It was interesting to watch the dynamic. Not like Eyeless Jack ever had a lot of entertainment options. The most he could do was steal a few books from houses and read those, over and over, until their words became dry of meaning and he could practically spit out novels entire plots at command. But this was new. He got to interact with people, have real, full conversations again.

They all had roles. They all were a family. And Jack could only watch, from the sidelines, in pure awe at what was happening.

He knew each and every one of them. CreepyPasta could only talk to one another, so word spread out often of things that happened. Not by faces, Eyeless Jack knew CreepyPasta were very careful with revealing their face, but names certainly were known.

Eyeless Jack hadn't heard much about this. Just a few whispers that some CreepyPasta were disappearing off of the street, but not in a bad way. Yet he was here, watching it in full.

Sally was just being a kid. The CreepyPasta most of them tended to pity was smiling, coloring a piece of paper and clapping her hands together. Then, there was Ben Drowned, a boy who was known for randomly trolling random Creepypasta with no rhythm or reason, was playing Minecraft on the TV.

Jane the Killer had come out of nowhere, just walking in and taking a cup of coffee for herself. Talked to Ben and Sally for a bit before meeting Eyeless Jack again. They had met once before, briefly. Both had passed on the streets, dark eyes meeting in similar confused gazes for a moment. It was a bit awkward to meet again.

Then, there was Jeff. Easily the most famous known one. Boy had a reputation. Yet, the first time Jack saw him, he was wearing a baby blue apron and was baking lava cakes. With his long hair tied back into a ponytail, doing just... normal things.

They were normal. A family. All formed around that single skeleton. Who cared for them, like some sort of Mother, in a weird way. And it made sense, he did have a kid with one of them.

"Are ya staying here or not?"

It was Ben who confronted Eyeless Jack first. Not anyone else. Jack wasn't sure who he would have been expecting to confront him. He had stayed here for a full day, just absorbing his surroundings in pure shock. This was real. They were serial killers living normally.

"I... I don't know," Eyeless Jack whispered.

"Look, dude, you can't keep blueballing all of us, you have to choose or dip," Ben said.

"Aren't you like, 12?" Jack asked.

"Kinda. I'm a teenage boy, thirteen years old. I gotta keep up with what teenage boys do."

Yeah. Fair. It was a time of his life that Jack deeply despised. Just how much he talked about sex, as an ignorant little child, unaware what he was even spouting out. Most of the time, he had just repeated what he heard the bigger kids at the school saying, and what he could learn from the late night TV programs he snuck to watch while his parents slept.

It must be hell stuck in that age forever. Jack couldn't imagine it.

"Anyways," Ben said, "You staying or not? We need to know so we can update the chore list. And buy more food. Which is out of my wallet, which means I have to rob rich white dudes more..." He tilted his head back. "Ugh. Why do they have to be so stupidly rich that I can't just kill them."

Jack glanced back around the room. It was a weird clash of killers and normal family lives. Knives next to family pictures. Bleach, gloves, rope, and more all neatly collected into a box that could be easily disposed.

"Just... pick, alright? We need to know." Ben tapped his phone on. "Now that Sans is in the job field again that means we need to all be on the same page. Jeff cooks everyone food, I bring in extra money, Jack - other Jack, not you - takes care of the kid, Jane keeps her ears open for any investigations, Smile Dog is in charge when Sans is at work, and Sally is... cute, I guess. Though Bean's starting to take on that role..."

There were so many things Jack didn't know about these people. About this house. About Sans. Sans wasn't like them. He was normal. Yet he was caring for all of them. Why? Ben left him to think as he slowly climbed back into the T.V. And someone else walked into the room.

"You're the most dangerous serial killer out there. Other than Slenderman."

Eyeless Jack stared at the similarly named Creepypasta before him. Laughing Jack. He was deeply terrifying in every right. A warning to those who saw him, that he was indeed dangerous.

And the boyfriend of a short, normal man. Who he had a child with.

"I am." Laughing Jack's smile was wide, unreal. As if he would unhinge his jaw at any moment if deemed necessary.

