Timothy in my dream along with Masky... But I never act that way, before and now... Why would I suddenly switch personalities?"

"Memories define who we are... Maybe you had experiences that made you that way?"

"Maybe that's when I started to smoke... I never smoked while I was 17..."

"See?"

"But why? Why would I leave my parents? Maybe we needed the money? But what job did I have?"

"I don't know, but your boss sounds like a bastard." Jeff said, laughing.

"Maybe he was the demon and we betrayed him..." Tim said before shaking his head. "Something tells me that isn't right though...."

"Well, we will figure this out."

"So many questions though..."

"Who murdered the muffin man?"

"Not those kind of questions.."

"Why not? That would be a good question to ask a demon!" Jeff said, earning a smile from Tim.

"My instincts tell me we do NOT want to meet him... But yes, it would be a good question..." Tim smiled.

"What other questions could we ask?"

"Who it is?"

"Are werewolves real?"

"Can it fly?"

"Are Unicorns magical? Or is the horn a decoration?"

"Oh my god... The last part..." Tim laughed, Jeff getting an idea and he tickled Tim only to have him laugh louder.

"Dirty dirty!"

"Oh my god! I wasn't even thinking that!" Tim laughed, trying to squirm away only to be tickled harder.

"Were too!"

"Wasn't!" Tim argued and he was tickled everywhere, squirming as he tried to get away from the sinful hands as he laughed.

"You are sooo ticklish!"

"Come on!" Tim yelled, laughing as it became harder to breath right.

"Alright..." Jeff said, pulling away to laugh himself at the scene before realizing how cute it was. Tim's hair was all messed up and his cheeks were bright red, his body at an odd angle and he was panting slightly. "I should tickle you more often..."

"That... was fun...." Tim panted, smiling goofily up at Jeff.

"Heh!" Jeff laughed, having a ball.

"I need to go home though... Willy is probably worried..." Tim said, talking about his dog but Jeff became defensive.

"Who is this Willy? A roommate?"

"My dog."

"Oh... Ok!" Jeff said, relaxing.

"Oh... Were you getting jealous? You haven't even formally asked me out yet..." Tim said, smiling.

"Still..." Jeff said, shrugging.

"You are so adorable sometimes, you know that?" Tim said, laughing as Jeff pouted.

"I am insane, not adorable." Jeff grumbled.

"You can be both sometimes..."

"Hee hee..."

"But mostly cute."

"I'll tickle you again."

"Noooo...."

"Then obey my command!"

"What do you command, master?"

"Guh... I demand you rest and you stay with me for a while! I shall get you puppy and bring him here!" Jeff said, smiling.

"You don't have to do this... It's not your job to take care of me and you really don't want to..." Tim said, mumbling slightly as he felt like he was being a bother to Jeff.

"I want to do it. It has been so long since anything interesting happened around here, and you make EVERYTHING interesting happen!"

"What happens when I become boring?" Tim asked, his voice soft as he always thought with his head, questions like this always happening as he never trusted relationships lasting.

"Well, I would have to make you interesting again." Jeff said, smiling as he winked.

"How?" Tim blushed at the wink, not getting it but he knew it meant something good.

"I would put you through school so you could teach me everything, maybe we would travel the world, or maybe we would go on a murder spree. Whatever was best."

"Can I take a shower? I haven't for the past 24 hours and I feel all nasty..." Tim said, sitting up finally as he finally didn't feel dizzy.

"Sure. I have lots of cleaning stuff, so use what you need."

"Thank you... Um... Could you help me up?" Tim asked, hating feeling weak but he felt like if he stood up he was going to fall.

"Sure." Jeff held Tim's hand and pulled him up slowly. Tim smiled, helping also and he got up only to wobble and hold his head.

"How about we don't go back to the house for a couple of days?" Tim suggested, Jeff nodding before picking him up to carry him to the bathroom.

"Sounds awesome."

"T-thank you..." Tim said, being set down in the bathroom, and decided to stop questioning what Jeff does so often.

