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It was November, to be precise, near the end of the month. I had just been on the run from — no, still on the run from the police. You can't really get away from killing your whole family. I huffed as I shivered a bit from the cold. It was a completely normal reaction. After all, it has gotten much colder, chillier with the changing seasons. I was getting restless. I haven't eaten, nor killed in over a week. It fucking sucked. I kinda wanted to sink my teeth into whatever I killed — is that normal? — whatever. I kept walking for about...however long I was walking, listen. I don't keep track of these things, man. I got off the trail, and that's when I spotted my target. A man, probably roughly in his 40s, I smiled — err.. the best I could anyways. And held my hand in my hoodie pocket. Where I kept my kitchen knife. I hadn't cleaned it since my parents' death. Why would I? I made sure to stalk slowly behind him before I grabbed him by his waist and pulled him close to my chest. "Wh-whhaat the fuck are you doing?!" he whimpered out. I carefully placed my knife against his jugular vein, not enough to slice it yet, but I knew what I wanted. "Shut the hell up." I spat out. God, it felt so good to be in control. I carefully applied deep pressure, still not hurting him. "Give me your wallet." The man huffed, thrashing about "NN--NO! I'm not doing that! Get the Fuck off me, kid!" I groaned, "It's your funeral." Just as I said that, I slid the knife over his throat, slicing his jugular. Watching the crimson Liquid gush out felt so nice to watch. I chuckled, before turning him before me and stabbing him some more, slicing his cheeks and his face. Seeing the red gushy insides made me feel so warm inside. — Oh, and outside of course. I let him die before I ransacked his pockets, pocketing his wallet. And his money "jackpot! 40$" I happily jumped for joy. "Better get outta here before I get caught. sucks to suck bitch." I blew a raspberry and left the body lying there. I had been walking for hours. Sometimes I kinda wish I could blink. My eyes were killing me. I was somewhat... partially blind. Also, my cheeks were fucking HURTING. They were infected with the dried blood around my mouth. I huffed. Should've eaten that man back therreeee— WHHAT?? I paused. My whole body shuddered. "What the FUCK."
I shuddered. I hated HATED I thought of that. Disgusting act. I really needed some food in my system then.. I was distracted for a moment when I felt the wind picking up. Fog all around me. I shielded my eyes from the wind with my arm. My hoodie was still covered in blood.. Eww, I noticed a long black tentacle reaching for me. I nearly sliced it off when it grabbed me. "WHAT THE FUCK? LET ME GO HOE!!" I screamed as it started pulling me close to its owner. a Long figure dressed in a nice suit. with..no face? And white skin. The figure looked at me...I think, as it started playing a static noise. But through that noise, I could make out. "jeff—ery—woo—d—s"
How the ever-loving FUCK did this thing know my name?
"WHO ARE YOU!?" It didn't answer, instead started walking. I thrashed about. Angrily.
It stayed silent. WHY DOES IT KNOW MY NAAAMMME!!!
"WHY DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?"
no answer. Fine. I didn't even want to know.. (I did.)
The figure finally made its words legible as it huffed out.
"You have great power." The fuuuuck did that mean???
"Thanks?? let me the hell go now?" The figure ignored my request.
"too good to let one go to waste. You're coming with me. You're going to live with me. In my mansion"
Like hell I will?? the fuck? Who was this bitch? Goth Willy Wonka?? I'm NOT living with some random sp-..spoon-shaped asshat.
WHATEVER. I'm not good at insults..
"You will put your power to use. You will murder for me. Be one of my goons."
I paused. Murder for him? I liked the sound of that.
"..Murder, huh? Do other people live there?"
I hated human... animal— INTERACTION. I hated interaction as a whole. The figure nodded.
"Yes. Some people live there."
I huffed. Great. If only I had Smile Dog with me right now, I would've beaten this guy to a pulp.
I wiggled around in his slimy grip. God, his tecticals were too tight.
"Fine. I accept your offer... but I am NOT kissing the ground you walk on."
The figure shrugged.
"Many say that... you seem to have great disobedience."
EWWWWWWWW. WHAT THE FUCK I'M NOT A DOG!!! ...is what I wanted to say.
"Shut the fuck up, weirdo!— G-Goth Willy Wonka!"
god damnit, it really needs to freshen up my insults.
The figure chuckled
"Call me Slenderman."
God..I heard Liu talk about this with his friends one time. I thought they were joking. Like kids do. Not that they were 100% serious.
"I'm not calling you that."
I will keep calling him Goth Willy Wonka till the end of time. I swear to god.
The creature nodded
"I will respect that decision then."
Why the hell was he so respectful? I thought he killed random people for even looking at him— no.. he does do that. So why is he so..reluctant to lay a harming finger on me— I don't even think he has fingers...
"Can you let me go???? I can walk.
He shook his head. I huffed. fine..
It kind of took us a while, due to my constant cursing/insults and thrashing, but we did, in fact, reach the mansion. It looked old.
So this guy WAS goth Willy Wonka? damnn..
He put me down really gently. So I took that opportunity to try and stab him
I did get one cut on his shoulder; however, he disappeared. i groaned
"COME OUT, COWARD!" he grabbed me from behind.
"Foolish of you to assume I would allow you to incapacitate me."
He brought me inside the mansion. It was dark and kinda dirty, falling apart. With gold trims all over the broken areas. It was silent. too silent..
I looked up at him as he placed me on my feet.
"so., this is your...mansion??"
He ignored the foolish question
Instead, calling out for someone. named "Toby", what a stupid name, Toby??
The proxy walked out, ticcing. Did he have Tourette's or something?
"This is ticci toby. Toby, this is Jeff. Jeff the killer."
Toby waved hi, before saying one of his tics, he said
"Are y-Fuck!--ou new?"
I rolled my eyes and nodded
"Yeah. yeah I'm new or whatever."
Toby shook my hand rather jerkily. He apologized
"Tourrettes." Oh, so I was right? Dang.
"I would kill myself if I had Tourette's," I blurted out.
he paused
"You're very blunt." He removed his hand, looking back up at Slenderman. "Is he genuinely staying here?" he seemed annoyed.
Slenderman nodded
"Yes, he in fact is. Is that a problem?" Toby sighed, taking off his mask before setting it inside of his jacket pocket.
"No Slenderman.."
He stormed off. Slenderman looked at me...I think? with annoyance.
"Can a guy not say the first thing that comes to mind now?"
He sighed.
"Don't be too blunt with your choice of words."
He continued his speech.
"You'll stay with me until I can figure out where you go. I have a spare closet you can sleep in."
A closet??...Better than having bugs in my hair but it still sucked ass.
"Okay.."
as long as I could get some food in my stomach, and not human. I would be fine