*This is my AU of two Creepypastas named Jeff and Liu Woods. They are twin brothers and were created by GameFuelTV. This is them before they have become Creepypastas, when they are both thirteen years old. In most AUs, Liu is the older twin brother, but in my AU, Jeff is the older twin brother. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*
Jeff walked right by Liu’s side as they headed off to school, not saying a word at the risk that he would sound rude. The sun was rising more ever so slightly, casting pink streaks amongst an indigo-blue sky. It was a sight that brought Jeff a little bit of comfort, because it didn’t feel like the world was glaring at him, like the world wanted him to be a certain way, like-
“Are you excited to make new friends?!” Liu asked, his voice full of way too much energy for 7:00 in the morning.
Well, it was easier for Liu to make friends because Liu didn’t have to think about it and because Liu wasn’t that different from the other kids in school. Why would he even ask Jeff that? Didn’t he already know?
“You know how I am with people, Liu. Nothing is going to change.” Jeff said sullenly. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound that miserable, it just…happened.
“Maybe this year will be different. Who knows? People might want to talk to you and-“
“It’s not your job to think about that.” Jeff said.
He knew Liu must have looked upset even without looking at his face. They had conversations like that before and yet somehow, Liu still lived by the illusion that making friends would come easier for the both of them.
“I’m just looking out for you.” Liu said after a few prolonged seconds of silence.
“I’m older. That’s my job.” Jeff said with a smile. How silly of Liu! He didn’t need anybody to look out for him! He was fine!
“You sure don’t act like it.” Liu said with a chuckle.
Jeff rolled his eyes and ignored him. They were getting closer to the school and so, they’d have to go their separate ways, for they had completely different schedules and completely different classes.
Even though Liu may have never understood him, at least he cared about Jeff. That made him feel a little less lonely.
It didn’t completely cure his loneliness, but it helped a bit.
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Complete tangent, but I always find it strange that people are looking for an older and a younger twin. Do the few minutes in birth time really matter? @.@
Also it continues to baffle me that you can have different schedules despite being in the same grade.
I like that you highlight the differences between the brothers which makes it easier for Liu to approach people. Makes me wonder what type of creepypastas they are and how they are using their different personalities in their no doubt gruesome primary objectives @.@ I get the feeling that Jeff might look visibly ... other?
Well yes, Jeff is emo/alt and Liu is not. Jeff grows out his hair and wears makeup, Liu does not.
They have different classes from each other, but they do cross paths. Things are going to happen, though. Bad things%u2026
Oh man, this one was quiet, but it hit loud. There's something so deeply tender and aching about this little scene—just two brothers walking to school in the pink hush of morning, saying very little, and yet saying everything. It’s not flashy or chaotic or full of jump-scares like some Jeff the Killer fanfics tend to go, but honestly? That’s exactly what makes this piece bananas in the best way. It captures the before—before the blood, the madness, the smile carved too deep. And that contrast makes it quietly devastating.
Jeff’s internal world here is so soft and painfully real. You really give us a glimpse of his emotional landscape without turning it into a dramatic monologue. That line—“like the world wanted him to be a certain way”—is so simple, but it cuts deep. There’s an unspoken pressure there, a kind of cosmic weight that makes Jeff’s eventual descent feel not only tragic, but almost inevitable. And I love that you hint at it without forcing it down the reader’s throat. It’s subtle. It lingers. Like that indigo sky.
And Liu? Oh Liu, you precious optimistic banana. He’s the counterbalance to Jeff’s brooding, and you write him so naturally. He’s not naive, just hopeful. That’s a key distinction. He knows his brother struggles, but he hasn’t given up on him—and that earnest line, “I’m just looking out for you,” felt like it came straight from a younger sibling’s heart. Their banter feels honest, with Jeff trying to act all aloof and superior (“I’m older, it’s my job”), while Liu calls his bluff immediately. Classic sibling energy. You nailed that dynamic without making it cheesy or overdone.
What’s also super exciting (and a little heartbreaking) is how you pack so much emotional truth into such a small slice of time. It's literally a walk to school, but it becomes a reflection on identity, loneliness, protection, and the spaces between people who love each other but don’t always understand one another. You don’t need blood or horror to make the reader feel uneasy—just the way Jeff keeps people at arm’s length, even the one who loves him most, is enough to create that creeping, emotional tension.
That ending line—“It didn’t completely cure his loneliness, but it helped a bit”—hit like a whisper in a dark room. It’s so understated, but the sadness hangs there like fog. And that’s what makes it powerful. It leaves you wondering how many more “a bits” Jeff got before the help stopped being enough.
Honestly, I could read an entire novella of this pre-origin Jeff—the kid before the creepypasta, trying and failing to feel normal, with Liu always two steps behind trying to patch him up with kindness. There’s something so bananas about how relatable you’ve made a character who’s usually written off as a slasher meme. You’ve humanized him, and in doing so, made the inevitable fall all the more tragic.
So yeah. Beautiful. Brutally quiet. I loved it.
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