"Your welcome. Call me if you need anything." Jeff said, smiling as he walked out. Tim takes a shower, lasting only for about twenty minutes and when he came out Jeff was gone with a note he would be back with a surprise. Tim laid down on the couch, the only thing covering him being his towel and he ended up falling asleep.

When he woke up, he was being drowned by puppy kisses and he giggled as his face was licked all over, rubbing his dog's face. He opened his eyes to see it was indeed Willy.

"Hey, buddy!" Tim said, sitting up to let Willy climb on him and he noticed Jeff was smirking with a blush on his face when he realized that he was only wearing a towel which was barely covering himself. He quickly wrapped the towel around himself tighter, blushing hard as Willy sat there as though nothing was going on.

"I brought some of your clothes too." Jeff pointing to the spare bedroom and Tim quickly got dressed before coming out blushing hard as he was mortified that he was caught in that position.

"Heh heh... You got a booty!"

"Oh please don't say that..." Tim said, hiding his face in his hands.

"I mistook you for a pirate for a moment!"

"Oh gods..." Tim groaned, Jeff walking past him only to pinch his butt causing Tim to yelp and blush brighter.

"Arrr!"

"Not cool!" Tim said, but his blush showed that it was welcome.

"Heh... Very."

"Are you always this pervish?"

"Only with people I feel comfortable with."

"So, you do it with a lot of people?"

"No. I am not comfortable with most people, though I act like it. I like you more than most." Jeff said, smiling shyly. Tim smiled also, thinking he looked cute and he wondered if this one was going to last longer than most.

"Sorry for questioning you... I don't trust a lot of people and I'm paranoid about the people I do trust..." Tim explained, Jeff nodding as he understood.

"I can relate."

"May I ask a question? It may seem personal but I want to know..."

"Alright. Ask away."

"Have you ever... Ever... you know... Done anything beyond kissing?" Tim asked, looking away as he was embarrassed to ask but he wanted to know. Jeff sighing, walking toward Tim.

"Actually, no. I act and talk a big game, but I haven't."

"Ok. Sorry for asking but I just wanted to know..." Tim said, wanting to spill out his heart to Jeff but he was scared as it was a huge crush, not very logical for him to have as he barely knew Jeff and he was scared of getting hurt. He was not one to get these feelings for another person.

"Hey... We will learn together, ok?"

"I'm... I'm just afraid of getting hurt..." Tim said, Willy growling as he thought Jeff was making Tim be unhappy.

"I will never hurt you on purpose, Tim." Jeff said, holding his hand.

"I'm afraid of getting hurt on accident... I'm afraid of what I might find in my past... And I'm mostly afraid of hurting you with all of this..." Tim said, feeling like he was taking large weights off of his chest by talking, never having anyone he could talk to for years."

"I am staying until the end, pretty boy. If it turns out we aren't compatible, we can still be best friends." Jeff said, shrugging. He smiles, and chuckles. "I am not leaving."

"Thank you... How do you stay so cool through all of this? I have to ask as all of this is freaking me out..." Tim said, Jeff making him sit down as his knees were shaky from being so close to Jeff.

"It's because I care about you, and I have dealt with it before."

"Let's talk about something less sad..." Tim said, laying his head on Jeff's shoulder as Willy sat on their laps.

"Kittens are little demons." Jeff says randomly.

"What?" Tim said, looking at Jeff confused.

"I said, Kittens are little demons."

"Why?"

"Those claws are nothing but vessels of evil!" Jeff says, smiling as it changed the subject.

"Willy thinks so... He hates cats with a passion." Tim said, petting the dog's head as Willy growled at the word cats.

"Heh! Of course! Dogs and cats are usually natural enemies..."

"He seems to like you... Usually he bites strangers..." Tim said, smiling as Jeff gave him a look.

"Bite?" Jeff asked, before chuckling.

"Yeah... He usually does but he hasn't with you so that's nice..."

"Yay... No biting of Jeffy!"

"Jeffy? I like it... I'll call you that from now on." Tim said, smiling as he leaned into Jeff a bit more.

"Jeffy... I can tolerate it." he said, chuckling as he laid back. He yawned, and stretched. Tim was halfway across his chest, just laying there as he thought Jeff was very comfy.

