Jillian spent the next week trying to act as normal as possible, meaning before Jeff came into her life. She missed the little interaction that she had with her parents. She tried to make more dinner conversation, which only made a small amount of progress. She had talked to Jeff about this, though there was not much he could do but tell her that she would have grown apart from them anyways.
That night, when Jeff snuck into her bedroom, he asked her "When's your birthday? I remember you talking about it a long time ago."
"Oh," Jillian looked up at the calendar and squinted her eyes. "Eleven days."
Jeff smiled. "I have to start thinking out what to get you."
"You don't have to get me anything."
"I don't care. Anyways, tomorrow night I'd like to…eh…formally introduce you to the…family, I guess. They're not all psychoses like Jane, and I just thought it might make them leave you alone if they just get over the fact you're a human. Plus, if you go, Slendy's going to heal that bad cut of yours." Jeff smiled halfheartedly, almost human again. "So, what do you say?"
Jillian enjoyed this. She could tell he was actually blushing. "So our first date is me meeting your family?" She taunted.
"Hey! I never said this was going to be a date!" Jeff laughed.
Jillian smirked. "Then no thank you."
"Fine." Jeff muttered under his breath.
The next day, Jillian had barely eaten anything at her own dinner. She thought it would be rude to go to the Creepypasta's house for dinner and not eat anything. Even though they were a group of monsters and killers, she still wanted them to like her for several reasons. One, she and Jeff were now…together, so she wanted them to approve of her. Second, she did not want to have herself killed by any of them, especially since they did not particularly favor her already.
Jillian sighed to herself knowing that they were all killers. She may have been mistreated by people, but that did not mean she thought it was okay for them to be killed, unless it was someone who committed a terrible crime and truly deserved it. She really only wished the Jeff was not a killer, but at the same time, if he was not, he would not be Jeff The Killer. Plus, killing is what had brought them together.
Jeff snatched Jillian through the window and brought her back to his house yet again. She walked in to see a large group of monsters in the living room. Slenderman looked up.
"You're here. I will bring the girl-" He corrected himself. "I will bring Jillian upstairs and heal her."
Jeff grabbed Jillian's hand protectively. "Why the hell do you have to bring her upstairs? You can do it right here."
The Slenderman agreed, not wanting to deal with Jeff's immaturity when it came to this girl. Slendy asked Jillian to lift her shirt up enough so that he would be able to see the cut that Jane had made. She did so reluctantly, not really wanting an entire group of monsters to see her stomach, but she did so as to not cause a scene.
Ben looked over to watch. Once Jillian had lifted her shirt up, he commented. "Eh, you could do a little better with that stomach of yours." Jillian blushed a deep red. She did not have a stomach that made her look pregnant, but it was not extremely well toned with muscle either.
Jeff must have seen her reaction and whispered in her ear. "Don't listen to that dick, okay?"
Jillian nodded and the Slenderman placed his hand on the cut. Even though he did not have a face, he appeared to be in deep thought and concentration. Jillian did not dare more, as she did not want to interrupt him healing her or make him angry. A few moments passed, and she could feel her skin pulling itself back together. She bit down on her lip and refrained from flinching or groaning. She figured that she also needed to act as her tougher self around the Creepypastas, since they had only seen her in a vulnerable state so far. She was not a damsel in distress and had no desire to be, she just so happened to be in that position whenever they saw her.
Jillian felt the Slenderman remove his hand from her stomach. When she looked back down, the cut had been completely healed; all that remained was a scar.
"I will not be able to get rid of that." The Slenderman said without emotion.
"Thank you." Jillian responded, looking up at the faceless man.
About twenty minutes later, dinner was served. Everyone was eating something different at a long dining room table. Jillian inferred that they did not all eat dinner together every night, for the Creepypastas where not what one thought of when they thought of a big happy family.
The Slenderman and the Rake sat at each of the heads of the table on either end. Both were eating slabs of meat. Jillian knew what the Slenderman ate, so she guessed that it was meat from a child. She shivered, and knowing how closely related Slendy and the Rake were, she guessed his meal was the same.
On the left side of the table were Hoodie, Masky, Ben, and Jane, in that order. Masky and Hoodie were closer to the Slenderman, while Jane was next to the Rake. They all ate tortillas and quesadillas that lay in the middle of the table for everyone to take. On the right side of the table were Jeff, Jillian, and Eyeless Jack. Jeff and Jillian sat closer to the Slenderman since Jeff wanted to be nowhere near Jane. Jeff grabbed a tortilla and put it on his plate and began topping it with several other toppings that were on the table to choose from. Next to Jillian, Eyeless Jack ate with his fingers, which were covered in blood from the kidney and, most likely, a liver that were on his plate. She swallowed hard, trying not to watch him.
Jillian took a cheese quesadilla, and then looked at Jeff. "Um…is there anything in here I should know about?" She asked cautiously.
"Nope. It's only cheese." He responded.
The eating and small conversation continued. Jillian learned that Jeff had made the meal himself, and could not hide that she was impressed.
"Well," Ben began. "He should be able to make good Mexican food. I mean, can't you tell how Mexican he is?" He pointed to Jeff's pale skin.
Jillian had to laugh at that. It was the first time any of them had heard her do that, except for Jeff.
"Shut the fuck up, Ben!" Jeff yelled, while Jillian continued to laugh.
The laughter, however, stopped immediately when Jane spoke up. "Jillian, I would like to apologize for our first encounter. See, I was only following orders. I'm sure you can understand." She said so sweetly it was sour.
Before Jillian could speak, Hoodie chimed in. "You liar! You jumped at the chance of killing her!" Masky put his hand over Hoodie's mouth, trying to keep him from continuing. He looked over at Jillian apologetically. He knew that she did not need to hear that. Jeff did not need to either, since he was already on edge so much.
"It's….fine, Jane." Jillian said calmly, refusing to look into Jane's black eyes. "I don't want to make any more enemies." Jane smiled, and continued eating.
After dinner was over and the dishes were put away, Jeff brought Jillian up into his room. As they went up the stairs, Ben and Hoodie hollered some comments up at them that caused Jillian to blush a bright red.
