The night was silent, the distant sounds of the neighborhood giving off the impression of life. A few dogs were barking, responding to one another loudly in the most annoying way possible. The trees surrounding the town seemed to close in around it, as if trapping the village in an island of its own, far away from any sort of outside help. A perfect target, the boy had thought, the residents in the village were all too broke to move somewhere safer.

Standing up, he did have to admit he was a bit off on his killing game. Barely getting away from the zoo, he was a bit sore from not killing anyone for a little bit. To think that the legendary CreepyPasta himself would almost get caught by the police because he failed to notice the sirens until they were already at the location. Thankfully, he had some new friends that were very generous in helping him out.

The knife glistened in his hands as Jeff surveyed the house, his eye lidless face contorting into an expression of pleasure when he noticed all of the lights were off in the house. His knife felt a bit dull, he hasn't managed to get any kills in for a bit, since his new residence was hidden away in the woods and he couldn't drive for crap. It took a bit to walk on foot all the way to a town, he wasn't willing to do it every single night.

He really needed to learn how to drive.

It was a shabby house, a one story embarrassment to the high quality standard of living. What kind of family lived in there, he wondered. Possibly some drunk snobs who smoked even while they slept, or maybe a family just trying their best. Either way, they wouldn't live long.

It would probably be a quicker kill tonight, judging by his desire to get a kill in as quick as possible. Although his usual preferred killing style differed to what he intended to do, Jeff just didn't feel quite in the mood to taunt his prey. Something else was picking at his mind, causing the black haired male to just want to end a life of someone who thought they were better than him.

A scowl covered his face at the thought of that, the cut smiles in the corners of his cheeks not doing anything to cover his disdain with the thoughts in his head. People were worse than dogs, everyone was. All they did was mock those who didn't fit into their exact standards and hurt those who just wanted to be loved. If society deemed you as such, they would throw you into the roll of a killer without your control.

People were disgusting.

Now, others could tell that he wasn't a disgusting human. He was a CreepyPasta, and that was that. Jeff's face proved it, having burned far past the acceptable looks for a human. It was satisfying to stand above their beds and just wait, knowing their sixth sense would pick up his presence and force them awake in a sweat. Then that face, oh, that face when they would finally notice him next to their now conscious forms, noticing that he wasn't anything like them and that he was going to be their end. Knowing that their mistakes in life have finally drawn to an end, and that they could finally "Go to sleep" forever.

Jeff could almost taste the impending death of the household members when he pushed himself in through a window, the preferred method of traveling into buildings. Much more like a murderer, and Jeff was glad to call himself one. Humans would take pride in calling themselves by that name, but not himself. To claim the same name as those who had hurt him was a disgrace. He wouldn't lower himself down to them. Murderers were much more known, and they got rid of those the world deemed weak enough.

It wasn't the bullying that had set him off. In fact, it never really bothered him. They were just a few punk kids that would whisper things behind his back, as if they would have the actual backbone to say it to his face. They were insecure about themselves and attacked him from behind, whenever they thought his earbuds were high enough. It hadn't evolved into anything until the party.

Humans were naturally bound to stupidity, of course his bullies had decided to get drunk on that party day. And of course they had found the gasoline and the matches, Jeff wasn't sure of what they were thinking. They regretted it, he could see it in their horrified eyes when their drunk minds realized what they just did. It was a momentary glee Jeff had caught before the flames pain finally set it.

Do you know what it's like to burn alive? To be screaming, feeling your skin burning off from your body? To be rolling on the ground, crying desperately as the fire engulfed your entire frame from a stupid prank from some drunk buffons? For your only hope to faint right in front of you, everyone else just standing there? She was right there, she had the fire extinguisher! But that stupid b*tch fainted just from seeing him, as if she was the one experiencing the more intense pain that would allow her to faint and leave the world. He was the one on fire, unable to put himself out as she decided that her reaction was more important. Unable to faint as he felt his body burn, his throat going hoarse from the screams.