"We have to go to work in two hours..."

"Yeah... Wanna watch TV until then?" Jeff asked, grabbing the remote.

"Sure... What do you like to watch?"

"Uh... Cops."

"Cops?"

"Yeah. I like Cops."

"I'm guessing the show is about cops?"

"Yep."

"Then let's watch it."

Jeff smiles and turns on the TV, watching the screen. Tim watched Jeff, enthralled by the different expressions he made while watching tv.

"Run! Run! No no no not that way dummy!" Jeff yelled, acting as if they could hear him. Tim smiled and started to softly trace random swirls into Jeff's arms, chest and hands as he just watched in amusement at Jeff. "Duuuuude! You are going to-- SEE? YOU GOT CAUGHT!"

Tim was silent, letting him rant.

"People are stupid. You see, I have watched enough of these to commit a murder and get away scott free! Not that I would, but you get the point!" Tim nodded, the ranting making him smile as though remembered something similar but nothing came to mind. He continued to trace curves into Jeff's surprisingly firm chest and he laid back a bit more as he was slowly relaxing.

"New guy, you better not disappoint me!" Jeff said to the TV, watching intensely. It reminded Tim of a dog focusing on getting a bone and he realized he loved this show as Jeff completely ignored everything around him except for the show allowing him to just enjoy the black haired man. "Nooooooo... Don't say thaaaaat!"

Tim looked at the screen to see what was going on before looking back at Jeff, giggling at the frustrated look on his face.

"Nooooooooooooooooo... Dummy! You. Sir. Are. A. DUMMY!"

"Have you ever thought that these people are being paid to be dumb?" Tim offered, Jeff shaking his head as Jeff yelled.

"PAID? THIS IS FAKE??"

"Or maybe they are just this dumb..." Tim squeaked out, not sure whether he was this angry at him.

".... I dunno." Jeff said, looking at the screen. "I guess it could be faked... That would suck."

"There are some dumb people in the world... Maybe they just tape the dumb ones and leave out the smart ones..." Tim said, not liking the look on Jeff's face and he wished he hadn't said anything.

"Yeah... I guess so. Brilliant... I am in the mood to watch World's Dumbest now." He says, changing the channel. Tim sighed, knowing sometimes his logic wasn't needed and he wished super bad that he had kept his big mouth shut as Jeff had this weird look on his face as though he was analyzing everything and Tim just wanted the cute frustration back.

"I can't believe it's fake..." Jeff mumbled, pouting slightly and Tim had to resist kissing Jeff's face at how adorable it was.

"It's alright... I shouldn't have mentioned it..."

"Maybe it is real though! Maybe people are really stupid!"

"Probably with this crazy world..."

"Yay! So I can yell at them?"

"I don't mind..." Tim said, smiling as Jeff went back to being Jeff and he resumed stroking his chest for the next hour as Jeff yelled at the tv until it was time to go to work. "We need to work, Jeffy..."

"Nooooooooooooooooooo..."

"We have to..." Tim said, trying to get up only to have Jeff climb on him and hold him down.

"Noooo..." Jeff said, laying there. "Don't make me goooooo..."

"Then I have to work... Can't skip out on my second day..." Tim said, Jeff not moving an inch. "Please?"

"Fiiiiiiiine...." Jeff rolled off, hitting the floor with a thud.

"Are you ok?" Tim asked, rolling over and looking down at Jeff with a confused look on his face.

"I am fiiiiine..."

"You sound slightly drunk..."

"Nope."

"You sure you don't want to go, Jeffy? I'll be really lonely..."

"I have a feeling you'll enjoy me more if I leave you without me for a little bit."

"Cocky aren't we?"

"Yep." He said, snickering.

"Maybe you'll get a little better kiss tonight..." Tim said, slipping on his shoes and Jeff wrapped his arms around Tim's waist.

"Maybe?"

"It's a very good maybe..."Tim said, leaning back against the strong body against his own skinny one. Jeff purred in his ear causing him to half close his eyes, shivers going down his body at the close contact before Jeff pulled away causing him to whine.

"Then I'll wait for you to get there..." He said softly, Tim reaching for him only to have Jeff snicker and pull away farther.

