So, reason I'm adding these is it gives insight into the early years of Jerry and him growing up in Jeff's care. But it's not exactly the nicest environment for a child.
Anyhow, I'll create these whenever I'm stumped for a new chapter. If you guys like it , I'll keep these in if not, I'll skip them.
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The 3 year old sat in the bed waiting on his father to come in, which he did. Sometimes , it scared him when his father was out all night and came back with red on him . His father always assured him that he was making sure no monsters came to the van while he'd slept.
Jeff said night and was about to leave when the child gripped his small hand onto the bottom of his shirt. The killer stared at the small boy and raised a brow.
"S-Stowie..."
Jerry had a slight problem with his pronunciation of words but, Jeff understood what he'd wanted. Picking the child up, he sat him on his lap and began to think.
"In a place not far from here, someone was killed, they never caught the killer and the bodies got burnt to a crisp. Only rotten flesh could be smelt, a young boy went missing and no one ever found his body. The end."
Jeff finished and looked at the terrified child. He laughed a bit and this bounced the boy up and down. Fear turned to laughter as he was tossed in the air by the killer and caught. Smiling , he laid him back down and started to sing.
"What do we do with the smelly sailor, What do we do with the smelly sailor, What do we do with the smelly sailor , early in the morning? Tie him up by his hind quarters , Tie him up by his hind quarters, Tie him up by his hind quarters, early in the morning"
Jerry giggled at this and started to drift off to sleep. When he had fully subcomed to slumber, Jeff never left the bed just in case he had to wake up again. Although this parenting thing was a facade...he was really starting to enjoy this father role...so maybe, just maybe...he could live it out a bit longer.
"Less the kid knows, the easier it is to control him..."
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Short filler and I'm tired
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Killer's Son
FanficSince a young age, I've been taught things ...differently. I've witnessed things that I know now, not normal kids would. The earliest memories, that I have...are painted with splotches of red. Because... My father, is a killer And I help him.