There was always a divide Eyeless Jack found between the other CreepyPasta and himself. People like this clown killed for fun. Just because they could. Eyeless Jack had to kill. To eat. He couldn't live off of old organs, digging up graves didn't work. They just made him sick.

Yet, here the clown stood. A baby bottle in hand, his boyfriend sound asleep upstairs, as he tried to feed his daughter. She never seemed very keen to get the bottle from her clown Dad. Instead, she'd slap away at it, and coo angrily. No, she never wanted Laughing Jack to feed her with the bottle. She preferred Sans for feeding her drinks, and liked Laughing Jack when he gave her candy.

"I don't understand how this all happened," Eyeless muttered, looking around. "I mean, you're a serial killer. In a nursery, feeding your child. You have a boyfriend who seems happy to explore your relationship further, and it's..."

Perfect. The words never left his lips, though. He couldn't find the will to say it. Because that would be acknowledging that somehow, through some crazy world twisting event, this was possible. And that would be accepting that Eyeless Jack would be staying here to try and figure out how the hell he could get a happily ever after. And accepting that this man, a clown born to kill, has found his own family. Before Eyeless Jack ever did.

"Because my little potato found me," Laughing Jack said.

He made an expression that Eyeless Jack just couldn't understand. One of pure... love. Perhaps a sickly obsession, sure, but he found something that made him care. How the hell did he fall in love with him? Sure, Sans seemed very nice, and he did save Eyeless' life, but... How. Just how? He already long since set his soul on the understanding that he'd never find happiness again as a CreepyPasta. Yet these two fuckers came out of nowhere and now he was questioning all of his life choices until now.

Bean slapped away the bottle again, pouting. Laughing Jack tsked, before lowering a piece of candy towards Bean. She excitedly opened her mouth, but was tricked when the bottle was shoved in. She glared, rather harshly, but grasped at the bottle to finally eat. Laughing Jack giggled.

"Why do you call him that?" Eyeless Jack asked. "Potato, I mean."

Jeff, who was chopping carrots at the counter, turned towards the two Jacks. "One time Sans was carrying in potatoes from a shopping trip and spilled them all. Jack - uh, not new 'you' Jack, old Jack - saw him lying in a pile of potatoes and made a joke about how small Sans was, and now it's a pet name for him."

"Ah."

The chopping continued.

"Bahhh!" Bean suddenly squeaked out when Laughing Jack set the empty bottle onto the counter. "Gahhhh!"

"No, no, little potato is sleeping right now, my french fry," Laughing Jack said, sharp claws carefully reaching over to pinch the little arch of her nose. She glared at him. "Fine, we can go cuddle with him. But he can't hold you."

And just like that, the two disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Eyeless Jack never considered himself affiliated with monsters. He didn't understand them. Magic went right over his head. And he never bothered to learn, either, as their bodies didn't serve any purpose to him. He was hungry one night, and killed a monster only to find their bodies become dust. He had sat on the floor that fateful day, trembling as he grasped at their remains as it poured from his hands. A pointless death. Wish he had known earlier.

So, no, he didn't really like monsters too much.

"Did you decide to stay?" Jeff asked Jack, suddenly passing by on his way to the fridge.

"I'm... not sure, it feels like a trap," Eyeless Jack said, "No offense, but..."

"I can understand. Shits hard outside, then suddenly you don't have to murder, it's... weird. Fuck, like, I haven't killed anyone in a few months. Just because I don't want to." Jeff turned, cut mouth turning into a frown despite the permanent smile etched into his skin. "You know how it is for a lot of CreepyPasta. We start killing because some bad shit happened to us, then realize we can't stop because of reasons. But then, Smile Dog got adopted by Sans. And Sans let me stay for a bit. I was one of the first ones who stayed with him, and it... it was so weird." He turned away. "I mean, he wasn't even doing the whole safe sanctuary stuff when I met 'em. He was just some guy who was trying to deal with life and get over the Slenderman curse."