"I will go in an hour." Jeff says, smiling.

"I better go now... Bye, love!" Tim said, walking out of the door before realizing what he said and he started to walk, not taking the truck as he wanted to leave it for Jeff to take to work. He got to work in ten minutes by walking and he quickly got dressed in his uniform before starting to work. He was working for about an hour before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, pretty boy... You come here often?" Tim smiled at the familiar voice, turning around to see Jeff.

"Only about every work day..."

"Well, I guess I better come everyday."

"You should... But I should tell you I have a cute insane friend that I'm romantic with..." Tim said, winking at Jeff as he poured out a shot for a guy down a little ways from them at the bar.

"Heh! I could take him."

"I don't know... He's pretty strong..." Tim said, smiling giddily as he thought this was fun.

"I am pretty and strong!" Jeff said, smiling as he laughed.

"I can see that but my friend is really handsome also... And kind of insane at times..." Tim teased as he leaned closer.

"Cool... Cuz I can be insane too..."

"Oh really? How insane?" He asked as Jeff leaned toward him until he had his mouth next to Tim's ear.

"I go 10 miles over the speed limit.

"Pretty insane... But you have to do better..." Tim giggled as Jeff nodded, leaning even closer as Tim got a warm feeling over his body.

"Lets keep it PG-13, sir..." Jeff said, winking.

"I am..." Tim said, remembering that meant suggestive themes and he wondered why his mind worked that way sometimes as he wiggled his hips to the beat. "I promise I'm old enough to watch, sir..."

"Wanna go see Frozen with me?"

"Sure... I haven't watched that yet..."

"Wanna help me hide the bodies?" Jeff sang, making a few males stare at him in confusion.

"Sure, but after work alright?" Tim smiled, not knowing the song but he liked it. He got some calls for drinks, mixing them before sending them down the bar.

"So, business good?"

"Very..." Tim said before having to leave for a minute to get some drinks before coming back. "People must really like my drinks as I'm getting a lot of tips. Or it might be my dancing back here every time it gets slow..."

"It's the dancing, definitely."

"You don't think it might be my amazing drinks?"

"Nope. It's your hips." Jeff says, smirking. Tim blushed slightly at that, smiling as he let his hair fall into his eyes.

"I don't know about that..."

"You have good dancing moves..." Jeff said, smiling.

"I'm really not that good..." Tim said, looking away as he mixed another drink.

"Don't say that. You have skill."

"I'm not as good as others..." Jeff motioned him to come closer, pushing the hair out of Tim's face when he did.

"You are even better than the others."

"You really think I'm that good?"

"Yep." He said, smiling childishly.

"Sometimes I think you have to be the cutest thing in the world..." Tim said, laughing as Jeff pouted.

"I am evil, not cute. Evil I say!"

"Evilly cute."

"Noooooooooo..." Jeff said, putting his head down.

"Hello, jerk."

Jeff turned to see a female who slightly looked like him, and groaned.

"Fuck."

"You never have. Now, who is the new guy?"

"Hi, I'm Tim. What's your name?" Tim said nicely, the female smiling at him.

"Name's Jane. I am Jeff's... cousin. Nice to meet you, kid." She says, nodding. She punches Jeff once, and he growls. "I hate him, but I like you."

"Thanks. Are you okay, Jeff?" Tim asked as Jeff rubbed his arm.

"I am fine... She is a bitch." Jeff muttered.

"Jeff, that is not nice..." Tim said, not wanting any fighting to happen.

"Eh, I know I am, bastard. Now, can I have a malt liquor?" She asks, handing him a 20.

"Of course." Tim said, mixing up the drink as best as he could before handing it to her.

"Thanks, bartender." She says, downing it in a single gulp. "Another, and keep 'em coming."

"You okay?" Tim asked, making a couple more as he kept handing them to her.

"Yeah. Just a harsh day from the boss..." She said, stretching.

"Who is your boss?"

"Ahem..." Jeff said, giving her a look.

"I work for Mr. S. I am a messenger of sorts..." Jane said, chuckling.

