Give you HELL_JeffTK x Insane? Male Reader Final!

    (M/n)'s POV

    He woke up with Jeff's arms around his waist. Bright sunlight crept in through the windows, but (M/n) wanted to stay snuggled up to the killer. Closing his eyes, however, he caught sight of a shadow flit across the window.
    Tensing, he gently, but urgently, shook Jeff awake.
    "What?" The killer groaned, lifting his night mask from his eyes. Before (M/n) could answer, there was a blast of noise as dark figures started flooding the room, roughly pulling (M/n) and Jeff from the bed. Both boys fought, (M/n) kicking and biting the attackers, while Jeff slit two of their throats, before both were subdued.
    A low chuckle made them look up. (M/n) cringed with horror, Jeff stared in disbelief.
    It was Oliver.

    Jeff's POV

    "How the Hell are you still alive?" Jeff's head was bashed into the ground, (M/n) roared as he tried to free himself once again, but was also crushed into the ground. Oliver lifted a hand to stop the boys' captors.
    "Funny you should ask that, Jeffery." Oliver's voice was different than from before, deeper. (M/n) realized that Oliver wasn't the one speaking, but his mouth was moving.
    "Perhaps, you should ask (M/n)."
    Jeff looked at (M/n), who's eyes were once more black, but it looked like he was still in control.
    "File # 132 Zalgo. Level 10 danger classification. All attempts at capture prove ineffective. No further Information available." (M/n)'s voice droned. Oliver/Zalgo looked at the boy with a look of contempt mixed with... pride?
    "My finest creation, wouldn't you say so, Jeffery? A library in the form of a human brain." Oliver/Zalgo walked over and took (M/n)'s chin between his thumb and forefinger.
    "Unfortunately, the information it's gathered can't be overwritten, so this model's useless to me as well." Jeff glanced at the dark figures around them. Zalgo noticed.
    "Don't worry about them, Jeffery. I only promised them my creation if it could give me useful information." He threw his hands into the air.
    "But I have no need for it anyway. I'll just use the first model." One of the figures moved forward and knelt down to (M/n), who stared sadly as they pulled their hood back.
    "Lizzie." (M/n) said her name matter of factly, as if he'd known all along.
    Zalgo smiled at Jeff, who was thoroughly confused. Didn't Elizabeth die?
    "That being said, I have no need for model two--" Zalgo's face went dark. "But I can't have it running around either." With a wave of his hand, the boy holding (M/n) forced his head down, (M/n)'s black eyes widening as Zalgo brought forth a sword.
    "No!" Jeff screamed as he struggled against the boys holding him, as Zalgo raised the sword. "Zalgo STOP!"
    The sword came down and opened a river of blood.

    (M/n)'s POV

    He saw the sword come down, horrifyingly slow it seemed. Suddenly, a dark shadow was between him and the sword, hot blood splashing him.
    Horrified, (M/n)'s eyes reverted back to normal as he looked into the face of his sister, her bloody hands caressing his face.
    "(M/n)," she coughed, red spilling from her mouth. "I'm so happy for you. Know I'll always love you." Tears filled (M/n)'s eyes as, once again, his sister died.
    Zalgo was enraged, bringing his sword back once again for a killing blow....only to get plowed from behind by-- The Eyeless one! (M/n)'s hackles raised and his eyes went black once more.
    Must kill the Eyeless one.

    Jeff's POV

    Smiling ever wider as the cavalry arrived, Jeff bashed the back of his head into the guy's face behind him, causing him to be released. Killing him, Jeff turned to help (M/n), only to back off when he saw (M/n) shred his captors. He must've seen Jack.

    Later.....

    Zalgo escaped. Jeff found Jack later, (M/n) having killed most of the black robes to try and get to Jack, who was now cornered in a tree outside the asylum. After calming (M/n) down, the boys began cleaning up the bodies. Only Lizzie would have a funeral. The others could be thrown in the lake or burned.
    As (M/n) dug a grave, insisting that he should be the one to do it, he realized he felt as raw as he did the first time. It was happening all over again.
    Tears fell as he finished digging. As he went to pull himself out of the hole, Jeff appeared to help him. They were silent as they filled the grave with flowers. They were silent as they lowered Elizabeth into the grave.
    After the funeral, Jeff pulled (M/n) into a tight embrace. It was only then, did (M/n) realize he was sobbing uncontrollably, wailing into his boyfriend's shoulder.
    "It's okay, (M/n)." Jeff soothed, brushing (M/n)'s hair with his hand as he rocked back and forth. "Cry all you want. I'm here. I love you."