Now, Eyeless Jack didn't know a lot about the other CreepyPasta. Due to his killings being out of survival alone, they all had a little difference that made him feel like an outcast. But everyone, no matter how they became a CreepyPasta, knew of that curse.

It made him freeze on the stop, staring wide eyed at the teenager before him. 

"He encountered Slenderman?" Eyeless Jack hissed, eyeing the window as if the tall man would appear just by saying his name. "And he's still alive?"

"Yeah. Smile Dog made up a lie that Slenderman just abandons his victims, but uh... yeah, don't tell Sans. We haven't figured it out either. He ain't stalking him now, he's just leaving the skeleton alone. Everyone here just sorta agreed to keep their mouths shut to not freak him out. Because we don't know why Slenderman isn't doing his usual shit and just stalking him into insanity."

Everyone knew Slenderman. It was a requirement for survival. Sure, Laughing Jack was terrifying in his own regard, but he was practically a legend ever since he disappeared off of the streets years ago. Honestly, Eyeless Jack didn't realize he was even still alive until he met him today due to his lack of murders. Slenderman, though, was easily the biggest threat any CreepyPasta faced. He didn't just leave people alive. No, he made murder sound like a preferable path to his insanity inducing curse. One that enhanced all negative emotions, and with continuous stalking, would drive one mad, never to return. Make them sick, unstable, insane. If he got bored of them, he'd kill them. If not, they became a proxy.

Death never was off the table if those proxies become useless.

The other known fact was how the curse could be overridden. Either through years and years of therapy and medication, which could be undone simply by encountering Slenderman again, causing the curse to reactivate from its dormant state, or by gathering enough CreepyPasta to counteract it. Eyeless Jack didn't know much about that explanation, just that their souls naturally helped create a resistant against it. That's why fellow CreepyPasta couldn't get cursed by it.

One of the who perks of being a CreepyPasta. The thought of possibly becoming a target of that man alone sent a shiver down his spine.

"Maybe he's staying away from monsters?" Eyeless Jack offered. "I don't attack monsters."

Jeff dumped the chopped carrots into the stew. "Maybe."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Look, I uh... this isn't an opportunity that'll come up ever again. Sans ain't being held hostage, he's doing this shit because he knows what it's like to be us. Alone and abandoned." Jeff twisted the knife inside of his hand. No doubt a long time expert with the blade. "He's not some self righteous prick who wants to kill everyone either. He just doesn't give a shit anymore about trying to deal with serial killers. I dunno who made him like that, but I think he's met a serial killer before he met Slenderman. He's not evil, he's not good. And I think that's a great person to have hosting us, because he literally just couldn't care what we like to do as long as it doesn't hurt anyone he personally cares about."

Right. Jeff was right. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, really. No one would willingly open their doors to serial killers with no secret agenda. No one but this Sans, apparently.

"I know, I know, but..."

Jeff suddenly walked forward with a determined pace, the knife spinning in his grasp. Without any warning, he tilted it towards Jack's throat.

"Listen, fucker, I'm a teenager, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I've been on the streets killing since I was thirteen. And I kill for fun. At least, I did." He turned his head to the side. "That's the thing. I'm not sure if I want to kill anymore. I just started cooking to help Sans because, hey, he literally saved my ass by taking me in. Then I kept cooking, and realized I actually really fucking like it. It's way more fun than killing. It's gotten to the point where I just... nevermind. Point is that you -" He pressed the knife closer. Jack took a step back. "- You are pissing me off. I couldn't care less if you stayed or not. But this indecisiveness is a little bit annoying. You have a golden opportunity any other CreepyPasta would take in a heart beat and you're fumbling with it. I'm taking that as an insult, because I take pride in this damn house."

Jeff the Killer. A lone wolf, with only his insane dog by his side. Those were the legends. The stories Eyeless Jack would here whispered about. A poor teenage boy who went pitifully insane in his loneliness.

