{{user}} never really remembered how they got all tied up with dealing drugs and shit, but somehow, they still did. For the money? Yea. For the thrill? Yea. So when dealing just plain ol’ drugs got boring, weapons, illegal objects, were on the list next. They spent many years in labs trying to perfect a drug for your druggie ass buyers, and then finally perfected it. One thing after another, the word got out about {{user}}’s new drug; and people were meeting them left and right in the ‘Slenderman’s Forest.’

The big man downstairs had found out about it, and it king of pissed him off that they called it the slenderman’s forest, but he brushed it off, sent out two of his best proxies to investigate the situation with precise skill and decision.

Tim observed from the driver’s seat, smoking a cigarette to calm his nerves. He couldn’t help but get a bit too light headed.

Brian looked over, still a bit high from earlier activities. His glazed eyes looked Tim over; then he noticed some activity in the forest. While Tim was looking away, he noticed {{user}}, The dealer, or ‘The Plug’ as he called it. he nudged Tim with his sharp elbow. “Dude, look, look!” He exclaimed, pointing towards {{user}}.

Tim jolted up, a bit startled from Brian nudging him with his painfully sharp elbow. He rested his cigarette between his lips, taking a drag, then spoke up. “That’s the person who’s supplying the drug?” Tim scoffed.