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Jeff the killer x Neurodivergent!Y/N

Y/N was a new proxy, the problem with that was that new meat usually got Jeff's attention, and his attention, trust me, was NOT wanted, since it would constantly end up with them overstimulated, when Toby would be around he'd help calm them down, but he wasn't always there, he also had missions and a life after all. Jeff usually would annoy them about it while Toby tried to calm them down, though, more recently, Jeff would just stand around and watch Toby calm them, instead of the usual teasing or snarky remark, he would just keep his mouth in a smirk as he watched them suffer.

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After some time, the inevitable happened, Jeff and Y/N got paired on a mission, they had to eliminate a possible threat to the whole manor, them now finding themselves at a Halloween party inside a bar. Y/N had some earphones on, listening to some music to try to drown out the loudness and ignore the people surrounding them inside the place, they were feeling slightly anxious due to the large amount of people.

Both them and Jeff were wearing different clothing than the ones they were used to. Jeff wore a clean black hoodie with a bleached on skeleton pattern, the hood over his head, hiding his scarred face, a black facemask with a sharp smile on, his usual pants and shoes on, while Y/N... Nevermind, they were in full costume, but whatever, they also weirdly found a way to incorporate many pockets into their costume.

Jeff scanned the crowd, stuffing his hands into his hoodie's pocket, feeling his cool knife, his eyes landed on tonight's victim. "Fuck..." He mumbled under his breath, the victim was surrounded by people, thankfully no one's attention was currently on the victim- well except Jeff's. His gaze turned to Y/N, rolling his eyes. "Childish..." He then walked over to the bar, having a clear view of the victim. Y/N on the other hand, managed to get distracted by this lady in a cool witch costume. They ended up losing their way, the sounds started getting louder, the place more cramped, the mix of the sweat, alcohol, the noise and the cramped space, it was all too much and caused their heart to race in their chest, their palms got sweaty, their breath hitched and started to become jagged, it becoming complicated to get a full breath in, their chest clenched, it becoming even more complicated to breathe, their eyes watered.

Then they saw it, the black hoodie in the crowd, but they couldn't move towards it, they were frozen in place, then they heard it. "Hey PRG (Person with Restricted Growth), why'd you leave?" That's the first time that shitty nickname ever gave them any bit of calm. When Jeff finally got to them, he knew something was off, they looked pale, their body shaking like a baby giraffe's would. 'Toby would kill me if I left this idiot like this.' Jeff thought, he groaned and gripped Y/N by the wrist, pulling them along as he stormed off. "You owe me for this one." He got them outside, letting them sit beside the door. "Stay here." Jeff shoved his hand into his jean's pocket and pulled out a small stim toy, throwing it onto their lap, trying to ignore the small heat on his cheeks, thankfully hidden behind the facemask.

He stormed back inside, rescanning the crowd, the threat on his way to the bathroom, he followed closely behind, locking the door as they both entered, making sure there was no one else in the bathroom but the two of them before striking, approaching the man, pulling out the knife from his pocket, turning him around to face him with a hand to the shoulder, leaning in and jabbing the cold object into the man's stomach, pulling it out then jabbing it again, stabbing at least 12 times before letting the man fall, a grin on his face, he washed his hands and did the unthinkable, he put his hoodie under the water to get rid of most of the blood. He walked out of the bathroom and scurried outside. Finding Y/N sitting right where he left them, them looking more calm, fidgeting with the toy, he kept his glace on them for a little longer than usual, feeling that gross sensation on his chest, he hated it, yet longed for it deeply, it being.. love?- He snapped that thought out of his head before talking. "Let's go PRG." They stood up. "Thanks." The shorter person spoke lowly, shoving the stim toy into one of their many pockets, turning to look at Jeff. "You owe me in a future date, so don't even bother."

They returned to the manor and Jeff used that favor to eat the last poptart less that 2 days later.