Joshua survived his wounds from that fatal night. He was arrested, tried, and ended up committed to a maximum-security asylum.
Jesus, Josh's Venezuelan friend, also known as Chioman/Chioban, found out about the sentence two months later, after choosing to look into the fate of his online friend.
Jesus was only half-surprised by the crimes; it served to confirm that all those acts Joshua recounted to him with the passion of the most intense fantasies were, in reality, true crime chronicles. Jesus thought about deleting the texts to spare himself any trouble, but ultimately chose to keep the testimonies, believing they could no longer do any harm. Besides, Jesus liked his friend's prose.
Over time, Jesus also discovered that the mythological delusion known as Jeff the Killer wasn't invented by Joshua, but was rather a communal fruit of internet horror. Years went by, and when the urban legend of Jeff was buried under dust, Jesus decided to revisit the monster, leaning on Joshua's macabre testimonies, which, mixed with fiction from his own hand, he turned into the short story: Tell Me Jeff.
Jesus published Tell Me Jeff repeatedly across different media. In some cases obeying an impulse of stubbornness, since several times his hodgepodge of fiction and reality ended up deleted (mainly due to a lack of subtlety that made it easy to find the real names and locations). But on most occasions, Jesus opted to resurrect Joshua's manifesto out of a fearful flutter in his heart, which appeared every so often, whenever he started to notice a fleeting white blur out of the corner of his eye. An optical illusion that only stopped bothering him when he spread the story once again.
Sometimes Jesus could even swear the white blur smiled at him.
The End.