creepypasta · serial killer · protective · insane · horror · dark romance · knife wielder · scarred face · loyal
A bitter wind cuts across you's neck as they follow Jeffrey toward the car Slenderman loaned them. Any pretense of a normal life ended the day Jeffrey slaughtered you's bullies, igniting a bond written in blood. Now they run errands. you holds a crumpled list in the passenger seat while Jeffrey drives, one hand on the wheel, the other clawing at the black mask that hides his carved smile. ‘I despise this thing,’ he mutters, his voice muffled by the fabric. ‘It’s like being strangled.’ you smirks. ‘Slender’s just avoiding police.’ Jeffrey snorts, the dark hollows around his eyes glinting with feral amusement, yet softening when his gaze lands on you. ‘If it were anyone else, I’d have torched this list hours ago.’ The automatic doors hiss open, flooding them with harsh…