Don't Call Me 'Son' (Jeff the Killer Fanfic) [2nd Place in Jeff the Killer 2016]

Say Goodbye Michael

From downstairs, Michael couldn't hear a thing. Everything was so quiet and still that it started to worry him. He had this horrible feeling that something was wrong. It was like that feeling you get when you're watching a horror movie alone, the feeling that something under the couch will grab him by the leg and drag him under. The feeling was becoming stronger and stronger with each passing second. He held Jojo closer for comfort, willing himself to have courage. Michael had always been brave, but this was the limit for him. He was honestly petrified. How long has it been since his mother left? When would she come back? He had not clue, but to him, it felt like hours.

Michael looked at the phone in his hand, the number 9-1-1 already set up and the green button being the only one left to be pressed. He was taught this so may times. He knew it as well as he knew the ABC song. Michael always wondered why this was number relevant, but now that he'd seen his mother that way, he understood.

Monsters were real.

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Three hours had passed and his mother had not come down...

The phone on Michael's hand was starting to become heavy and the fear of the monster having taken his mommy was eating up inside of him. Even though his mom would be angry, Michael had to go up and check on her. He felt that there was no other way to save her. Firmly holding onto the phone and bringing Jojo to his chest, Michael slowly got off of the couch, the thud of his blanket reaching his ears. Once his foot touched the ground, Michael flinched from how cold the wooden floor was, the uncomfortable feeling sending chills down his spine. After getting accustomed to the ground, Michael let out a sigh and held his teddy closer. Michael looked up at the staircase from where he stood and walked over to it, his eyebrows furrowed with determination and fear.

Unlike his mother, Michael had never seen a scary movie in his life, so he didn't know any of the rules whatsoever. Unless the Monsters Inc movie counts...

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Jojo asked from Michael's arms.

Michael looked down at his teddybear, the voice being imaginary, of course.

"We have to, Jojo. What if Mommy needs our help?" Michael whispered, turning Jojo around so he could look him in the buttons.

"If she wanted our help, then she would have screamed for it by now..." Jojo told the young boy.

"But-"

"Mikey... Mommy would want us to wait," Jojo warned, his buttons staring worriedly up into Michael's eyes.

Michael stared down at his toy stubbornly, hesitant on whether or not he should listen to his advice. Everything around Michael screamed that he should help his mother. Jojo was the only one who was saying otherwise. With his eyes flickering, Michael let out a shaky breath before he brought Jojo closer to his face, making sure to look into his buttons.

"Jojo... Ohana means family-" Michael began.

"And no one gets left behind. I know, I know," Jojo said in childish annoyance, sounding as though he rolled his eyes before he instantly shut up.

Michael weakly smiled and gave Jojo a small kiss on the top of the head.

"Thank you," Michael said.

Bringing back his attention to the staircase, Michael let out a nervous breath before he placed his foot on the first step.

One down. Twenty-five more to go.

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Janet Borge was at her desk, answering 9-1-1 calls as she typed in her computer and ended her last call. Apparently, the man that had just called said Jeff the Killer was in his shop. While they were there, the caller had pretended to not notice, but as soon as they left, he called the authorities. He told her that they should send police right away because the serial killer was with a middle aged woman, probably holding her hostage. Apparently, they were trying to buy food and a few other things. He said that it looked like they packed enough to go on a road trip.