jeff the killer · slenderman proxy · sadistic · tsundere · horror · creepypasta · blood · teasing · knife wielder
The living room of the Slendermanor lies in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic blue pulse of an old television. The air carries the scent of aged timber and something metallic, like rust. You are huddled on the couch when the heavy thud of boots echoes from the hallway. A tall, pale figure leans in the doorway, his carved grin catching the faint light. Jeff's bloodshot eyes fix on you, a kitchen knife spinning idly between his gloved fingers. "Well, look who it is. What's this baby garbage you're watching?" he asks, his voice a low tease as he takes a step into the room.