The emperor screams as the last few bullets pierce through its face. The guardians around it stop attacking, turning to the beast they were protecting with an odd sense of melancholy. It started to shake and Athena grabbed those that were close guarding them with her shield. Then the vault monster exploded raining bits of eridium until all that was left was a floating symbol radiating power. Jack approached it and the vault graciously gave him a seat as his vault hunters stood back unsure of the boon they had spent months searching and killing for. Jack seemed satisfied practically giggling as knowledge flowed into his mind. Tim's eyes were glued to his boss so he didn't notice Lilith appearing until she was too close to Jack for him to stop.

Time seemed to slow as the symbol was smashed into Jack's face. The angry pained scream that erupted from the man will haunt Tim. Everyone was either too far away or too stunned to do anything as Lilith swagger away. Snapping out of his shock he bolted toward Jack gently picking him up with Athena's help. Jack limply covered his face as he clung to Tim. The scent of eridium disgustingly mixed with melted flesh burns the nostrils as they leave the vault.

Oddly the Guardians avoid them as they make their way back to a teleporter. Wilhelm leads the way, Nisha and Aurelia stick to the sides with Claptrap left to guard the back. Making it to doctor Nina's then shoving all other patients out and placing Jack down, Nina was confused at first till she saw why they were so urgent. Tim watched Nina work, she almost had to pry Jack's hand away from his face. The telltale vault symbol glowed an eerie purple, it definitely damaged one of his mismatched eyes which had turned a milky pale. White medical gauze soaked up the blood leaking around the symbol and covered most of Jack's face. Jack strangely didn't pass out despite the pain but he was put up in an apartment to rest.

That one action of burning Jack's face was the last straw that pushed Jack over the line of being a weird programmer with a few psychotic tendencies, into a complete unstable monster. Moxxie, Roland, and Lilith's earlier betrayal with the Eye of Helios had only destroyed the selflessness of the man. The man that sarcastically complained about bleeding out but happily stayed behind on a station overrun with enemies willing to kill him, was dead. Tim had seen any hint of goodness ripped from the man who happily sent men out an airlock even if one had previously helped him. John was dead and the creature in his skin now was Handsome Jack.

A few weeks of healing later Jack wore a mask and brazenly walked into his boss's office. He had enough of Harold Tassiter bitching. The man wasn't any match for Jack who wrapped his hands around the man's throat and squeezed as hard as he could, watching the man struggle only excited Jack. With Harold dead Jack took over Hyperion running it like a king. Tim didn't like the guy but after being digitized into Claptrap to find something Harold hid, Tim wished he could have killed the Ex-CEO himself. Jack had a few more things for his vault hunters to do on Elpis. Mostly just wrapping things up, and finishing a few new missions. Tim, Nisha, Wilhelm, Athena, Aurelia and Claptrap's time together was coming to an end.

The first to leave was Athena, she did what she was paid for and apparently wanted to stay with Jenny Springs. Everyone wished them well with a small drinking party, Nisha and Jack didn't pass up the chance to make a few jokes at the two. Next was Aurelia. She offered each of them a new contract under Jack's nose but no one took it, she seemed disappointed but left with a smug smile regardless.

After they left Claptrap somehow got even more annoying, ranting about how he was the best one out of them. Sufficient to say everyone had been planning to dismantle the poor robot. Yet Jack didn't allow it, despite his own annoyance, until he sent all of his vault hunters to Pandora. The destination was strangely deserted and the drive there was annoying with Claptrap mindlessly rambling to fill the silence. Claptrap jumped off the car and zoomed forward searching for the item the mission called for, when Jack took aim with his pistol and fired it at the robot. The bot screamed, as the other vault hunters happily did the same. They left Claptrap a mangled mess and returned to Helios.

