This chapter is in honor of Technoblade. I cannot express how much I've been crying this morning.

That man was a legend, and he will be missed greatly. He was kind and hilarious and deserved everything in the world.

I know I just uploaded yesterday but fuck my schedule, techno died and that's more important. Also, fuck cancer.

Only a legend would make merch about his death, I know he's the one that had to be behind that. I already bought a shirt, I hope my money can go to the family well.

Rest in peace, techno.

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The motorcycle was new. Jeff hadn't expected to see one of Jane's girlfriends wheel it in. Clockwork, to be specific. They found it at some dump, an old abandoned motorcycle left for dead once it stopped working. She had brought it back with a giddy expression, gesturing towards the pile of old junk like some found treasure.

"I can't believe someone just dumped a panhead motorcycle without even attempting to restore it!" Clockwork had ranted, wheeling it into Sans' garage. "Sure, I'll have to replace a lot of the parts, but she's a fucking beauty. A '47 sexy ass motorcycle."

It was clearly abandoned for awhile, blue paint having long since chipped off and rusted away. The front light broken, both of the wheels popped and drained of any hint of air, the seat crooked. And that was only the obvious stuff Jeff could tell. Clockwork had leaned in towards the several pounds of metal that made the thing work, tsking and prodding at it as she inspected what she needed.

"Do you want me to buy you the stuff?" Sans had asked.

"Ah, nah, I can just steal it all," Clockwork said, rubbing her shoulder as she straightened up from her crouched stance. "It'll be hard to trust the parts with just pictures, and I can't go in and grab them myself because of my eye, so I'll just go take the parts. I know a few places to steal from."

"Alright, have fun," Sans said, "Garage is yours. I'm not using it for anything."

That's how the music started. Every time Clockwork made her way into the garage, she'd turn on a radio and listen to music as she started to work on her motorcycle. The walls muffled her constant screaming music, but they weren't enough to stop the side glances they got from their neighbors. Clockwork seemed to be having the time of her life building that thing. Woke up early to get started, stayed up past the late hours to continue to build it. The muffled music became a common background noise. A few times she played songs that bopped so hard Jeff had to go down and ask what song it was so he could add it to his own playlist.

Things seemed to settle down into a nice schedule again. Sans and Laughing Jack were going on lots of dates now, and Sans went on a few with Jane. Bean was growing steadily, things were good.

The excited shout had caught Jeff off guard. From Laughing Jack, too. He was in the living room when he shouted out for Sans, holding Bean with such a happy expression. Jeff honestly thought Smile Dog finally reached enough of his bullshit and finally snapped. Instead he stumbled into the living room to find the clown eagerly pulling Sans into a sitting position.

"She started crawling!" He had said eagerly, quickly moving a few feet away and setting Bean down onto the floor.

The baby babbled incoherently as she was sat down, looking up at Laughing Jack with her big eye sockets.

"Come on sweetie, crawl over to Daddy," Sans said, scooting back and patting his lap.

Hearing Sans' voice, she turned and babbled once more, quickly outstretching an arm to try and reach him. Seeing he was too far, she turned onto her stomach, before stumbling her way towards him in a crawl. It was slow, definitely awkward, but she did crawl towards Sans.

"Maaaaa, maaaa!" She squealed when she finally got to him, sticking his arms up to try and grasp at him.

"Oh my fucking Toby Fox this is the best day of my life," Sans whispered, scooping Bean up into his arms.

"She's learning to crawl early, look at her, my little french fry is going places!" Laughing Jack eagerly cooed, "She's only six months old but she's already crawling! Soon she'll walk, then get more magic and then she'll rule this world!"

"Let's focus on the walking first, babe," Sans said, nuzzling down against Bean.

Since Sans and Laughing Jack couldn't really go out to any romantic restaurants, Jeff decided to help and make a romantic dinner for the two on Valentines day. Felt like he owed them. Sans for giving him a place to stay and a friend when he really needed one, and Laughing Jack for being such a powerhouse that he didn't really have to fear the police anymore.

Except for he didn't really think it through, because Jeff was so far attached from romance that he didn't really know how to set up a romantic dinner for the two. The food was the easy idea. He found a recipe online. Looked good. But actually setting up the date? He didn't really know what to do. Jeff googled the usual romantic dinner setup but he wasn't sure if Sans and Laughing Jack would even like any of that. Candles? Rose petals? Sans never really showed an interest for that stuff.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

It was Jane that stumbled upon Jeff, staring down awkwardly at the box of stuff he had Ben steal for him. Random romantic things he was going to stare at until it clicked in his mind. Wasn't really working.

"Trying to set up a dinner for Laughing Jack and Sans, but I don't really know how romance... ya know, works." Jeff gestured towards the box.

Jane gave him a silent look before walking forward, fully looking down into the box. Pushing aside some of the items.

"Here, I'll help." She picked up the box and set it onto the counter.

Jeff stared. "You... you will?"

"Of course. Sans is my boyfriend and I want to make him happy," Jane said. She set aside the candles from the box with the flowers, instead aiming towards the candies hidden towards the bottom. "What recipe did you pick for their dinner?"

"A steak recipe. Found it online."

"Okay, okay, we can make this work," Jane said, "Both Sans and Laughing Jack like steak, and you can add candy to Laughing Jack's plate. And Laughing Jack likes it when Sans sits on his lap so they can probably just eat together on the couch."

As Jane spoke her plans she grabbed the spare apron from the cabinet, tying it behind her back. Her hair was quickly swept away into a ponytail as she prepared herself.

"Don't you have a date with Zero and Clockwork?" Jeff asked, an eyebrow arching from confusion.

