#jeffjack

Ben (first time writing Ben romantically lol hope I did ok)

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Ben had just got back from a meeting with Slenderman. A boring meeting in his opinion, he was surprised he didn't just glitch out of it half way through. The meeting was mostly just for some of the proxies going on missions in higher populated areas so they'd know things like the security camera locations and that Ben can only keep them off for so long so to hurry up. If it were any usual proxy he wouldn't even need to give that very boring debrief, but there's new ones, much to his dismay. So, after teleporting back into his room, he wanted nothing more then to just sit and unwind.

He floated over to his immense controller collection. There were retro ones, arcade sticks, newer controllers, niche controllers, and even some of his 'trophies' he'd stolen from some scalpers he'd killed over the years that he'd taken as a prize for his "tiring" effforts.

However, one of his favorite controllers was missing. Odd. For someone who was often unorganized and had a somewhat stereotypical gamer room, Ben was usually quite organized with things like controllers and games. His game shelf was meticulously ordered, and only his partner understood how it was organized, and that was even a stretch. So seeing one missing was an oddity. He got out his phone and opened his partner's contact. He could always go to their room, but if he had honestly misplaced it, he'd feel a bit stupid for thinking otherwise.

Ben giggled at his partner's messages, saving the photo of the controller to a folder on his phone to hold on to so he could always know what it looked like in peak bedazzled condition in case any of the rhinestones were to chip off. The blonde ghost floated down the hall and opened his partners door and instantly floated over to where they were at their desk.

"Shit, it's even prettier in person." Ben commented, sitting on their partners lap, earning a giggle,

"You think so? It was harder to get them on there then I thought."

Ben looked up at them with a teasing grin, "i was talking about this stunning piece of art," he kissed their cheek before moving their hair behind their ear, "But the controller is very nice too."

They blushed, leaning slightly into Bens touch, "Flirt..."

"Guilty." Ben then took the controller in his hands, looking it over front and back, "You didn't decorate the bumpers or buttons...Or the sticks."

They nodded, "Yeah, I figured that would make it harder to actually use, the rhinestones would probably fuck up the buttons too."

"True," He kissed them again, "Its lovely. Thank you."

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Jeff

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Jeff, despite what most of the house believed, kept his room organized. Messy, but organized in a way he understood. Everything has a spot, and that includes his knives. His knives sit hung on the wall or on a desk below it, near a sharpener with rags and cleaning supplies in the drawers of the desk. After every mission, Jeff makes sure they're all clean. Their partner laughs at him for it, but it was just a system that worked well for him.

So color him shocked when he walked into his room to see one of his knives, his babies, his prized trophies, shining from the nearby windows light like a disco ball. He took it off its hanger to inspect it. It was covered in pink rhinestones in various shades. He most certainly didn't do that shit. Gripping it felt nice but he knew that it could easily slip from his hand or catch the light right in his hoodie pocket so itd be easier for others to spot. Not his preferred type of knife decor.

After setting it down, he pulled out his cracked phone and texted his partner with a photo of the shining knife.

Jeff let out a long sigh, tossed his phone on his bed, and finished getting into comfier clothes. Once he was adorned with his favorite pair of black harem pants and his iconic white hoodie, he walked across the hall to his partners room. He didn't even knock, just opened the door and flopped onto their bed.

The familiar smell of their partner filled their nostrils along with the smell of glue that they were using on the handles of his knives. He rolled over and just observed them.

"Comfortable over there?" They asked as they glanced over.

"Mhm. Your beds a lot more comfortable than mine could ever be."

They rolled their eyes and motioned Jeff over to see their progress, it was looking really nice, "Pretty knives for my pretty boyfriend." They teased

"Shut up," He said with no real bite in his voice. Jeff leaned down, dark hair draping over their face as Jeff kissed the crown of their head, "You don't need to spoil me with all these things, Yknow."

Jeffs partner spun around in their chair to face Jeff fully, wrapping their arms around his waist and putting their face on Jeffs stomach, "I know. But I wanna. I like making things for you."

Jeffs ghost white cheeks were suddenly a baby pink as he hesitantly put his arms over their shoulders, "I dont understand you sometimes."

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Jack

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One thing Jack learned very quickly after becoming the mansions main doctor was there were a few challenges to his job. They weren't risks in his mind, just challenges and annoyances. Most of them had worn themselves out over the last few years. One thing he'd learned to do was to hide his tools.

Outsiders may suspect this applied to things like medicine to prevent the creeps from overdosing or doing anything stupid with them, this wasn't ever really an issue in Jack's experience, since he supervised the creeps taking their medicine and prescribed it himself.

Even though he didn't have to monitor the supply of medicine closely, the cannibal did have to keep track of his tools, specifically any that could even be vaguely used as a weapon. This applied to his scalpels almost exclusively, mostly since the creeps, especially newer ones, thought they could sneak out with them easier than anything else. They'd always be proven wrong, but Jack could almost admire their efforts in trying.