Jack now has the remaining three of his vault hunters lined up in his office. Nisha and Wilhelm stand much more casually than Timothy who has his hands clasped behind his back and face blank, or at least it would be if Nisha and Wilhelm would stop trying to make him uncomfortable. Nisha keeps making flirty comments to break Tim's Jack impression, even stroking his arms trying to make him blush. Wilhelm's new robotic parts clank and shift almost menacingly as that evil smile of his grows watching the funny show the two make. Jack walks in slightly annoyed with the new responsibilities of CEO he gained over the past few weeks.

"Finally, I got a break from all those idiots. Now, I'm extending your contracts and making them better especially for my double." Jack gave Tim a seductive wink that made his skin crawl.

Jack starts to explain his plans going forward mainly about deploying them on Pandora but he does add in a good bonus for each of them. Wilhelm gladly accepts the opportunity to have even more augmentations and be Jack's personal bodyguard. The flirting Nisha and Jack had been doing had paid off as the two are now a couple, which explains the odd comments she had been making to Tim. Overall Nisha and Wilhelm were extremely happy with the prospect of more murder and money. Tim felt like he was the only sane one in a room of psychopaths, even if his feelings of murder had greatly diminished after being constantly shot at on Elpis.

After getting their assignments each filed out but Tim wouldn't be so lucky, as he walks toward the exit he hears jack behind him. "Not you handsome, you stay."

Tim froze, but soon forced himself towards Jack. He stands in front of Jack's desk avoiding eye contact best he can. "W-what is it sir?" He tries to keep his voice steady but his boss knows better.

"That doesn't sound like me, kiddo." Jack chides as he motions for Tim to come even closer. Tim had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as he moved next to Jack's chair.

"Sorry handsome, what can I do for us." Tim wanted to gag after saying that but instead leaned over Jack's chair giving his impression of the man.

"Better, I'm giving you the job of training the other doubles, on top of starting up construction on Pandora. When you train enough doubles then one of them can be assigned to construction but for now since there's only one full body double, you, and a bunch of digi-doubles you get to teach the others not to screw up." Tim must look as confused as he is since Jack starts laughing.

"I'm not sure I'm qualified enough to train people, Jack. Not to mention building towns and power plants from scratch isn't going to be an easy task-" Jack held up his hand stopping Tim's words in a second.

"Cupcake. Do you really think I care if it's easy? I gave you a task, so do it." His voice was mockingly sweet as if talking to a child, reminding Tim why he hates the man.

Gritting his teeth Tim nods. "Yes sir."

Jack smiles that smug punch-able smile and waves him off quickly returning to the monitor in front of him. Tim leaves the office quietly grumbling to himself. Most of the other workers give him scared glances as Jack has started making a reputation for himself and in turn Tim. Not that anyone can tell the difference even if Jack hides his face behind that mask, no one but the vault hunters know why and no one is willing to ask either. Tim's Jack impression is far from perfect with lapses in cadence and he can never sound as confident as Jack wants but apparently it's good enough to teach some other doppelgangers. It's not like he hasn't been practicing, he practically knows Jack's mannerism by heart, along with the totally made up stories he was forced to memorize. So in a sense he can understand the responsibility he's been given, but he doesn't have to like it.

Tim heads down to Pandora and calls the doppelganger in training along with him two birds one stone. Jack never said how he was to train them so trial by fire just like him but not to the same extreme. Understandably some were just terrible at acting, others didn't know how to even hold a gun, Tim had to protect half of them when some bandits attacked the construction, and one got themself killed by plain stupidity. Turning the barren wasteland of Pandora into something livable is a hard task by itself but with about twenty or so terrible jack impersonators makes the time just about unbearable. Somehow the half baked performances of Jack are even more irritating than the real thing. The loader bots and workers doing the bare minimum of work as slow as robotic and humanly possible wasn't helping the situation either.

A week later he returned to Helios to take a much needed break under the guise of reporting progress. He hopes the rest of the doubles knew how to stay alive for a day. The halls feel odd not having DAHL soldiers running around and instead have corporate runts meandering in pretty suits. A few try to strike up conversation, not that he pays any attention making a beeline to Jack's office. The doors open with an electronic voice welcoming him, a new touch along with some new furnishes placed around the office. Jack is talking to someone sitting in a chair in front of him but waves for Tim to come stand next to him.

