You're 16 and are a fan of Creepypasta. Though you know they're not real, Jeff The Killer is your favorite one. You find him attractive, but wouldn't go as far as to harming yourself like SOME people. Even though if Jeff was real, he'd probably be proud. You still live with your parents and they usually work during midnight and come home in the morning and sleep during the day. It's sad you barely get to see them, but their job pays a lot.

Tonight, you came home from school and was walking down the sidewalk. Since it was Winter, it was pretty dark already for 5 PM. Practically nighttime. You saw a figure in the distance, but you couldn't tell what it was. Might've been a person. You came over to it out of curiosity, and saw it was Jeff The Killer. You were shocked. Is THE Jeff laying against a tree, asleep right in front of you?

You needed him. You felt an urge to take him home. So, you did! You picked him up, and walked home. As soon as you got home, you laid him down on your bed. You didn't bother putting the covers over him, he seemed hot as it is if he's falling asleep in this weather. You left your room to go get some food since school lunch is trash.

As you were making food, you heard breathing from behind you. You turned your head, and saw Jeff staring at you, breathing softly. "Who are you and why am I in this house?"