The Jeff before him today was nothing like that. He had a fierce look in his eyes, with a perfect grip on the knife against his neck. Skin burned to a permanent white, scars littering his arms and face, yet he stood with a firm posture. Not a lost wonderer, either. He found a home, and he was going to not only protect it physically, but also uphold its standards. This teenage boy wasn't a desperate, lonely boy who got forced into a bad situation when he was too young. At least, not anymore. He was a boy with a home now. Not someone scrapping for a place to stay for the night. And certainly not someone who could be pitied anymore.

"... How old are you?" Eyeless Jack asked.

"Seventeen. Turned it a few weeks ago." Jeff pulled his knife away. "Why?"

"I asked because you're younger than me, started killing after me, yet you already got your shit together and I'm a scared idiot who's too scared to risk taking the opportunity before him." Jack ran a hand over the spot on his neck the knife had almost touched. His voice was soft.

Pathetic, huh? He was scared to officially say yes because he was scared he was going to lose it. He already lost everything once.

"If you want some advice, dude, listen," Jeff said, "Sans ain't a bullshitter. He's seen people be killed and even said he's killed before. But he cares about this house and what it represents, and he sure as hell won't go down without a fight. I uh..." Jeff paused for a moment. "I haven't seen him fight using magic, but I know he's witty and smart when he needs to lie. And everyone else here is willing to fight for the house, too. That's the weird thing about this place."

"That a normal person is willing to protect us?"

"No. Well, technically yes, but it's weirder that he can actually bring us together. I didn't actually think I'd consider Laughing Jack of all people as a weird friend, but fucking whatever, you know. Guess it happened. Think about what you want out of life. But here, when you join us to live here for awhile, you become one of us. That's why we want you to pick with upmost certainly."

With that, Jeff patted his shoulder.

"Good luck."

~~~~~~

Sans had learned a lot of things during his time here. During his time with these serial killers. These CreepyPasta. He learned what it was to gain a rival, like what he and Jason had for a bit. He knew what it was to feel betrayal, through his brother. And he learned what a found family was.

But one persistent thing remained confusing.

What the actual fuck was his boyfriend and child.

Jane herself was a mystery too, but one that he didn't have much time to uncover. She held herself back from him on purpose, kept that mystery hidden away. After Sans lost the bet before, he didn't interact with Jane much after. He'd see her within his house, often with her girlfriends, but they only spoke in short sentences. So he didn't ever get an explanation for that kiss, though the high of that encounter had long since died down. The plausible explanation was that Jane was not above using whatever she had to ensure her loved ones gained a safe house.

Laughing Jack was an entirely different situation. Sans encountered him on a daily basis, but still had no idea what his deal was. He could never predict what he was thinking. Why he seemed so in love with Sans. Why he hated all other children but theirs with a burning passion.

That was one situation Sans learned to deal with overtime. He was growing a fondness for the tall clown. Not an intense passion, like Laughing Jack had, but definitely an interest. Bean, though, came out of nowhere with her... weirdness.

Sans had not anticipated how many weird genes she'd take on from his boyfriend. Because damn did Bean take on some interesting ones.

He rolled over, groaning as Bean's little hands pawed at his own. He stuck out a finger, letting his daughter grasp onto it. He had a boyfriend who didn't need sleep. So one would believe, instead of Sans ever having to deal with their child at night, that his boyfriend would handle it.

Nope. Due to him carrying her soul for a couple of months, they were already bonded. That was the funny thing about monster soul births. Due to how long the parents and child's souls remained close, they always had a deep, unbreakable bond once born. It was why monsters were significantly more unlikely to have abusive parents. His Dad didn't carry his soul, though, so he never had that bond. Explained his shitty actions.

Bean cooed and whined, trying to wake Sans up. He huffed, before cracking open an eyelid.

"I couldn't say no," Laughing Jack whispered when their gazes met. Bean perked up, her hair bouncing with the movement. "And I wanted to cuddle with you too."

"You don't have too keep waking me up to ask, if I'm asleep you can just cuddle me," Sans chuckled, drawing Bean into his arms. "At this rate I'm going to have less sleep than a single mother of one because I got two fuckers to take care of."

Adapting to Bean was a massive hurdle in becoming a parent. Sans read a lot of books on raising kids, hell, he raised Paps when he was younger and more poorer. So he thought he had this in the bag. Then in came Bean.

Now, he loved her dearly, but when he woke up one morning to find out that she chewed out of her crib, safe to say it scared the shit out of him. Especially when he had rolled over to find her sitting on their nightstand, an empty, almost terrifying expression on her face as she loomed over his sleeping body. Safe to say that woke Sans up very, very quickly. Papyrus was loud, obnoxious, like a normal baby. Bean just stared. He hasn't even heard her cry once.

Could she even cry? 

He got her checked out twice by doctors. She's fine. Just didn't communicate needs through sobbing like other babies. 

But Laughing Jack still remained a mystery. He was built up as some horrifying threat when he first received the box, yet here he was, eagerly cuddling up to Sans to be the big spoon as the clock in the hallway gave muffled ticks. The clown never made sense. And Sans didn't think he was fully sane, either.

"Hey," Sans said, turning his head as Bean played with his fingers. "Why do you like me?"

A question Sans asked a lot. He was usually good at reading social cues, but that was when it wasn't emotions directed at him. He could tell a liar on the street when they were blabbering off to his brother. But the moment someone talked to him, his mind seemed to short circuit and become stupid.

"Because I do."

Sans chuckled briefly. "That isn't an answer."

"Sure it is! I do!"

"Yeah, but there's gotta be a reason. Like I made a particularly funny pun, or like my sex was just that good. Which it shouldn't have been because I was too busy  - uh, yeah, I didn't help much with the work."

Laughing Jack only offered a smile. A soft, reassuring smile, the reassurance short lived with the sharp teeth that glistened in the soft light of the room.

"I just do."

Sans eyed him from the side. "I wish I could get into your head. I can't imagine it's that easy to fall in love."

Instead of responding, Laughing Jack only giggled, leaning closer and resting his head between Sans' shoulder and skull. The skeleton sighed as Bean made a babbling noise.

Another night without success. One day he'd crack this clown, he mused. But he guessed that day wasn't today.