"Mr.... S?" Tim said, getting a strange look on his face as a memory came to mind, one about a tall man who he called his boss.

"He is the boss of this bar and many other places. He is partners with Mr. Z." Jane says.

"I..." Tim shut his mouth as he didn't want to say anything around her, not sure if she would think he was crazy and he decided to wait until he and Jeff were alone.

"Jeff, are you working?" Jane asked.

"Yes."

"You don't look like it."

"Screw off, Jane."

"He's making sure no one bothers the bartender." Tim said, Jeff sticking out his tongue to Jane only to have Tim lightly smack him on the arm.

"You have learned to abuse him... Good!"

"Not abuse..." Tim said,

"He hits me out of love!" Jeff says, laughing.

"Love?" Jane asked, Tim blushing as he nodded before leaving for a minute to do drinks. When he came back they were fighting, about him.

"You can't just lead him on and then dump him!"

"I'm not going to do that!"

"You say that every time and this time you got a nice guy!"

"Shut up Jane! You do it to every man who dares to be nice to you! I am not doing it to Tim!"

"Really?! Says the bastard who can't keep a nice guy no matter how much he pretends! Wait until he sees the real you and see how long he will stay!" Jane then stormed out, leaving Tim with Jeff who was just staring down at Jane's drink that she left.

"Are you ok?" Tim asked, trying to put a hand on Jeff's shoulder only to have him pull away.

"I'm fine. She's just jealous I have a nice guy who I care about, and she's an old maid."

"Were you two fighting over us?"

"Yeah... Nothing is wrong though."

"I don't think so... But she thinks that your going to... dump me as she put it?" Tim said, thinking it was impossible as he nor Jeff had asked each other out yet.

"Yeah. I am not going to though."

"Me either... I think we are doing pretty well..."

"Thanks. I try." Jeff says, smiling. Tim couldn't help but smile back but something was nagging at him and after a few minutes he had to ask.

"What does she mean by me seeing the real you?"

"Nothin'." Jeff said quickly.

"It obviously isn't nothing... You should know by now I don't judge people... I wouldn't change my mind about you..."

"I am a guy with skeletons. In the future, if you survive my relationship, then yes. I will talk." He says, sighing.

"I can live with that..." Tim said, knowing people had some secrets and he smiled. "Would you like a drink after that fight?"

"Yes please! Give me your best drink, in your opinion!" Jeff said, smiling.

"A root beer?" Tim asked, smiling. "It's actually beer but it tastes like root beer."

"Sounds good. Hit me."

"Of course." Tim said, grabbing one before popping the top for him. "Hope you enjoy it."

"Thank you, pretty boy." He says, winking before taking a long drink. Tim smiled happily before hearing a certain song and decided to sing along while he moved his hips.

"I can't even remember how it started. A nagging voice. My normal then departed from me. Primal urges spiriting my sense away, Foggy glimpses of the boy I used to be. Preyed upon by the lowest of society, They're parasitic, Demanding your conformity. Pushing limits, Things are gonna get real ugly. Ripping through the last shreds of my humanity." Tim sang softly, wiping the counter as Jeff tensed.

"I'm not but a shadow of what I was. And I'm Hellbent and headed for you. Surely you've realized that there's no way out of this alive; Close your eyes, 'Cause it's time for you to: Go To Sleep." Tim made sure his voice was soft, Jeff staring at him in shock.

"Climbing through your window pane, I'm creeping closer, Can you hear me? Go on, mock me, say I'm insane; But it's you who's caught in my game. Cat and mouse, A lovely circle. Watch your tongue. Those words are hurtful. Hush now, won't you stay awhile? Join me with a painted smile." Tim sang with emotion in his voice, as if he could relate and he seemed to be losing himself in the music.

"Tragic faces stationed at my bedside, Warm embraces hollow on the inside. And their eyes betray them, Widening with fear and worry. Fuses burn down, And my vision becomes blurry. Liars always fill me with this unchained fury. Carve this face into their darkest memories. 'Cause that's just showbiz, This is a Divine Comedy. Ready! Action! Pray that you are fast enough to flee. I'm not entirely unsympathetic. So I'll give you the count until three." Tim's hips moved to the beat perfectly, smiling as his eyes closed.

