Jeff's new 'Trinket' (BoyXBoy)

Well hello there (Chapter 2 part 1)

"Jeff, where do you live?" The young boy tried to make light conversation with the killer once more, even with the monstrous silence the boy still attempted to make the man speak. Jeff whipped his head around and stared and the boy with his white piercing eyes. The boy flinched and looked down in defeat. "Silence, got it," His deflated tone made Jeff frown slightly, unnoticeable once hidden under the red folds of his cheeks. The boy kept up with Jeff's lazy pace easily, they weren't going to be late and Jeff was never behind time. He was always there to 'kill' the music anyways. 

"Jeff, will we kill my parents?" The boys eyes twinkled as he looked up at his 'mentor'. Jeff nibbled his lip for a few seconds then smiled brightly, "Of course," His voice tore through the young boys ears like sandpaper, but was surprisingly pleasent to hear. After hours of walking in the dark forest hearing an almost human voice was more than pleasant to the youngin. "Umm, Jeff?" The boys' hesitation made Jeff mad and he glared at the boy till he would, most unwillingly continue. "J... just wanted to say. M, My name is..." His stuttering mumble made Jeff even madder and his eyes shone like headlights at the boy.

Making him slink further into the forest. "Speak... louder," Jeff's few words were all the boy needed to get out of the trees. he stood tall and spoke once more. "My name is Thomas, but people call me Trinket," Jeff looked ahead and nodded silently, names meant very little to Jeff, but to this boy it seemed that they were more important than that of the sun. 

 The boys eyes shown with love and admiration as they stared up at Jeff. It made him shake, being under the scrutiny of the young soul. The boy watched closely as Jeff walked off once more. Obviously fed up with what was once playing on his mind. The trees began to thin and Jeff 'humphed' as they approached a small log cabin. The boys' steps quickened so as not to be left behind. "Home," He muttered as he let himself through the door, not caring to watch Jeff promptly removing his blood soiled garments. Trinket gasped when he saw Jeff walk through the front door blatantly naked. His body was pale and white all over, no tan or brown in sight. Trinket gazed along Jeff's whole body travelling from his feet to his head. He was skinny and beyond under nourished.

But even with these qualities his body was beautiful, Trinkets thought were interrupted only when Jeff quickly wrapped a towel around his small waist. Jeff had a hard glare focused on Trinket and he couldn't help but laugh. He, a murderous, unfound  killer. Was being looked from head to toe, by an adoring fan with more than admiration in his eyes. He shuddered the thought off as he waltzed out the front room and into his own personal quarters. Trinket stood dumbfounded, his whole brain had been fried after the image that had appeared before his very eyes only minutes prior. 

Trinket sat down on a large Poofy couch and sighed, Living with his all time favourite 'Jeff' would be harder than he thought. He had to admit, he loved Jeff, more than the world. So did many other people of the earth. Many would give the world to meet him, let alone live and learn with him. But Trinket wanted more, He truly loved Jeff, and wanted their relationship to be more than mentor and student. But making that happen would be harder then merely smiling and pleading for love. He would have to be smart, and effective. 

Jeff watched Trinket as he sat in silence staring at wood in the fire place. Jeff smiled cheeckily then grabbed a box of matches. He chucked them into Trinket's lap and pointed to the cold pit of ashes. Trinkets Jaw dropped open. "No way, you couldn't. Jeff no no no, why?" Trinkets words didn't help the fact that he was to do the unspoken chore. With a final 'Humph' Trinket got up and went to the woods, retrieving wood at this late hour would be devastating, at the least. 

With Trinket out, Jeff began to grab a can of beanz and some Jelly and placed them on his small dining table. He then also placed spoons down and laid a spare mattress on the floor for Trinket. This took him all but 5 minutes and it gave him all the time he needed to set the fire so as to not let Trinket freeze apon his first step back inside the small cabin. It was a rather chilly night, and the incoming winter snows didn't help the matter. There was enough woods by the fire for Jeff to be able to get a simple warm blaze going. Trinket walked back into the cabin shortly after. His arms were covered in small cuts and grazes. Jeff laughed heartily at the sight, his laughter like nails on a chalkboard. Trinket cringed but quickly recovered as he placed the collected wood down. 

Jeff promptly placed a larger one on the fire and crawled back to the tabel. Trinket followed and smiled at the meager feast. "Well, we know who gets alot of guests. It certainly isn't you, I can say for sure," Trinket laughed at his own joke but stopped when he saw Jeffs glare. He put his arms up in defense and looked down at his food, he mumbled his apologies and started to eat his baked beanz. Jeff couldn't help but think that Trinket was just too cute, He couldn't wait till he could watch the Boys technique of murdering. How would he mercilessly end the person, how would he cruelly watch them suffer, what would he do to the body. Which trademark has he chosen.

"Trademark," Jeff muttered out loud, he silently bashed himself for speaking the 'unspoken' question. Trinket thought for a few seconds then his face brighted. "I'm Jeff's new Trinket," His voice was lathered with pride. Jeff sat silently for a few seconds then shook his head, no. "Trademark, not name," Speaking had become some what Foriegn to Jeff and this conversation was beginning to run his throat red raw. Understanding dawned on Trinkets gleaming features, His eyebrows furrowed as he entered deep thought. He then dug deep into his pocket, and pulled out a lolly wrapper.

"There is but one, a shadow unlike others, he lurks in the midst of a wonder, a murderer of all sort. A small blue wrapper is all that is left in his wake, these of which are his mighty 'Trinkets' of the night," Trinket looked up at Jeff in expectation, Jeff looked at him then shrugged, It was long but had story and meaning. It suited Trinket well, and with that Jeff turned and dug into his food. Trinket however continued to pull wrappers from his pockets, watching them fall lazily to the floor.

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YAY PArt one of chapter 2 done, oof. Hope you guys like, as I said in the begging I do hope to do well and should update soon, after I get a few reads of course, and maybe a vote. but I won't ask too much of you. So funny near end of chapter and my laptop started lagging. super bad now lol. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and wish to write for you guys again soon. And please remember

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