As Jack was about to start wrapping up for the day as evening drew in through the window blinds, he did a quick recounting of supplies and made notes of needed resupplying. During this process, he looked over at his scalpels. There was one missing. Odd, he usually would notice that instantly rather then what was likely long after the fact.

After sending a few not-so-friendly messages to his likely suspects, he finally sent a much friendlier one to his partner.

Jack read the messages on his phone and finished up his checking a lot quicker than normal; it may be under his standards a bit but that was tomorrow's problem. The medic walked up the wooden stairs to the main floor where his beloved was lounging on the couch while the scalpel in all its leopard-printed glory was drying.

Jack walked over to the couch. He flopped onto his partner's lap and smiled, "Good evening, my love." His partner undid his mask's back clasp and set it aside. They leaned down and kissed his grey lips, "How was work? I didn't see a lot of people limping your way today."

"It was alright. The most was just Toby getting injured but thats usual." Jack explained, snuggling into his partners lap that he adored so much

"I figured," They picked up the scalpel, handing it to Jack to feel, "Like it? I figured it'd be an ok texture for you."

Jack nodded, "It's very nice. If I need to blind any of my patients, I can use this and just point it at the window the right way." He teased before setting it down again, "Ill have to get a frame for it, like one of those shadow box frames."

His partner smiled at that, "What? Gonna hang it by your desk?"

"Indeed. The others should see one of the prettiest things I own. 'Gives me something to silently brag with."

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Toby (did I write his stutter and tics ok?)

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Toby was very particular about his after-mission routine. It wasn't complicated, but it was what he was used to. He'd go up to his room, shower, put on comfy clothes, and go find you. He always needed cuddles after missions, along with a ranting session for whatever Masky or Hoodie did to piss him off or how stupid the victims were.

Before you came to the mansion and started taking an interest in him, Toby never really gave a shit about himself after missions. He used to just take off his bloody clothes and go to bed for 15 hours. No shower, no care, nothing. Now that you were around, he had a reason to take care of himself that wasn't just Tim or Brian tossing him into the bathroom, telling him to shower.

This was a routine he maintained very consistently. However tonight after he got out of the shower, he didn't see his partner in any of their usual spots. They weren't in his room, they weren't on the couch, they weren't in the kitchen, they weren't even talking to the other creeps anywhere he knew. Odd.

Before freaking out, he took a deep breath and got out his phone to text them.

Toby sprinted to Nina's room, was there a faint voice of Tim telling him to "slow the fuck down" behind him? Toby didn't care nor did he fully hear it anyways. He frantically knocked before throwing the door open, almost hitting the wall with it.

As soon as he saw them, he sped walked the short distance to where they sat on Nina's white, colorful cheetah print carpet. Toby got onto his knees and sat in their lap.

Toby buried his face into their neck, sighing as his partner began running their hand through his hair, "M...missed you..."

Their partner kissed right above his cheek scar, one of his favorite places for his partner to kiss, "Sorry. I should've told you where I was. I didn't know when you were getting back."

" 'S ok..." He mumbled, breathing in their scent, "Can- *whistle* I se...see the goggles?"

They nodded and handed them to him. Toby examined and felt them for a while, smiling at their partners handywork. The new strap seemed to be a very nice leather, no doubt pricey.

"Yo-yoh-you went all out....for me."

"Of course. You're my beloved." Toby blushed at their partners praise, if he had a dog tail it would surely be wagging hard enough to break the floor, "Wanna head back to my room?"

Toby nodded "Want me to carry you?" They giggled, "Big, tired baby..."

Toby nodded before mumbling, "Love you."

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Helen (Also never written Helen before ._.)

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Helens art studio was almost...scarier with how clean it was. Even when he was working with blood or making more grotesque art out of his victims ugly bodies, that was relatively contained to one area, usually above a tarp or newspapers for easy disposal and he had as many cleaning products as he had art products. The only things that were dirty were his easels, paint brush handles, and the corner where any of his ceramic stuff sat. He tried keeping that area clean. It failed every time, much to his own hatred.

His partner also knew this very well, as not only was his art studio clean in such a way, but his home also was, although to a lesser extent, especially with his partner's messes now filling it lovingly day in and day out. It was a big adjustment for him at the start of their relationship, but he did his best to make it work for both of them. With these new messes came new surprises of their own.

Helen walked into his art studio, hung up his coat and jacket, and put on his inside shoes. He strolled over to the main area of the studio and was about to get water for his paint brushes when he saw it, something that would make the broom that he'd need to fix it weep. A mess of rhinestones surrounding an otherwise pristine desk, along with some on top of the desk, dusting its wood with white, shiny rhinestones.