"Surely you've realized that there's no way out of this alive; Close your eyes, 'Cause it's time for you to: Go To Sleep. Climbing through your window pane, I'm creeping closer, Can you hear me? Go on, mock me, say I'm insane; But it's you who's caught in my game. Cat and mouse, A lovely circle. Watch your tongue, Those words are hurtful. Hush now, won't you stay awhile? Join me with a painted smile."

"Patience is a virtue, When you're working on a masterpiece. And tolerance is valued when you're, Working on a living canvas. Stitch my words into tender flesh, This grin will stay forever fresh. Don't be lonely, Don't be jealous. Your turn's coming, How could I forget? Still awake? Not for long..."

"Climbing through your window pane, I'm creeping closer, Can you hear me? Go on, mock me, say I'm insane; But it's you who's caught in my game. Cat and mouse, A lovely circle. Watch your tongue, Those words are hurtful. Hush now, won't you stay awhile? Join me with a painted smile." Tim finished the song, his hips keeping the beat as a new song came on only for him to open his eyes and blush as he saw Jeff's mouth was open as he stared at Tim.

"You... You know my song..."

"Your song?" Tim asked, wondering what he was talking about.

"That's my song... The song of my life."

"Are you saying... You're Jeff the Killer?" Tim said, at that moment the club made the sound that it was closing. Jeff didn't say anything until everyone was gone.

"Look... Be quiet about it, alright?" Jeff says, worried. Tim wanted to say he didn't believe him but it made sense with his looks and his demeanor but he had so many questions but he kept his mouth shut.

"I... I will... I have to go to the bathroom..." Tim said, confused of everything so he quickly headed there sliding down the wall to the floor.

"Oh my god..." Tim said, hearing the door open as he hid his face in his knees as his mind swirled dangerously, a familiar cheery voice piercing his ears.

"Heyyy are you ok? Jeff sent me in to make sure you are alright."

"I'm okay... I am just thinking..." Tim said, smiling at the thought Jeff was worried about him before secretly taking a pill while his face was hidden, wanting his headache gone.

"Alright. Well... Can I help?"

"No.. Could you go get Jeff for me please?" Tim asked, needing to talk with him in private.

"Yeah..."

There was a moment of silence, before the door opens.

"You wanted me?"

"Are you really Jeff the Killer or are you pulling my leg? I can deal with anything other than you lying to me..." Tim said, not really worried about him being a killer but about the fact he might be lying to Tim as he had been lied to enough in his life.

"I am THE Jeff The Killer." He says, sighing.

"Why do I feel so relieved you're not lying to me...?" Tim said, letting out a breath he had been holding in as he wondered why he wasn't freaking out.

"Because I am not going to kill you...?"

"I wasn't worried about that... I just... I just hate being lied to... No matter if it's for a joke or surprise..."

"I am not a liar."

"I know that..." Tim said, smiling as he saw Jeff was holding out a hand for him and he took it, being pulled up into Jeff's arms.

"Now, are we cool?"

"S-sure..." Tim stuttered, smiling softly as Jeff pressed him closer. Tim laid his head on Jeff's shoulder as Jeff petted his hair.

"Cool. Now, let's get going. I am making spaghetti tonight!"

"May I help? I love cooking..." Tim asked, wanting to be useful.

"Yeah! Make the garlic bread and drinks, yeah?"

"If you wish... Just let me get my stuff alright?" Tim said, going to get his clothes changed before heading back to Jeff only to hear him on the phone with him.

"I think he's your lost boy..." Tim wondered who he was talking about, not immediately assuming it was him as he thought that would be vain. "He knows your symbol..."

Tim was now confused, was Jeff indeed talking about him? Did he know more than what he was letting on?

"Look, I like him, and he reacted when he saw your fucking symbol. I don't want him in danger or nothing. His name is Tim, a real sweet boy who smokes and knows how to serve drinks." Jeff says, looking frustrated. Jeff had the phone on speaker phone as the club was empty so Tim heard something about the guy needing Masky back no matter what Jeff felt. Tim pressed himself against the wall, not knowing what to do in this situation.

