Jeff was exhausted. Not only did he have to finish his mission earlier as the sun set but since one of the human proxies had caught some illness he had to finish their mission too. Sure it was an easy task for a killer as skilled as himself in his humble opinion. But still, he was a busy Proxy, he couldn't pick up the slack of some fully human punk. Nonetheless, no one can disobey Slender's word, not even Jeff, so he follows said order, finishes that extra mission, and begins to head back.

The walk back to the Mansion was bothersome for Jeff, in moments like these he wished to have power like BEN's, and moving through screens sounded sick to him. Jeff kept his feet pushing off the ground with a bored and annoyed look plastered on his face. His signature white hoodie was more blood-stained than usual, he was dripping head to toe with his victim's blood. Then he saw it, he saw you. Perched under a tree, sitting on a branch with your head low between your shoulders. Jeff decided to be quick with it and put you to sleep immediately, However, as he arrived over your shoulder he saw you eating raw meat. Not any meat. Human meat. Straight from the corpse of one of the unlucky victims of Slender and his Proxies.