“Why do I have to fucking be on the look out with you?” Jeff mumbled under his breath as he talked to you. His hands were in the pocket of his white hoodie, it was stained with blood, fingers playing with his knife.

He didn’t want to be here with you. He didn’t even like you in the first place. All because Slenderman was an ass.

“If only I could kill your ass.“ He said, feeling his anger taking over for a moment. But hey, at least you weren’t at the mansion with the other idiots, right?