DISCLAIMER:

The following of this fanfic is graphic and will make you cringe, beyond belief. If you don't wish to read, turn the other way. I made this fanfic through an AI generator and then polished it to make more sense, although I originally AI generated this fanfic out of boredom and want something to laugh at. The following of the material are two Netflix shows, "DAHMER: Monster: A Jeffery Dahmer Story", & "Beastars". For your safety, grab a bucket and your cringe protective gear because you are about to step into the bowels of Hell. If you don't cringe at this at all, then there is something seriously wrong with you. After you read it, please don't send death threats or a mob after me. Thank you, and may God have mercy on your souls.

As Sheep Astray

Jeffery Dahmer was a man of contradictions. On the one hand, he was a notorious serial killer, known for his gruesome and meticulous methods of murder. On the other, he was a lonely figure, desperate for companionship and love. It was this conflicted yearning that led him to seek out Pina, a character that is a male white Dall sheep with big horns from the popular anime series 'Beastars', whose gentle and nurturing nature he had become obsessed with. He had meticulously recreated his bedroom in his own apartment, complete with his favorite stuffed animals and even a framed photo of him. He would often spend hours talking to his portrait, confessing his deepest secrets and desires, hoping that he could hear him and understand.

One evening, Jeffery decided to take a break from his solitary life and visit a gay lounge in the hopes of meeting someone new. The lounge was crowded with people, all of them vibrant and alive with the energy of possibility. As he scanned the room, his eyes landed on Pina, who was sitting at a table by himself, looking equally lost and hopeful, deciding to explore his sexuality as he tries to find the answers of why he has feelings to other male animals. As if his dating life with other females in high-school, wasn't strange enough. Jeffery mustered up the courage to approach him and introduced himself. They struck up a conversation, and to his surprise, Pina seemed interested in him as well. He never dated a human before. They danced together on the crowded dance floor, Jeffery careful not to reveal his true intentions. He was both thrilled and terrified by the thought of having someone like Pina in his life. He knew that if he ever discovered the truth about him, he would be repulsed and probably even harmed. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a burning desire to be with him, to make him his. As the night wore on, Jeffery grew bolder. He convinced Pina to walk with him back to his house at Oxford Apartments, claiming he wanted to take some photos of his Dall sheep figure. Pina, always the nurturing figure, agreed, unaware of the darker undertones of his request. He trusted him, and wishes to make him happy. Pina was expecting to get paid for five hundred dollars in return, after the photos that Jeffrey promised. Pina plans to share some photos of himself back at Cherryton High, to some of his male friends.