The memories caused Jeff to growl, his knife finding the victims throat before he even knew he was even next to the couch. A man, a little older than common grandpa age. Those wrinkles would have caused him death anyway, it didn't feel satisfying. The man was already on his way to death.

Speak of the devil, it was the woman who was on her way to death.

Of course Jane followed him, of course. She probably snuck into the house while he had been watching it, all of the other prey was long dead. That's what she did, she liked to steal his kills in her twisted sense of 'justice'. Justice his a*s, she was just as bad as he was. Blood tainted her body just as it did his, painting the beautiful picture of murder that he grew to love. It reminded him of when he first saw her covered in blood, tied to a chair as he had taunted her for her failure.

Jane shouldn't have fainted that fateful day.

Her expression matched his that day. Anger, hatred, disgust. Everything that he felt at her, as if she was reflecting his gaze back onto his face. She did match him, her pale white burn marks etched into her flesh just as his did. It felt satisfying to burn her alive, to show her what she could have prevented but didn't.

"I hate you."

The words were curt, sharp from his mouth. He did, he did hate her. He hated the woman with every fiber of her being, knowing that she could have stopped and saved him from everything. She knew about the bullies and that they sometimes got drunk, she didn't warn him even though she knew Jeff would be the target. She could have put him out and let him burn just a little bit, but she didn't.

The scars were too severe now, both mentally and physically.

"Stop stealing my kills, it's so f*cking pathetic," Jeff taunted, "What do you do it for? Revenge? Revenge for me getting revenge on your mistakes?"

Jane narrowed her gaze at him. It was extremely annoying to Jeff how she would flaunt herself around, acting as if she was on moral decisions. Killing people didn't sound like morally correct choices, it sounded like revenge.

"I should have pushed you into that lion cage at the zoo." Jane was serious, she had tried too.

It was why Jeff and Jane had both lost the group at the zoo, Jane had tried to push him into some cages without the glass barriers. At this point in time, they weren't going to be able to function together in each others lives. They were too different, they both hated one another so much it would be impossible to corporate. Jeff found it absolutely disgusting that she was dating a person of which he called a brother, as if she was good enough for him. He had like, eight other boyfriends, he didn't need her. Was it for pity?

"Why don't you just leave, if you hate me so much? I ruined your life, didn't I?" Jeff yelled at her, "Leave the mansion, go back into the sewers like the scum you are? It was your choice to make us both this way, you choose this life!"

"It was an accident!" Jane snapped at Jeff, her tone loud and demanding. "I didn't mean to faint, I brought the fire extinguisher to help you, I was 16 at the time! You and I both know we were too young to be dealing with that!"

"You were my only hope, I-I honestly thought I was saved when you came in with it!" Jeff yelled, "Everyone else was too scared but to scream and run around, as if I wasn't the one being burned alive and they were! You know what it feels like, it hurts, doesn't it?"

"You can't blame me for being scared!" Jane snapped, "But I can blame you for choosing to kill my parents and burn me alive just because I got a little bit scared!"

"I kept you alive, didn't I?" Jeff growled, "I could have killed you, right there with your parents. Like I did to my family, to the brats. I should have."

"But you can't now," Jane said.

As if he was going to listen to her games. Maybe it was finally time to take her down. Jeff took a step closer, knife tightening in his hand. He waited long enough to finally but this wh*re in her place.

"And who says that? I don't mind a good fight!" Jeff laughed.

The heartbeat of his body rang in his ears. He could strike her, right here, right now. Just end it. End it all. Just with one good stab, he would tear her ugly presence from this earth and be done with it.

"Do you think I honestly haven't given up on living either?" Jane asked him, "I dedicated my life to stop and kill you, even if it kills me, so I don't care if you kill me. But... "

His body froze at her next words.

"What would Sans say?"