~~~~~~

The box of cereal almost bounced at the bottom of the cart when Sans dropped it in, having been caught off guard by Bean suddenly letting out a loud gurgle of sounds. One of his hoodie strings was now caught between her fingers, pulling down for attention.

This child was going to be the end of him. Especially when she stared at him expectantly, knowing full well Sans would bend to her will. And he did. Running a hand over her magical hair.

"Oh my, is that your baby? She's so adorable!" A nearby woman cooed, a hand pressed against her cheek. "I didn't realize skeleton babies are just so cute!"

"She is, isn't she?" Sans said, grinning at her. "I love kids so much, and I'm finally glad to have one of my own."

Bean pulled at his hoodie string again. He reached a hand down and tried to pull it from her grasp. Fucking hell, were her fists made of iron?

"I know, I'm so glad to have found a man who adores children, I have three beautiful boys I wouldn't give for the world," She said, adjusting her grip on her own cart. "Are you a single parent, or do you have a husband or wife?"

"Boyfriend, my little girl was the product of a mistake, sure, but I still always wanted kids. Just happened a few years earlier than expected." He finally managed to pull one hoodie string out of her tight grip, but the other soon met the same fate. "We've been dating ever since."

"Oh dear, I hope that lasts," She said.

"Excuse me?"

"Ah!" She seemed to realize what she said, looking rather embarrassed. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that, but... you do realize how dating can easily fall apart? If your boyfriend decides he doesn't like you anymore he can just leave one day. And you'll be stuck a single parent. Happened to my brother, his girlfriend left one morning and it's been a hassle to try and even get child support from her. I recommend you get a ring on that man soon, or he might leave. Ever since then, he's been devastated. That's why I always warn people. Marriage leaves paper trails, honey!"

"I'm sure he..."