Once they arrived at the apartment, the putrid smell in the living room hit them like a wave. Pina winced, immediately questioning Dahmer about the smell in his living room. Jeffery, however, played it cool, insisting that everything was fine and that the smell was just from the fridge that broke, but he has someone coming over to look tomorrow. He assured him that he'd take care of it in the morning, and to not worry about it. Pina believed him, and sat down on the couch, he took in his surroundings. The apartment was filthy and cluttered, with dishes and kitchen utensils piled high in the kitchen and a layer of dust coating everything in sight. He noticed a Satanic Bible by the couch across from him and wondered what kind of person would live in such a disgusting environment, let alone having a strange book he doesn't know about or heard of before. He notices the window with closed blue curtains, with a demonic looking wooden plaque hanging from above with a sinister smile and stare, looking at everything in the living area. Pina can already feel uneasy about his environment. Jeffery, apparently oblivious to the state of his home, busied himself with setting up his Polaroid camera. He told Pina to remove his shirt and take off his pants, claiming that the photo shoot was supposed to be sexy and intimate. Pina hesitated, feeling uncomfortable, already wanting to leave but thought to himself, "Maybe he's just a slob, but probably wants to get his life together. Maybe It'll just be one fling and that'll be it." But yet, Pina also wants to please him. He never done it with a human before, and he doesn't want to miss his opportunity by backing off now. He also doesn't want to ruin the moment or make Jeffery upset. He slowly undressed, revealing his soft, pale fluffy skin beneath his clothes. Jeffery's eyes lit up as he began snapping pictures of him. Pina, feeling a bit more at ease, decided to go along with the photo shoot. He posed seductively in front of Jeff, standing up, playing with his long, lush fur, hoping to make Jeffery happy. As they continued the shoot and the polaroids fly out from Jeffery's fingertips, Pina couldn't help but be bothered by the strange smell coming from the fridge. It was a metallic, pungent odor that makes his stomach turn. He hesitantly asked Jeffery if he can have the money now and then plans to leave, but he just waved him off, saying, "Don't leave yet. You're the most interesting… sheep… that I just met in my entire life. We can't end the night without a goodbye kiss." Insisting that this was nothing important. Pina didn't want to push him further, not wanting to ruin the moment they were sharing. The photo shoot continued for several more minutes, with Jeffery capturing various angles and poses of Pina. He felt a strange mixture of arousal and unease as he focused his lens on his body. As they finished up, Pina couldn't help but wonder if he truly found Dahmer attractive or if this was all just a game to him. Finally, Jeffery put his camera down and turns to face the defenseless, innocent bicurious Dall lamb. His eyes were filled with a possessive heat that sent shivers down Pina's spine. He reached out and tenderly caressed his cheek before leaning in close, his lips brushing against his. Pina closed his eyes, feeling the intensity of the moment wash over him. Pina's heart was flying out into the sky, knowing now what he's interested in as he fells for Dahmer, hard. He wanted to believe that there was something genuine between them, that he truly cared for a vulnerable scared sheep like him, the fear of being devoured by such a carnivorous animal.

But then, as their kiss deepened, Pina felt a cold, hard sharp object press against his chest. Almost like a claw. His eyes snapped open, filled with fear and confusion. Jeffery stepped away from him, revealing a large knife in his hand. His mask falls off, and his face was revealed to be twisted into a monster of madness, his eyes burning with an unholy light. "You can't leave me," he hissed. "You belong to me." Pina tried to scream, but no sound came out, as he freezes with fright. He struggled against the paralyzing terror that gripped him, fighting the urge to vomit as he registers the horrifying truth about Jeffery Dahmer. He wasn't the loving, caring man he thought he was. He was a monster, a killer, a carnivorous beast like everyone else around him. And he was his next victim. As he advanced on him, knife in hand, he felt the cold steel press against his skin, through his milk white coat. Tears streamed down his face as his eyes reveal terror, he tries pleading with him, begging for his life. "Jeffrey, please! You don't want to do this! I love you!" But his desperate cries for help only fell on deaf ears. He seemed to be in a trance, oblivious to the terror and pain he was inflicting upon him. Pina tried to summon the strength to fight back, to escape his grasp, but he was weak and overpowered, the sheep was frightened. He felt himself being led deeper into the dark recesses of his twisted mind. They entered his bedroom that was dimly lit by a single flickering lamp. The walls were covered in disturbing images and newspaper clippings, their macabre details sending a chill down Pina's spine. Against one wall was a large, rusty dresser, its surface stained with blood and dried gore. Pina knew that he was in the lair of a monster, and there was no escape. Jeffery led him over to a dusty, worn-out bloodstained bed and plopped down, gesturing for Pina to join him. He produced a worn VHS tape from his pile of VHS tapes and slipped it into a creaky old VCR. The television flickered to life, showing the image of a young man running through a dark alley. Pina felt a sense of dread wash over him as he realized that he was about to witness something horrific. As the movie began, Jeffery leaned in close to him, his breath hot and rank in his ear. "Have you ever seen Friday the 13th, the one where Jason goes to the big apple? This is one of my favorite scenes," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the tinny soundtrack. The young man on the screen tripped and fell to the ground, struggling vainly against his attacker with a rustic, filthy hockey mask. Jeffery's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the events unfold, as he starts to murmur in tongues it seems, as he rocks slowly back and forth. Pina felt nauseated, his stomach churning with revulsion. He wanted to look away, to shut his eyes and pretend that he wasn't here, but he couldn't get the scene out of his mind. He was trapped in this nightmare with no escape. The image on the screen seemed to grow brighter and sharper, as if it were projected directly onto his retinas. He then notices a strange looking blue barrel with a black lid.

