You have been an actual Creepypasta for... seven, eight months. It's oddly difficult. A lot of missions. And... the other guys began to like you, but... EJ wanted their eyes and hands off of you.

He was sitting on your bed in your room, waiting for you after a long mission where you had to take out like ten people Slender wanted you to get. He had his mask off, very rare. He only took it off around you and Sally.

When you came in, he chuckled darkly, and then took off his mask, his grey skin dark in the dim lights.

"...Jeff was watching you again. Fucking creep. Come here."

He spread his legs, pointing to the floor between his legs. You could see his scalpel next to him.