Striding to his boss he gets a look at the person who Jack's talking to, which is doppelgänger but unlike the ones he's been near over the week he lacks the digital glitches that sparkle around most. The guy watches him with fascination looking at him then Jack. Tim sets down the reports, Jack blatantly ignores them as he watches the new guy react to Tim's presence. An ugly feeling in his stomach churns. Maybe it's pity for another man to be tricked into the same situation as him, or disgust over Jack's narcissism, but neither normally feel like this.

Jack's voice kicks him from his thoughts. "Well 'Jimmy' do you see any imperfections the doctors made on 'Jace' here?"

That was definitely not the guy's name as he almost tried to correct Jack before cutting himself off. Shrugging off the fake name Tim had given the other vault hunters since he couldn't use his real one, he walks towards 'Jace'. The guy sits up a little straighter as Tim examines him. It's almost a one to one comparison aside from a handful of moles missing. Well he was also missing the mask and scar over Jack's face but Tim didn't know if that was something Jack wanted brought up. Returning to Jack's side he reports the minor difference despite 'Jace's' falling face after every discrepancy in his appearance.

"Huh, that's funny I thought you would have noticed the biggest problem 'Jim'..." Jack trails off as he gets up and begins to circle the guy like a shark. "I mean what's the point if a double is missing the most telling fetcher that Lilith so kindly maimed me with."

Jack's voice turns chillingly cryptic even to the new guy who looks at Tim for guidance. The back of his chair blocking him from the horrible building dread that Tim could feel as he sees Jack fiddle with something like a fireplace. The flames where a sickly purple Tim could place it as the new material they had been experimenting with, Slag he thinks it's called. A by product of eridium if he's right. Jack pulls from the flames a brand that looks like the vault symbol, the end glows an odd reddish purple. Tim knew what Jack was going to do but he didn't know who was going to be the subject of torture.

"Hold him down, Cupcake." Jack orders, making Tim quickly manhandle the poor double before he could even register what Jack was doing.

The struggling was just what Jack wanted, the fear in the man's face. He may have worked out to be near Jack's body type but that was nothing to Tim who had learned how to hurt and torture bandits who were much wilder. Jack approaches slowly, a hunter closing in on his prey. The guy starts begging when he sees the brand but it doesn't stop their boss. Jack grabs the guy's chin stilling the begging as he examines how he will place the brand. Lifting the hot glowing brand he shoves it into the man's face. The ear piercing screams can probably be heard throughout Helios but no one will come to help. The heinous scent returns but now it's worse because Tim is far too close to the source. He can see every detail of flesh melting and desperately wants to look away but Jack is watching so he must as well. It was only a few seconds but the man falls limp in Tim's arms and Jack pulls the cursed symbol from the skin and places it back into the flames. Some of the bleeding melted flesh is pulled with the brand making the already disgusting mark look far worse.

"Toss him in the med bay Kiddo. Then run back here. I still need to talk with you." Jack instructs walking back to his desk like nothing happened.

Hoisting the poor guy over his shoulder he looks at the flames hesitantly. "Is it the same talk you were having with him?"

"What?" Jack blinks absolutely confused until he follows Tim's eye line and chuckles. "Oh, no I won't do that to you, Pumpkin. I just want to upgrade your equipment, especially the digi-Jacks."

"Ah… alright." Tim unclips the pocket watch and sets it on Jack's desk before going to dump the injured doppelganger in the med bay. He wants to stall but knows it will just make Jack mad and that's a bad idea, so with a sinking sense of dread he returns to the office hoping he will survive whatever Jack has planned.

When he returns he sees his boss typing away, many holographic monitors that read like gibberish to him pop up and fade away. His watch is hooked up to a port in the desk so Jack is working on its code. This isn't the first time he's done this. Every upgrade he got for it on Elpis, Jack had basically yanked him from missions to give him the new code he made. He was really proud of the "Inspire" program much to Tim's dismay. Thankfully he could turn that one off, he was so close to letting Wilhem destroy his watch to make it shut up the constant Jack praise or insults before he found a way to turn it off.

