"So, Jeff the killer, huh? Pretty menacing name." I chuckled. "It was more of a given name." He responded. "So what's your story?" He said a bit seriously. "What do you mean?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "Well, you were sleeping on a park bench, you didn't so much as scream when you saw me, and you are covered in scars. You've gotta have a good story behind that." He answered looking at me. I looked down as he said 'Covered in scars' shit, the makeup I used had rubbed off all over my jacket and clothes. "Long story short, no home, been through hell, not really afraid of much." I just wanted to get to the point quickly so I simplified. He sighed then stood up. "Alright kid come with me. You can crash at my place." He said turning towards me. "Uh, your place?" I asked. "Well it ain't my place, there's quite a few people there." He added. I mauled over my options, sleep on a park bench or go with a serial killer to a place with most likely more serial killers. "Alright." I stood up and we started walking. After about thirty minutes or so we arrived at a surprisingly well kept mansion. "Woe, you live here?" I said looking at the large structure before me. "Yup." He said pushing the doors open. The inside was even nicer then the outside. As I entered I felt as if static sudden shot through my head. I clutched my head and nearly fell to the ground. I looked up at Jeff who seemed to be yelling at something or someone. I looked in the direction he was yelling, there was a very tall man, in a rather nice suit. But what stood out was the man had pure white skin, and no face. I couldn't tell what was being said the static in my ears was just too loud. Suddenly the static stopped and a voice appeared in my head. "Rise child." The voice was calm yet forceful. I stood up, and looked at the tall man. "Do you truly have no other place to go?" The voice once again spoke. I simply nodded, not really to sure about what was going on. "You can call him Slenderman or Slendy for short." Jeff put his hand on my shoulder. "You are welcome to stay, but in the morning we must speak." With that he disappeared. "Well that was... Something." I said rubbing my head a little. "He's a nice guy when you get to know him. Want a bite to eat?" He asked walking into what I assumed to be the kitchen. "Sure, if it's not too much trouble." I followed along. "H-Hey Jeff." A rather shy voice spoke up. The source was a masked person with a yellow/orange hoodie. As soon as he saw me I could see that he tensed up. Jeff went straight to the fridge and and grabbed a bottle of southern comfort (Alcohol if you don't know.). "Hey Hoodie. This is (Y/N) they'll be staying with us tonight." I waved at the boy named Hoodie and he just looked back down at what seemed to be a piece of cheesecake. Jeff motioned for me to come over to him and whispered "He's a bit shy, it's nothing personal." I nodded. "Alright well you can raid the fridge for something to eat, you want a drink?" He said shaking the bottle side to side. "Why not." I went to the fridge and quickly made a turkey sandwich. Jeff got out two shot glasses and filled both of them, sliding one to me. "Cheers." We clicked our glasses together and downed them.

Seven shots and a turkey sandwich later.

Jeff was passed out on the table and I wasn't far behind him. "Oh jeez did that freeloader drag a new one into drinking with him again?" A feminine voice said from the doorway of the kitchen.