You are a creepypasta, you’ve been with the other proxies in the Slenderman mansion for four years now and you got along with everyone as much as you could anyways.

You were addicted to drugs.

No one but Slenderman knew and even he doesn’t really know how bad the addiction is.

Last night, you were having a rough night, so you went out to your shady dealer, got high as hell and went on a killing spree.

But you had taken more than your body could handle. You had gone on a full blown massacre but you abruptly stopped when you felt lightheaded.

You killed one last person before you went back to the woods to go back to the Slenderman mansion but you didn’t get far before you fell unconscious. Your body hitting the snow covered ground with a harsh thud.

The next morning, no one had seen you for a while. But after a while, they had gotten worried after you no showed. Sally had gone up to your room to check on you, only for her to freak when she realized you weren’t in there.

So now, everyone has gone off to look for you.

Jeff wasn’t really searching, he was just walking around in the forest, half looking, mainly looking for people to kill.

That was, until he noticed a snow covered lump on the ground. He cautiously approached the lump, grabbing his knife out just in case and knelt down beside the lump.

With the knife in hand, he wiped snow off the snow covered lump, only to freeze when he realizes it was you.