After what felt like an eternity, the tall figure spoke in a booming voice. "Hello my child, I see as though my torture articulate has failed to turn you amidst; I'm impressed, you're quite robust. How would you like to form a modest bargain?"

"What in particular did you have in mind?"

I stood there in silence awaiting a proper answer from this talking tree.

I could feel a dagger like pain shooting at my eyes, was it glaring at me?

"I have been observing your behavior for quite sometime now, and have become greatly intrigued by your performances whilst killing victims. You seem to be immune to my eyeless stare, only those with potential are able to achieve such a task."

I stood there in utter confusion of what was happening.

"Wait, so why are you here? Other than the fact you're flirting with me."

I smirked and he "face" palmed.

"Why would I flirt with you?"

He sighed, then continued his speech.

"You honestly have no clue. Anyways, I am requesting you to consider joining the creepypasta gang."

My mind went blank.

"What the bloody hell is a "creepypasta"? Am I going to worship the flying spaghetti monster? No way am I going to be a fucking pastafarian."

I could hear the walking stick sigh in annoyance.

"No, you will be part of our killing gang."

I rubbed my chin with the pad of my thumb thinking....

As if interrupting my thoughts, the stripper pole spoke.

"Jeff is a creepypasta. Also, my name is Slenderman, therefore not stripper pole, nor the talking tree."

I smiled an awkward smile, and agreed to join just to avoid being murdered by Slender.

After I agreed he disappeared...

I reprocessed what had just happened in my mind a few times to try and help my slow brain understand.

"Hey (y/n)?"

Snapping me out of my deep thought, I turned towards the kitchen where the source of the husky voice had came from.

"Yeah Jeff?"

He clapped and pointed to the oven.

"Uh, is the food ready?"

A slight ray of hope shone in his bright sapphire blue orbs.

"Oh, yeah! Here, I will serve you."

I almost forgot about that...

I got up from my spot on the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

I put on my oven mitts then looked over at Jeff, warning him that I'm opening the oven.

"Watch out."

I opened the three hundred-fifty degree oven and pulled out the pan with deep baked pasta on it.

I placed it on the stove and spread some parmesan cheese all over it, enjoying seeing the satisfying view of it melting.

"Dinner is served."

I turned to Jeff and picked up a clean plate from the counter handing it to The teen serial killer.

"Thanks!"

I could tell he was excited from the... well wider smile on his face.

Grabbing a metal spatula from the utensil drawer, I urged him to come closer so I could serve him.

I piled his pasta high awaiting for a signal to stop.

"That's good."

I handed him a white paper napkin and gave a kind smile.

"Sit where ever you want, you're my guest."

He thanked me and then sat down on the couch to watch the movie.

"Hey do you want anything to drink Jeff?"

I called to him from the kitchen.

"Uh, do you have a beer?"

I opened the alcohol fridge checking to see if I had any craft beer.

"Yeah, what kind?"

I looked up from the fridge so I can fully hear him.

"You got Samuel Adams?" he said stuffing another fork full of the baked pasta in his mouth.

"What flavor?"

He scratched his head then swallowed his bite and turned to face me.

"White Water Ipa."

I looked back in the fridge a grabbed the bottle of alcohol he requested, and grabbed a Samuel Adams Cherry Wheat beer for myself.

I walked over to the table and placed both drinks on the coffee table and opened them both with my bottle cap opener.

I heard the satisfying sound of carbonation being released into the atmosphere, and walked back to the kitchen to serve myself some baked pasta.

After serving myself I sat next to Jeff on my cushioned couch.

"Thanks (y/n)."

I gave him a smile, and replied.

"Anytime."

I picked up my beer and drank a sip of the cherry goodness.

"This is really good! I haven't had a home cooked meal like this in forever."

I giggled at Jeff's retort and thanked him whilst taking a bite myself.