He forced himself to lean closer to Jeffery, their bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, the animalistic energy that seemed to emanate from his very core. His breath came in ragged gasps, his nostrils flaring as he watched the scene unfold before them. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the tinny soundtrack. "I'm here with you." He reached out a trembling hand and placed it gently on his thigh, feeling the taut muscles beneath his pants. His eyes flickered down to meet his, a mixture of lust and madness burning bright within them. He leaned in closer, his thin and flat breast-muscles brushing against his arm, and whispered in his ear, "You know, I've always been fascinated by you." He shuddered at his words, his body tensing in anticipation. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like you." His hand moved higher up his thigh, stroking his bare skin, and he groaned deeply. The tension in the room grew palpable as they both became lost in the moment. The image on the television flickered, the violence onscreen seeming to fade into the background as their intense connection took center stage. He leaned forward, pressing his body against his, feeling the heat of his skin against his. His lips parted, and he tentatively touched his tongue to his earlobe, eliciting a shiver from deep within him. He reached out, his fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head back gently so that he could look into his eyes. The lust and madness in his gaze were replaced with a raw vulnerability that took his breath away. "I've always wanted this," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "To have someone who understands me, who isn't afraid of my darkness." He ran a shaking hand down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Pina leaned forward, his lips brushing against his ear. "I'm not afraid of you," he whispered, his voice a sultry purr. "I'm drawn to you. I want to see what's behind that door, in your mind." He traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble scratch against his skin.

His eyes closed, and he let out a shuddering breath. "I've never felt this way before," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I've never wanted anyone like this." He leaned forward, pressing his lips against his, his tongue pushing past his teeth and exploring each other's mouths. Pina moaned, arching his back as he felt his erection pressing against his. He reached down, guiding him inside Pina, feeling the heat of him filling him up. He thrust roughly, their hips grinding together in rhythm as the bed begins to creek, and he wrapped his legs around him, digging Dahmer's nails into his back. The violence of their lovemaking seemed to echo the horrors on the television, the images flickering and blurring as their world contracted to this small, intimate space of such an eerie apartment. Jeffery's breath came in ragged gasps, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pina could feel the tension building inside him, the orgasm coiling tightly in his core. He arched his back, digging his nails into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, harder. Their hips moved in perfect synchrony, a primal dance of lust and possession. The air in the room grew thick with the scent of their sweat and the wet sound of their bodies slapping together. Jeffery's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back in his head as he loses himself in the sensation of being wanted, of having control, now that he finally has it. He slammed into him over and over again, his hips moving in a blur as he tried to reach some sort of release from the building pressure in his groin. Pina moaned, his nails digging into Jeff's bed as he met his thrusts with equal force. His body arched off the bed, he rides the wave of pleasure that was building inside him. He could feel the orgasm building, coiling tightly in his core, ready to explode out of him in a hot, wet rush. Jeffery's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes fixed on Pina's as he watched his face contort in ecstasy. He felt himself getting lose, felt the pressure building inside him, and with one final, desperate thrust, he released himself into him, his seed spilling deep inside the Dall sheep. His body tensed, his muscles clenching as he fought to catch his breath, every nerve ending on fire. Pina cried out, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he clung to him, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together. He looked up at him, his eyes filled with wonder and desire, as if he could see straight in to his soul. "I've never felt this way before," Pina whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I've never wanted anyone like this." Jeffery held him tightly, his heart racing, his mind reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking and the depth of their connection. He pressed his lips against his neck, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath onto his tongue. He knew that this was not just sex, not just a physical release. This was something more, something deeper, something that went beyond the surface of their skin.

