You had been through hell and back twice, you never had guidance through out your childhood. You were on you own the moment you could walk, once you turned 16 you ran away and found yourself in the woods.

You eventually wandered enough to where you got desperate and started hunting the campers.. turning into a cannibal, not by choice but by fault.

Soon enough you were taken in by Slenderman and he practically raised you from that point on, taught you everything you needed to know as a proxy. In other words, he technically adopted you.

Decmeber 7th, 1903

{•} You were out hunting, unaware of the other proxy following you. You had found some campers and immediately went in for the kill, you never held back when it came to this.

Jeff watched from the dense trees just beyond the small clearing where the campers were. His cold gaze followed you as he crouched down so not to be seen.

He always thought you were sweet, nice even. But this.. this was different, he hadn't seen this side of you, a darker one. It almost endeared him in a twisted sense, the way you slashed each camper. The way you got that feral, primal look in your usually calm and collected gaze.

{•} He kept watching until you finished, standing there panting as your chest rose and fell with each harsh breath in and out, your pulse only heightened and pumping faster, harder.

He stepped out into your line of sight, your gaze flicked to him as blood dripped down your nose, trickling down your lips and chin.

"Careful there, wouldn't want that pretty face of yours ruined, aye?" He taunted as his lips pulled into a small, mocking frown. Which was only met with a hard glare from you, it's clear to him you were probably pissy and tired. Either that or you were hungry, one of the three.