What would he say? Sans wouldn't be happy, Jeff would be, but Sans wouldn't. He would give Jeff that look. The one of utter misery from the first day they had met. Would he cry? He would cry those tears from the mall, he, he-

"Shut up! Stop it!" Jeff frantically shook his head, wishing desperately that he could close his eyes.

"Wether you like it or not, Jeff, Sans and I are in a relationship," Jane said to him, "I don't care if I die killing you, or if I die trying, but what would Sans think about it? You have to deal with that now, I know how you replaced Li-"

"Don't you dare say that f*ckers name," Jeff snapped, feeling tears threaten to spill from his overwhelming emotions at the image of his deceased brother. "I didn't replace him with Sans, he never was my brother! Sans is real, he's there for us!"

"That's the point I'm trying to make, Sans is there for both of us, we can't keep doing this!" Jane yelled. "I love him, alright, that's that! You just have to suck it up!"

"How could Sans love someone like you?" Jeff asked, "You're so-so... Augh!"

Jeff gave up trying to find the words, too frustrated to even keep speaking before he plopped onto the floor below him. How did they ever end up together? They shouldn't have, Jeff never saw it happen. Sure, he had joked about a threesome with Jack and Jane, but did she honestly think he supported their relationship? Sans knew they hated each other, so why did he insist on hanging out with both of them?

"Why can't you guys break up and just leave? How did you even end up with him?" Jeff groaned, rubbing his forehead. "It's just... ugh... Sans deserves better than you."

"Sans is a great guy, he's nice to us and he takes care of us, of course I would fall in love with him," Jane said, "I honestly don't know how I ended up with someone like him, but... I do care about him and I want the best for him."

"As if a b*tch like you can give him the best, Sans deserves anyone else other than you in his life, you're probably just going to faint when he needs you the most," Jeff said, looking to the side.

Jane crouched down in front of him. "I intend to give him everything I can, I want him to be happy, just as much as you do. Maybe even more so."

"Bullsh*t."

Jane sighed. Jeff could see her move a hand through her hair in the corner of his eye, reminding him of the situation he was in. Sitting on the floor and hugging his knees to his chest, as if he was in some sort of hissy fit as a child. He scowled at the thought, quickly bringing his legs down back to criss cross.

"Listen here, Sans is the first guy to look at me in years who didn't just see big boobs," Jane said.

"Yeah, 'cause he's p*ssy level, he sees something way more gross. Yours probably looks like a swamp."

"Will you just f*cking listen?" Jane sucked in a breath after her outburst. "But if I ever, in anyway, hurt him through any sense, you have my permission to kill me on the spot."

Jeff perked up at this. "Really?"

"Yeah, if I ever hurt Sans, I want you to kill me, and make it painful. I want it to hurt just as much as I hurt Sans."

"Actually, I'm going to have to turn down that offer."

As much as Jeff would love to stab Jane at any moment, he had to suck up his hatred and admit that Sans was happy with Jane. A frustrating thought, but one he couldn't deny. Sans would get this funny grin whenever one of his dates would enter the room, including Jane. And she treated him like he was worth being treated, making sure Sans was always happy. Jane may be a dead person in Jeff's personal book, but to Sans, she was a girlfriend. And a girlfriend of Jeff's brother was someone not dead to Jeff.

"Because you aren't going to hurt him," Jeff continued, "Because no one is going to hurt him, alright?"

And for the first time, Jane smiled at Jeff as if he wasn't the one who tried her to a chair and burned her alive.

"That sounds like a plan."

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Hey lookie there, background events and character development with a hint of Jane's love for Sans. Yeah, I had no intentions of uploading today, but I got an idea too good to pass. Whoops.

Guess my fingers are actually dead now.

But my intention with these stories always was that someone didn't have to know the original Creepypasta stories to understand the plot, which is why none of the plot relates specifically to CreepyPasta knowledge that you HAVE to know to understand the story. Sure, knowing it can be cool in seeing details, but I intended for only UnderTale fans to be able to read this and get context clues and stuff inside of the story to get their characters without reading their original stories.