Holy shit i just had a really vivid flashback to the LORE around this art! The other character beside Jeff would be Ayato Yuri, poking his tongue out at Jeff, but unfortunately i ereased him from the picture when i took it (so i croppped it off now) and the OG paper is in the attic. I have no acces to the attic :(
The flashback was to WATTPAD. I used to write a ton of bullshit back in 2020 and so i wrote a Jeff the Killer x Ayato Yuri fic where Jeff was supposed to be the bottom ToT Dude that was wild.

The fic was written in 2022 so there may be grammar mistakes in it, either ways i'm not reading it again. Enjoy tho :3
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- Wh... where am I..? - Jeff raised his head up. He was on the ground, and dizzy as he was never before. He sat up, grabbing his head.
- I feel like I'm about to throw up.. - he said.
Confused as ever, he sat on the grass below a tree. It was broad daylight, and a few people around, so he panicked a bit, and pulled up his hoodie.
"Actually where the fuck am I???" - He thought and looked around wildly. Jeff was sitting on a grassy patch next to a sidewalk, with a small basketball court in front of him. A few boys were playing in white T shirts. It was summer. He turned around and just then realised he's in a schools yard. He got up.

- Is this a dream? - He whispered to himself. Then the realisation kicked in. His knife weren't there with him. No matter how he looked through the grass, it was gone. Weaponless. Lost in a random school. In a bloody hoodie all alone in the summer. He didn't know how he got there or if he's under drugs and hallucinating. He was panicking badly.

- Where is it?? Where the hell is it?!? Where am I- He was cut off mid sentance by a figure standing over him. As he was brushing his fingers on the grass blades, a shadow appeared. Two feet stepped in front of him. Bare foot, the nails painted black. Dust dirtied it.

Jeff was afraid to look up, knowing he's weaponless and his face will probably cause panic. The figure crouched down.

- Hammm? - They made a questioning noise. Jeff sat down with his black, messy hair falling in his face, and pulled the strings on his hoodie, till there was nothing showing of his white scarred face. On top of that he burried his face in his palms, feeling helpless and staying silent.

- Bu..? - Asked Yuri-kun, which he had a muffled grumbling sound as a reply. Yuri suddenly got excited and jumped up, grabbing the confused Jeff by his arm and pulling him in a direction. Jeff was rightly startled, didn't eveb know where to step, but what can he do, followed the person.

As they were blindly stepping left and right, the ground changed. Once on grass, once on dirt and the pavement until they were somewhere where Yuri's barefoot steps were louder. Tile floor. Jeff's thoughts were panicking.
"Where am I? What's going on? Where are we going? Who's this?" And "Do I just go with it at this point?" And so he did. So he continued to step and stumbe over himself.

Suddenly they've stopped. A door closed and Jeff was left alone with the silence of an unused science room full of dust. He fixed his sweater and looked around. He immidiately went to check if he could sneak out of the windows but they were all locked. He tried breaking them but the glass did not succumb. He opened an old tap, let the water run for a minute, then washed his face. His fake smile had less dried blood on it but it still wasn't healed. He cut deep enough for his mouth to appear larger. It was a distorted mess. He didn't know what to do with the bloody sweater but also did not wanted to take it off, even though it was summer. It was a comforting thing to have.

Muffled speach started to get louder and clearer as the door slowly opened. Jeff put his dark hair in his face and grabbed a glass as weapon, ready to fight.
- Stop dragging me everywhere! What do you even have to show, just tell me!
Tamura stepped in the class, quite annoyed by Yuri's suddent excitement this time. He had a second to look at Jeff before that attemted to throw the small glass jar at him, he immidiately closed the door. The glass shattered on it.
- Yeah, dude hell nah! Fuck that, let's get the fuck away. I don't know what that thing is but it's not human! Have you even looked at it?!
Yuri shrugged. Tamura was left speachless.

- I.. Yuri you do not need him that much, you can't have everyone you meet!
Noises came from the doors other side as Yuri was somehow still refusing to leave.
"Let me go or else I'll kill you!" Or something like that was heard. Yuri leaned forward to whisper something in Tamura's ear, who for this unwillingly but stepped aside from the door a bit.
- I've warned you. - He said, then went back up to the club probably.

Yuri and Jeff were finally left alone, only a silly door separating them from eachother. Yuri knocked in a sweet, cartoonish way, then not waiting for an answer, let himself in.

Jeff jumped at him with a shard left from the broken bottle, using it as a knife. He foolishly went for the neck with a big swing, just as he would have done it with his knife. Though the shard wasn't that long, it would've not reach, even if Yuri didn't evade it with grabbing the arm, stopping it. Things happened fast in that moment, as Yuri held back Jeff's arm, the pink grabbed his other hand, pushing his body towards Jeff, at the same time kicking the door just enough for it to close on them. Yuri giggled.
- No running~ - He smiled in the furious and surprised killers face. The pink somehow wasn't disgusted by the carved smile, more like he enjoyed the grotesque grin, finding beauty in the scar.
- W.. who are you? - Jeff grumbled the question between his teeth.
- Yuri-kun desu! - Words were filled with sweetness and pride. He sticked out his tongue a bit.
Jeff's hands were stuck between Ayato's grip, so he had no choice, had to use what he had, he tried to bite the tongue off. A mistake he may regret. Yuri put his tongue back in his mouth, leaving Jeff bite the air, but not leaving him just there, went in for a small kiss on the lips. The killer startled, suddely backed off from Yuri as much as he could, but this backing off did not stop Yuri either, as he went closer. A wall put an end to this twisted tango, as the pink haired pushed the killer to it, kissing him more. Jeff dropped the shard he held onto with his now bloody hand. He was trying his hardest to get out, but he couldn't even kick away Yuri, because that pushed his leg inbetween the killers, making escaping seemingly impossible for him.
Because biting the mouth would have probably ended up even more awkwardly, at last, Jeff turned his head, to get out of the kiss. As he was gasphing for air, Yuri without a break, started to kiss his neck. A disgusted "Eww" left Jeff's mouth as Yuri licked his neck from bottom to the jawline, smiling. No matter how he tried to resist, kicking just made the pink one push him even more to the wall.

Yuri looked to Jeff's right hand as he felt a warm flow on his own. As he was holding the wrist up against the wall, the blood from the scars the shard left have started dripping to his own arm. He was concerned but tried to stay calm, though his grip loosened, and stopped for a second. The killer was waiting for a second like this, he managed to free his other hand, and stick it between himself and the pink one, slightly pushing him away.A bit surprised but not at all scared, Yuri smiled again and let go of the other hand too.

- Let go, pervert! - Jeff said uncomfortably. Unusual to hear something like this from him but in the moment his thoughts were all over the place. He slapped Yuri in the face with his bloody palm, to which he turned his face. The blood smeared across the happy face, making the bubbley expression change to something slightly colder. Jeff seen the corner of his eye before Yuri fixed the sunglasses.

In the faint, blueish light which reflected from the shadow outside was covering the room. Dust and shards were all over the place. The pinkly dressed man pushed the dark, weaponless murderer against the classroom wall. They were the same age but the absolute opposite of one another. Althought they both had a hard childhood and a rather exiting young adulthood, that may have been the only thing they were sharing. Both covered in patches of blood now, stared at eachother. Sunglasses and hair covered their vision and both were standing in a calm silence. The intimate ambiance was suddenly destroyed by a light tingle they've both felt. Yuri's leg was still pushed against Jeff's crotch who was mesmerised by the bloody porcelain face. It was the beautifully presented smeared blood, darkening on the white face that turned him on.
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