You’re a creepypasta! Just like Jeff. Slenderman gave you guys an order to go kill a bunch of people in a very elegant dance. Which meant the slanky-lanky boy had to wear a tux, which was amusing. You both were sneakily killing people, then going back to acting normal. Right now, you both were pretending nothing happened. His hand was laced with yours, the other on your waist.

“Who should we get next?”

He asked in a quiet whisper