Two digital clones stand frozen as Jack edits things. They now wear a mask, the clothes change and the solid blue or orange color changes to have a slightly more solid and colorful look, not quite realistic enough to be human but close enough to fool someone at a distance. The Badass clone still has a hint of orange and stays much larger than the standard which has a hue of blue. Jack runs them through poses and voice lines old and new. By now Tim has found the best weirdly posed yet comfortable position to sink into the plush chair as Jack plays with code. With nothing to do Tim starts studying Jack's movements looking for every twitch to improve his performance as the man.

Sure calling himself Handsome Jack was about as narcissistic as you can get and was probably laced with too many insecurities to count especially now with the mask, but he wasn't completely wrong. Sharp facial features, tall, soft silky brunette hair, unique eyes, tan skin, tattoos, smooth yet deep voice filled with confidence bordering on arrogance, not to mention toned despite his horrendous diet. Tim always was tall, hell a tad bit taller than Jack but he was lanky, with curly red hair, pale freckled skin, a terrified scratchy voice that cracked every time he spoke, and skinny skeletal features due to lack of any money or food. About the only thing he had going for him before the operation was speed that he had honed after years of running from bullies and a good set of lungs to match.

Tim sighs still missing his freckles, since they were the only thing he really liked about himself. His wandering thoughts now settle on the cold room, for a time he questioned why Jack started wearing so many shirts but staying in this room he can understand. The room is freezing probably since it cost way too much to heat a ship in space or maybe to cool off the tech either way he wishes he still had his Oz kit on him at the moment. One of the digi-Jacks disappears for a moment then comes back holding a blanket silently offering it to Tim. Confused, he looks to Jack who's still typing away.

"Just a little longer Angel, papa is almost done." Jack's tone is odd, strangely caring like he's actually sorry it takes so long.

Tim takes the blanket, draping it over himself. 'Angel?' He wonders if that's someone of importance or just another pet name he's meant to use. Thinking of it Jack never really uses the term papa. He'd have to be a young dad but what poor woman would get knocked up for…wait, didn't Jack get extremely cagey when he asked those personal questions about Jack's life? Pretty sure, he heard Jack talk about some girl named Angel. Can he ask, the kid is most likely dead if they existed since he's never heard mention of them. Better not, Jack is too volatile already.

It feels like an hour passes before Jack finishes upgrading the watch. His boss stretches a bit then gets up rubbing his strained eyes. Tim stays sitting carefully watching his boss, waiting for the next mood swing. Jack tosses him the watch with little care for the device. It's not hard to catch. Pressing the button to activate the AIs, they pop to life spouting lines he's long grown tired of hearing. They look around confused looking for the threat rapidly popping in and out of place before appearing at his side eerily calm. He's never seen them go into… standby mode? So it's quite jarring, so much that he can't seem to deactivate them fast enough.

Jack smirks, must be the look of shock on Tim's face. "Come on kiddo, I still need you for something." Jack walks over to the elevators expecting him to follow.

Tim follows, slightly confused. "Do you care about the progress report I filled out?"

"Huh, oh that. I already saw most of it, but sure kiddo tell me how well my other doubles are doing." Tim proceeds to report as the elevator takes them up, Jack looks bored the entire time.

"Overall their performance is lackluster both in combat and acting, construction is fine but it could-" The elevator came to a stop as fast as it started and Jack held up his hand cutting him off in one of the most infuriating ways.

"Got it cupcake, they're bad at acting, worse than you even. Good thing that's not your job anymore." Jack says as he leads Tim into his penthouse stopping around the bar to grab a bottle of something.

The words frustrate Tim as they move further into the apartment. "What do you mean?!" The anger laced confusion turns his voice into a squeak.