 The guy was a wild card. At first very attractive and interesting, but that meant he might run away at a moments notice. Jack was impulsive. And because he was a serial killer, Sans wouldn't be able to find him again. Leaving him and Bean alone. And that was if Laughing Jack just didn't get bored of them and slaughter them.

Immediately, anxiety begun to build within his soul. Insecurities rising, one after another. Laughing Jack didn't seem to like kids, they were his main targets for murder! And Sans had no idea why he seemed in love with him. The love was so sudden and intense. Which meant it would diminish just as quickly.

Sans was utterly fucked if Laughing Jack got tired of playing house and left. Because Sans didn't think he'd leave without taking a few lives.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry for saying those things, I'm just worried, every child deserves some loving parents," She said quickly, realizing her words likely did more harm than good, "I'll just leave now. Adorable baby, though!"

So she quickly sped her cart away, leaving Sans standing alone in the cereal aisle.

He was just abandoned by Papyrus. He didn't want to be abandoned again.

That thought terrified him the most.

~~~~~~

Sans was barely function mentally when he got home. Once he set down Bean onto a counter, he got to work putting away groceries. Fast pace despite his sluggish body, almost as if he was trying to see which box he could break by slamming them all. 

Nothing was tying Laughing Jack down here. He could leave whenever. Sans didn't know him. Doesn't understand him. He can't predict a thing the man does.

He could leave whenever and Sans couldn't stop it.

"Hey..." Eyeless Jack said, popping out from around a corner. "Can I talk? For a bit?"

"Sure, why not?" Sans asked. He slammed down a box of crackers onto the counter. "I mean, I'll probably fall in love with you and then we'll have a kid but because I have no idea why you even love me you'll get bored and probably try to kill me!"

Eyeless Jack stared.

"Sorry, sorry, some thoughts just got into my head," Sans said, waving a hand. "I just realized Bean's future is fucking uncertain as shit and that I'm dating a serial killer. You know. Usual stuff."

"Oh. Do you um... want to talk about it?"

Sans turned. "You want to listen to my romantic rants? It's yer - what, like second day here?"

"Yeah." Eyeless Jack shrugged. "But you saved my life, so I can lend an ear at the very least."

That was right. He saved Eyeless Jack's life. And Laughing Jack saved his.

"I mean, he saved my life. So I ended up fucking him because I was going through some rough shit. You know, Paps and -" Sans turned. "Right, you weren't here for that. You're the only Creepypasta in here that doesn't know that story, huh?"

"What story?" Eyeless Jack asked.

"Basically my brother left me for dead to save his ass. That was the big thing. Laughing Jack was the one who saved me. So I ended up fucking him and then I ended up pregnant not even a week after we met. It's just..." Sans ran a hand down his face. "I realized there's not really any good reason that'll keep him here forever. He loves me on some whim I don't even know, which ain't gonna last. And all of his victims were children so his love for Bean won't stay forever, either. I just... I just realized I was building up this fantasy family inside of my head on nothing."

Sans was so happy over finally building a family that he didn't process how fragile it was. Everyone else in the house he understood, so he knew they were all a family. That no one would betray him like his brother did. Except for the clown that suddenly appeared and threw his life for a loop.

"And he won't tell me why he even loves me so I dunno how to keep the relationship working! I don't love him because we're still in the beginnings of dating, I mean... fuck, just fuck." Sans closed a cabinet door. "I don't know if what I have is real or because of our kid."

"Do you want me to ask him for you? He might talk to me, since I'm another killer," Eyeless Jack said. "I was going to go find him for some food anyways."

"Do whatever ya want, I just think I needa google how the fuck relationships work," Sans said, picking up Bean. "This is what I get for listening to someone normal ever. Now I'm going crazy. Great."

Then he was gone. 

Eyeless Jack moved from the counter before pausing, staring towards the spot where Sans was. 

"Wait, how the fuck did he get pregnant?" He asked out loud to the empty room.

Ben's muffled voice came from the living room. "Magic, Jack, magic."

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So I made another video thingy

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And yes I am selling myself out

https://youtu.be/sqrhHLLkwI8