Helen himself would never use rhinestones, glitter, sequins, or the like. Part of it was the texture could be iffy, but most of it had to do with the mess and unpredictability of that mess it brought.

Helen walked over to see just how bad the mess was and saw plastic wrappers for bedazzling kits, the smell of E7000 glue, and more rhinestones. Off to the side, he could see that one of the back rooms' doors was closed. Odd. He never closed that door; he usually left it open so he could easily get things out or in for storage. He was about to open it, but heard music. His partner must be locked in on a project. So, he decided to text.

After nearly an hour of sorting through the tiny plastic stones, the colors were finally back in their little cube-sized dividers in their box. Helens back was likely going to kill him tomorrow but he could always use that to bribe them for a massage or care day in return for making him clean so much of their mess.

Helen slowly opened the door to see his partners art project that they had been slaving over. There stood before him something he'd display for forever. A gorgeous, fully bedazzled rib cage. It shone with whites, light pinks, greys, and even a few hints of black filling his vision. Sticking out of the center and the edges of the ribs were flowers, ceramic ones. One massive one that looked like a Rafflesia arnoldi, a flower known for its corpse like smell. It was glazed beautifully along with the equally beautifully made roses and daisies around it.

Helen walked over and was about to touch it, their partner made a quiet noise, "Don't touch it quite yet, those rhinestones need to sit a bit longer."

Helen turned to them and kissed their cheek, "it's gorgeous," He held their hand in his own, turning back to the statue, "Is this why you didn't let me use my own kiln for a few days? Or even look in it?"

They nodded to Helens question, blushing a bit, "Yeah...I didn't want my surprise to be ruined."

Helen let out a small, almost silent chuckle before looking at it from the back and sides, "This is real bone, isn't it? The glue must've been disagreeing with you a lot."

They sighed loudly, "You have no idea..." They groaned, throwing their arms around Helen

"I see. Tell me about it over dinner, dear."

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smol Ticcijackjeff (No reader involved)

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Something that was only known to a select amount of people in the mansion was that Jeff enjoyed art. Nothing like Helen or anyone similar, but he did enjoy it. He had several sketchbooks and often had Toby or even Liu steal nice pencils or other supplies if they were near any stores that supplied them. His sketches often were of nature-esque things, Toby, Jack, himself, or just random nonsense that he just barfed out of his brain onto one of the hundreds of pieces of paper.

However he did also find himself picking up random crafts or other mediums for a few weeks at a time such as cross-stitching, digital art, collages, junk journaling, origami, ceramics, and as his room could painfully tell you, many more.

These projects would often involve Jeff being focused for hours and hours on end, hyper-focused and only really tuning back in when someone knocked on his door to check on him. Left unchecked, Jeff can sit in his chair working well into tomorrow morning, giving himself some form of scoliosis and carpel tunnel in the process.

Today was no such exception. Recently, online Jeff had seen a few people doing things like diamond art and while those things never interested him since they were rather beautiful and would seem a bit more out of place in his room among all the mess, when bedazzling came across his feed, that was a different story. Bedazzling was diamond art but it was whatever you wanted. That gave the killer an idea.

So, he got one of his digital drawings of Jack, Toby, and himself. One of his favorites. He increased the line size and some of the spacing, printed it onto thin paper, traced it onto a better canvas, and began bedazzling it. The boxes of rhinestones stacked empty almost faster then he could open them.

Jeff finally un-scrunched his body and stretched, earning a pop from about everywhere in his body. The noise made him sound like a human bag of pop-its. He cleaned up his desk a bit, putting his work-in-progress work off to the side and pitching the empty plastic containers.

With a yawn, Jeff put on his usual outfit of black jeans and a band shirt, covered by his white hoodie. He opened his bedroom door and walked down the stairs into the living room, seeing Toby on the couch spread out.

Toby instantly noticed him, "Go...Good morning *tongue click* beautiful." He said, happily kissing Jeffs lips

He could hear Ben chuckling from where he sat on the floor, "Did you just wake up, dude?"

"What? Miss my pretty face, jackass?" Jeff teased which made Ben make a fake gag noise

Toby giggled, "Well I did."

Jeff smiled a bit at that, "I figured."

After a bit more loving banter and a few insults tossed between Ben and Jeff, Jack walked into the room with a cup of Jeffs favorite, secretly overly sugary, coffee in his hand. He put it in Jeffs hands as he kissed him, "Good morning, gorgeous."

"Mornin'..." Jeff mumbled, sipping on his coffee, "How was the hospital wing? Lonely without me?"

"Mhm. Toby's nice, but not having you both there gets a bit boring." Jack answered honestly, which made Jeff blush a bit out of embarrassment when, realistically, the most Ben would do was give him shit for it.

"Ew, cringe." The glitching ghost said, rolling his eyes

"Don't you have some poke-boy to flirt with?" Jeff retorted

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

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