"No. If he wants to be fucking normal, I will help him escape your sight. He has a fucking CHANCE. You know how badly I have wanted to go back and live normally?" Jeff says, snarling as he began pacing. The voice on the phone said he would be there in a little bit to get him, and he better be ready. Tim was shaking at that voice, one that shook him to his soul with the threat coming and with memories of more threats from him doing bad.

"Not if he is gone!" Jeff crushed the phone, and sighed. "Tim! We have to go! Now!"

"What is going on?" Tim asked, calming down before walking out with a worried look on his face only to have Jeff quickly grab his wrist and drag him out of the club to the truck at a fast pace.

"Buddy, I made a mistake." He says, getting in the truck. "We need to get you somewhere safe... I have a friend who you can hide with..."

"What is going on? Did you get a call or something?" Tim asked, getting in the truck just before Jeff started to drive. Tim put on his seatbelt, the other man going fast.

"Bad call. Mr. S. Just... Stay safe, please. I really like you, Tim." Jeff said, speeding up.

"Mr. S? The guy who I think is my old boss?" Tim asked, holding onto the arm holder as the truck made a loud revving sound and his phone rang, picking up. "H-hello?"

"Masky... Get him to stop the car..." Tim almost dropped his phone at the words and he looked at Jeff.

"Who are you? Why do you have my number?"

"Get him to stop the car, Masky. Now."

"Who is it, Tim?"

"I... I don't know but he called me Masky and he told me to get you to stop the truck..." Tim said, Jeff tensing quickly.

"Throw the phone, Tim! Throw it out the window!" Tim quickly did as he was told, shaking at Jeff's tone of voice.

"What is going on, Jeff? Please... Tell me..." Tim begged, them heading a little bit out of town just on the limits before stopping at an average sized house before Jeff would talk.

"I think you used to be one of us. One of the horrors. I told that to Mr. S... and he wants to meet you. I don't want you being exposed back if you are one of us, or not." He says, getting out of the truck. "BEN! BEN GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

"What the hell do you want you bastard?! Some of us want to sleep!" Tim heard a boy yell before a man no older than 19 came out of the house in green pajamas before stalling when he saw Tim come out of the truck. "Masky? Where the hell did you find him?"

"No time to explain. Tim, this is Ben. Ben, Tim. Code 32. Code 11." Jeff said, nodding.

"Oh fuck... Come on, Timmy... Let's get you inside..." Ben said, walking toward the door only to have Tim look at Jeff nervously as he took his hand.

"Are you going to be okay?" Tim asked, looking at Jeff as the sun started to rise.

"I will be fine. Trust Ben. I will be back when I can..." Jeff said, getting back in the truck. "Love ya, pretty boy!"

"I... I love you too, Jeffy..." Tim said, feeling like his heart was bouncing out of his chest and he watched as his Jeffery drove away, leaving Ben to drag Tim inside.

"Now, tell me what you know, and how you know Jeff." Ben says, as soon as they get inside and lock the doors. Tim tells him everything from the beginning of his amnesia state to now at that moment.

"And I've taken these pills... I don't know why but my vision will blur and everything will start to distort as I get this really painful headache that makes it hard for me to do anything... But that is when I remembered my name and my job when I first woke up." Tim said, showing him the pill bottle.

"This shit..." Ben muttered.

"You know it? You seem to know more than what I do... And so does Jeff..." Tim was confused by everything now and he was super tired but he wanted to hear what Ben says.

Ben told him about what he knew of the drug, about how it keeps the amnesia there and how it will hurt to get the memories back and how it stops that from happening.

"So... If I stop taking it... I will get some of my memories back?" Tim asked, taking the pill bottle back.

"Hurts like the worst hangover... but yeah. Gradually." Ben said, nodding. "But forget having a normal life."

"I... I want to know... But I don't know if Jeff wants me to know..." Tim said, not wanting to do anything that would jeopardize his relationship with Jeff.

"He would want whatever you want. I have been the guy's best friend for many years. I know him like I know video games."