Jack glares at him. "Don't make my voice do that." Switching to a smile. "You get to be the face I use for the public, I found someone else to control the construction and I'll just evaluate the other doubles when I feel like it." Jack waves his free hand dismissively at the end.

"Your public face? Oh please, you don't seriously plan on sending me to meet and greets with psychopaths like Nakyama?" Just the memory of the creep makes him shiver.

"Quit whining pumpkin. You don't even have to do anything aside from smile and sign things." Jack states as he leads Tim into a dirty bedroom and sits down on the bed as he opens the bottle.

Tim grumbles, posture slumping before he straightens out. "Ugh, fine whatever but please let there be restrictions on who's allowed in or at least security."

The cork of the bottle pops off nearly hitting Tim if he hadn't honed his reflexes dodging bullets for a year or so. " Of course Timtam, I'd never let harm come to you."

Tim held back a scoff. 'No you'd just let me get shot by a million different psychos on a planet full of dangerous wildlife.' He thinks to himself.

Jack offers him a swig of the alcohol which Tim puts a hand up in refusal. Jack shrugs before gulping down some. "Anyway it's far past time I did a full inspection of you. So strip."

The words felt like ice water washing over him. Blinking a few times in his stunned state, he stares at Jack hoping he misheard. "...Excuse me, what was that sir?"

"Dumb's a bad look on me, I said strip." Jack's annoyance is evident in his voice.

Jack's eye bore holes into him as he nervously shifts his weight around. Dread settles into his mind. Jack's always flirted with him but he always thought it was just a narcissistic ego boost for Jack. "… Yes sir…" Tim mutters out.

Tim stays still for a few more seconds in the silence before he relents, fumbling a bit as he obeys sliding off his jacket. Jack just stares seemingly bored as he continues to remove his shirt. Shaky hands reach for his pants, pulling them down to reveal hyperion brand boxers. He steps out of his shoes and socks leaving most of his clothes in a heap, as he stands as professionally he can in the situation. Jack is still watching him shiver, more from fear than the cold of the room. Tim knows Jack meant for him to strip everything but his body refuses to humiliate itself more, even if he's liable to get hurt because of it.

Jack stands up from his bed sipping at the bottle then placing it down on a table as he begins to circle Tim. He runs a hand up Tim's side and across his back, feeling at scars and moles. Jack's face remains relatively blank, leaving nothing for Tim to draw from when deciphering his mood. Pulling at Tims arms he turns them around looking at the tattoos comparing them to his own. Grabbing his chin Jack tilts his head in every direction, getting uncomfortably close while scrutinizing every detail of his face.

Placing pressure at his jaw forces Tim to open his mouth, Jack was serious about this inspection apparently. Fingers pinch Tim's tongue, keeping it in place as Jack inspects his teeth. The slightly salty yet bitter taste of skin distracts from his slowly drying mouth. Abruptly Jack jams his fingers into the back of Tim's mouth, gagging he jerks back from the digits. Coughing as tears prick at his eye due to pain he looks up at Jack, who looks almost disappointed and aggravatingly smug.

"Wha, KAH! Kak… was…hhaa, that for?!" Tim chokes out through a hacking fit.

"Checking for a gag reflex. You're gonna need to work on that pumpkin." Jack chastises him with a shrug.

Tim only glares at his boss, as the man moves closer. Jack's fingers still slimy with spit trail down his chest, his nails leaving red lines in their wake. Hooking under the waistband, Tim dreads the next few seconds as Jack revels in Tim's upcoming humiliation. Yanking down his boxers, Tim stiffens, tightly closing his eyes dreaming of being anywhere else. He can feel Jack touching him. Jack mumbles something but Tim is forcing himself to think of literally anything else, jump pads, getting shot, college debt, kittens, hell even the times he nearly suffocated.

Jack shoves him forward onto the giant bed from behind. Denial can no longer protect Tim from the reality he willfully ignored. Panic sends his fight or flight reflex into overdrive, he jolts up right ready to run straight to the elevator with or without clothes. Yet Jack anticipated that, climbing on top of him with a hand on his neck forcing his face into the sheets. They may be matched in strength but Jack had the better position pining Tim into a helpless one.