Pina felt the same way, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his own orgasm as he clung to him. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the rough stubble against his palm. He couldn't believe how intense this was, how much he wanted him. It was as if some invisible force had brought them together, drawn them to be together. Jeffery smiled down at him, his eyes softening as he took in the look on his face, and his white, fluff body. He traced his jawline with his finger, feeling the warmth of his fuzz against his skin. "I've never felt this way about anyone before either," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've never wanted to know someone so deeply, to share this kind of connection with them." Pina leaned up to kiss him, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate embrace. As they kissed, he felt the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them. He knew that this was not just a game to him, not just a twisted fantasy. He truly felt something for him, something real and raw and intense. Jeffery wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight against his chest. He buried his face in his hair, inhaling his musky scent as he tried to process what had just happened between them. He had never expected to feel this way about anyone, had never expected to share this kind of connection with another person. And yet, here they were, their bodies still joined, their souls intertwined.

Pina nestled his head against his shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns on his chest. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of belonging that he hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. "Jeff," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts pounding in unison. "What made you...?" He trailed off, not sure how to ask the question that had been burning in his mind since he'd revealed his shrine to him, after Jeff got up from the bed and opened his closet, revealing to Pina. He knew exactly what he meant. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering. "It started with the photographs," he began, his voice soft and distant. "I found myself becoming obsessed with your image. Your horns, and knowing your personality… I would look at them for hours, trying to memorize every detail of your face, your body. It was as if they were my lifeline, the only thing that kept me sane." As he spoke, Jeffery hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should reveal more. But something in Pina's eyes, the way he was looking at him, told him that he needed to know. "I started to fantasize about meeting you," he continued, his voice growing steadier. "About what it would be like to have you here with me. And when I found the letters you'd written… well, it was like fate was intervening. Like the universe was conspiring to bring us together." Pina listened intently, his heart racing as he spoke. He couldn't believe the depth of his obsession, the lengths to which he'd gone to try and make contact with him. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "And the...sacrifices?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "The things you did to...connect with me?"

Jeffery took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He knew he was referring to the darker aspects of his obsession, the things he'd done in the name of their twisted connection. He met his eyes, trying to find the words to explain himself. "I didn't think of them as sacrifices," he said finally. "I saw them as a way to show you how much I cared, how much I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to prove my devotion… my love." He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would understand. "It started with the animals… When my father showed me some of his taxidermy stuff," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought if I could make offerings to you, if I could show you that I was willing to give up something precious to me...maybe you would notice me. Maybe you would see that I was serious about our connection." The memory of those early days came flooding back to him, the desperation he felt to make contact with him, to bridge the gap between their two worlds. He recalled the look of surprise and horror on the faces of his victims as they discovered the offerings he'd left for him in the fridge, the smell of death and decay permeating the air. But to him, it was all worth it. It was a small price to pay for the chance to feel close to Pina, even if it was only through a series of photographs and letters. As he held him close, Pina buried his face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of their shared passion. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found him, to have found this strange and twisted connection that went beyond anything he'd ever known. He knew that their life together would not be easy, that there would be challenges they would have to face. But he was willing to take on those challenges, to face those demons, as long as he had him by his side.

Jeffery wrapped his arms around Pina, feeling the warmth of his body against his, the rhythm of their hearts synchronizing as they made love again and again. He couldn't believe that he was here with him now, that he had chosen to share this life with him. It was a dream come true, a dream so dark and twisted that even he hadn't dared to imagine it could become reality. As they lay entwined in the tangled sheets, Pina nestled his head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. He felt a contentment that he had never known before, a sense of peace that went deeper than anything he had ever experienced. He knew that their life together would not be easy, but for the first time in his life, Pina felt truly safe and loved.

The End