"BEN drowned..." Tim said automatically, not sure where it came from but he knew the name immediately after Ben talked about himself. Ben nodded, smirking as he sat down. "Why do I know this stuff?"

"You might be this guy we know. His name is Masky. He was a proxie of Slenderman, or... Mr. S." Ben said, stretching.

"Masky... I... I have been having these memories in the form of dreams and I've been called that in them... Does he have a symbol?"

"Yes. A circle with an X through it."

"Oh god... Does he have any more of these... proxies? Maybe two guys named Toby and Brian?"

"Yes. Ticci Toby and Hoodie. Hoodie is the 'leader' of your sub group, and Toby is the newest member, even though he joined long ago." Ben said, getting a bowl of doritos.

"Oh god..."

"Yeah. If you want, me and Jeff can protect you, if you want to have a normal life. Jeff seems to really like you, and any friend of Jeff's, is a pal of mine." Ben said, handing him the bowl. "Here. Eat."

"I like Jeff too... But I have a big feeling that this Slenderman won't give me up so easily..." Tim said, holding his head as it started to ache, but he wasn't sure whether he wanted to take his pills so soon after just taking one not even an hour ago. It was like whatever spell the demon put on him was fading and he needed to take more and more pills. "Do you know... A demon maybe? Large, black with horns on his head."

"The only one I know like that, is Zalgo... Mr. Z, if you know that name. He is the leader of the other side."

"The owners of the club... I had this dream... I was running away with the other proxies as this Zalgo chased us... I was left behind..."

"So... it's his fault. I shoulda known." Ben said, sighing.

"I want to know why they would leave me behind..."

"Zalgo is... not a good guy. He acts smooth and sincere, but he is a demon. Backhanded compliments and double deals. They wanted to get to Slenderman, for he is the only one who can face Zalgo, most likely." Ben said, eating a chip. "Masky is a tough guy, who can take care of himself. That's why they left you, they had faith that you would survive."

"Tim is just a regular guy who doesn't know what happened after he turned 17... I can definitely take care of myself as I've been doing it for years but a demon?"

"Zalgo's magic is strong... I have never seen such a powerful amnesia spell. Well, 'Tim', you are safe here. If you wanna get your memories back, be my guest, but... Let me tell you something. Masky and Jeff weren't that close, more like bitter enemies. Jeff hates Slenderman, and Slenderman barely tolerates Jeff."

"He won't hurt Jeff will he?"

"...." Ben said nothing, before sighing. "He won't kill him, at least."

"That doesn't help... I should have stayed with him..."

"Jeff wants to save you from this life. He wishes he could have had a normal life with normal people, and you have that chance."

"He still can, can't you just quit?

"After you are a Creepypasta, you are never allowed to leave. Too many people know, too many would recognize, too many would kill you..."

"Then why did Zalgo let me go?"

"You wore a mask, hiding your identity from the world. You get to take it off and be unknown. Jeff... He has the face anyone would recognize." Ben said, yawning.

"He looks normal to me... Maybe a little pale..."

"Glamour. The magic of Zalgo and Slenderman hides our true forms." Ben explained.

"I can't believe this is all happening..."

"Eh. Drama is everyone's problem, even the murderers of the fantasy world. Care for some food? I think I have some potions in the fridge..." Ben said.

"Majora's Mask..." Tim said, laughing as his headache started to bring back more stuff, but it came at a large pain that made it hard not to cry out.

"Yep. My game, my world. Wanna play?" He asked, nodding his head to the controller next to the large TV.

"Can I take a pill first?"

"Yeah. It must be painful to remember crap." Ben said.

"It is... But I only took one like an hour ago... It's like the amnesia is wearing off..." Tim said, grabbing the bottle and taking two dry, closing his eyes as his headache quickly started to disappear. "But... I want to stay with Jeff so I'll stay safe... For him..

"Sounds good. Now, I want to see you play!" Ben handed him a controller and Tim smiled, turning on the game as he went to start the painful journey of Majora's mask. It was 3 hours until Tim finished the game finally, deciding to head to bed on the couch no matter what Ben said about having a spare room. He wanted to be by the front door in case Jeff came back.