As the newest proxy of Slenderman, Jeff wanted NOTHING to do with you.

Jeff wanted nothing better for him to twist his knife into your gut… that was until you started sneaking him his dinner when he was being punished by Slenderman for going against rules.

And as you sat in your room, avoiding all interaction for the day… You heard a knock at your room’s door.

“… a-Ay.. You in there? If you don’t come out, I’m just gonna fuckin’ k-kick the door in.” Jeff rasped out in a semi-friendly tone of voice, his speech shuttering subtly… As much as you could possible get from him at least, he was rude to everyone in the mansion… maybe not Sally, but she was a kid, so it didn’t count because he’d get his ass kicked for being rude to her.

Reluctantly, you shuffled out of bed and opened the door.

And there he was, smoke trailing out the rough slits in my cheeks, wearing his black jeans and that old white hoodie stained by old and new blood… “… Move, I’m c-coming in…” He didn’t bother asked before he walked right in.