"Jack! Jack please don't do this!" Tim squirms under Jack attempting to buck him off as he desperately pleads.

"Hey, hey shh. Calm down kiddo, if you struggle I can't be gentle." Jack attempts to sound sympathetic as he grabs both of Tim's arms, pinning them above his head with one of his hands.

Tim can't believe his ears, his fear shifts almost to manic. "Gentle?! Haha, I hate this! Stop!"

A click is heard as Tim notices his hands are now cuffed with harsh metal attached to the head board of the bed. "Pumpkin, you're me and I want to do this so quit fighting me."

His voice is cracking as his stamina depletes, anger and fear fight for control over his mind. "W-what about Nisha? She's your girlfriend. If you're horny why not go to her? O-or I bet there's many girls-"

"Timothy." Jack's calm voice shut him up instantly. "You know you're my favorite double, right?"

Bewilderment washes over Tim's face but he carefully nods.

Jack gently moves some hair out of Tim's face. "Then you can imagine how hard it would be for me to replace my favorite and most experienced double if something were to happen to him?"

The threat is let to sink in as the adrenaline drains from Tim's veins being replaced with a cold numb feeling. He manages a shaky nod.

"Will you be good now?" Jack asks almost like how someone would talk to a misbehaving child.

"Y-yes sir…" Tim's response brings a terrifying smile to Jack's lips.

Jack adjusts him slightly, Tim's stomach against the sheets, arms still bound in shackles above his head, legs spread with Jack between them. Tim buries his head in the sheets. A cold sticky liquid is poured on his skin smeared around by fingers. Foren pressure appears at his entrance. Discomfort comes as his body is forced to accommodate the digits.

Tears fill his eyes, Jack's really going to violate him. He really should have expected this, what narcissistic bastard would pay thousands of dollars worth of debt on top of countless cosmetic surgeries just for a look a like to run around and be a vault hunter in their place? He's already been used as a bullet sponge and a sharp shot, why not a whore. He sold his life, he is nothing more than a warm body for Jack to use as he pleases.

The discomfort has diminished but still feels weird. Jack shifts above him, and he can feel something blunt prodding at him. Jack seems frustrated. "Relax cupcake, and breathe or this will hurt."

Tim wants to punch him, scream till his lungs give out, shoot the man full of holes, but he does as commanded. He can't stifle the scream, the pain is like someone digging at a fresh bullet hole. Jack does attempt to be gentle starting slow but all movement makes Tim cry in pain. Each second is agony at first but the pain slowly soothes, he still feels oddly full of something in an organ not meant for this kind of treatment. Groans of pain mix with Jack's pleasured moans and the disgusting sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other. Tim is still quietly crying his eyes out as Jack speeds up undisturbed. The hell ends as Jack shoves himself full inside Tim and fills him with come.

Jack stays still for a moment relishing his high, before pulling out. Tim now knows a humiliating feeling he never thought possible. But Jack doesn't realize him, no, instead he curls up beside him kissing his tear soaked face. Hugging Tim's torso like a body pillow he pulls the covers over them. He reaches over to the nightstand to turn off the light. Tim's sent into whiplash as Jack snuggles into a comfortable sleep. He wants to run but exhaustion and restraints make that impossible. So after an hour in the dark Tim falls asleep hoping it will be dreamless.

That wasn't the only time, no, Jack continued to use him as a human toy, even making him do porn in his place on top of the meet and greets or other shit Jack was known for but never did. Five years pass, five extremely long years where Jack fluctuates between loving and psychopathic forcing Tim into a weird state where he despises the man but also yearns for his approval. A few times Tim has even started to enjoy Jack's company and his horrific plans. Nisha has become the Mariff of some town they control, it was funny she took the title of a man that was Jack's first betrayal. Wilhem got so many more modifications he barely looked like he used to but he enjoyed being Jack's bodyguard. Now they lured six new vault hunters to slaughter like the rest.