"We don't do Valentine's Day, Clockwork has some trauma associated with this day. I just don't celebrate it." Jane said, turning away. "And she's also working on her motorcycle, going to take it for a spin tonight."

"Oh."

The two followed the recipe in mostly silence. Chopping, cooking, and all of that. Nothing but nods and silent agreements for who would be doing what task.

And she was good at it. Jeff hadn't anticipated that. He assumed he was the only chef in the house. But Jane was able to handle everything she made with only a few glances towards the recipe.

Noticing his curious glance, she returned the stare. "What?"

"Oh, sorry, just... you know how to cook too. I forgot that not all CreepyPasta started at a young age, I guess," Jeff said, "I just sorta assumed everyone only knows how to kill, I forgot we all had lives before this."

"Sometimes I forget too. It's easier that way."

She turned way. Silence clung to the air. Once again, Jeff felt shitty. The first time they did something together in mutual agreement and he managed to remind her he ruined her life. Great going, jackass.

"Are you upset I'm better at cooking?" Jane asked suddenly.

"What? No, of course I'm not, I just..." Jeff waved his hand. "I feel shitty for reminding you of my mistakes. I've been trying to figure out how to make it up to you, and I figured I'd make you something but you're a better cook over me, so what's the point?"

It was true. Her steak looked better than his. Perfectly cooked, seasoned perfectly. If Sans didn't save his ass he'd tear into that steak.

"Of course I'm better at cooking over you, Jeff, I'm an adult who lived a full life before I became a CreepyPasta. You're an underaged teenager that started to learn less than a year ago." She set down her pair of tongs, arms folding slowly. "And you do realize that cooking isn't going to make it up to me, right?"

"I know, I wasn't trying to fully make it up to you by this, I was just... I dunno, fuck, I don't know." Jeff grasped out at the counter like he would fall over any moment, chewed nails clutching tightly.

"Stop that."

Her voice didn't carry any hatred within it. Annoyance, sure. Anger? Absolutely. But no hatred. Jane sighed, brushing aside some stray strands that escaped from the tight ponytail containing the rest.

"I was twelve when I had to start learning how to cook," Jane explained, "My parents were never bad. They took care of me, got money, but their jobs had long shifts. So I taught myself how to cook. I've been doing it for over ten years. I'm not a professional chef, and I don't find any particular joy from it, but I learned how to do it because it's a necessity within life. I think everyone should learn how to cook some basic stuff for themselves. And it's great you're learning. I..." She glanced away, eyes slightly narrowing. "You aren't ever going to make it up to me. I've decided that. I won't ever forgive you."

Jeff nodded. Yeah, he didn't blame her. He really did fuck her life over. And instead of acknowledging the villain role he took, he doubled down and decided to insult her and pretend she was a crazy bitch. Then insulted her girlfriends even though he barely knew them.

She prepared the last plate, ensuring each had enough veggie to meat proportions before pushing them both together. Once that was done, she nodded lightly to herself.

"I don't necessarily like hating people, I mean, it comes easily to me, especially after the experiments," She said, not turning around to talk to Jeff. "But I've been thinking about what will make me happy. And holding onto my hatred just makes me feel worse. So I'm going to let go of that. I'll never forgive you. But I'll stop hating you, for myself. I want a new life here, I want to..." Finally did she turn, lips pressed together in a thin line. "I want to remove you from my story."

"You mean... oh."

CreepyPasta were known for a simple fact. Every single one of them had a turning 'incident' in their lives that turned them into the monsters they were today. A reason why they killed. An event that killed any hint of humanity left. For Jeff, that was when he was burned alive. For Jane, it was when Jeff ruined her life.

"I am no longer going to associate my CreepyPasta with yours," Jane said, an arm sticking out. "From this day onwards, you and I will officially not be involved CreepyPasta wise. Your victims will be your own, and so will mine. We won't be enemies anymore. This isn't for you, or for the calmness of Sans' house, this is for me. Alright?"

Jeff didn't even hesitate. He moved forward, grasping at her hand and firmly shaking it.

"Deal," He said, "From now on you and I are no longer enemies."

She smiled. Not bright and cheery, he's never seen her smile like that, but soft and firm. This wasn't going to bring her over astounding joy, but it did make her happy.

"And, by the way, I still don't mind cooked meals to make me feel better," Jane said, pressing her hand against her chest with that smile still present. "So cooking for me occasionally would be very nice."

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The wind felt amazing in her hair.

Once pulled over she leaned back and laughed into the open air, running a hand through her thick brown hair, fluttering away in the wind. The motorcycle worked. That fact alone excited her beyond belief. For the first time since she became a CreepyPasta, she was able to work on motorcycles and cars again.

Clockwork felt happy. Very, very happy.

She ran a hand over the beautiful machine below her. Finally. It's been ages since she could do this. Ride a motorcycle she restored. It was one thing to ride a normal motorcycle, but when you restored it, the ride felt personal.

Though this drive wasn't pointless. She really enjoyed the ride, but there was someone she needed to see. On such a funny date, too.

It was never too hard to go find them. Before they quit being a CreepyPasta, it was quite difficult. They had Slenderman to hide them away with his other proxies. But ever since he ran, quit the CreepyPasta life, he wasn't too hard to track down. For her at least. She knew him better than anyone. Just catch a whiff of his recent murders and she knew where to go. And she knew his habits, too. Knew when he liked to go out. When he would travel.

And sure enough, after less than an hour, she found him. Large bookbag slung over his shoulder, hair ruffled.

"Hey, Toby!" She called out.

He turned, orange goggles tilting under the moonlight as he stared. And she stared back, with a big grin, and a waving hand.