Jeff sat sadly back on the couch, running his hand through his jet black hair. He had just been out on a date with the latest subject of his affections, and it hadn't gone over too well. He didn't understand what he had done wrong; he had been a perfect gentleman…hadn't he?

Slendy ducked his head to get through the doorway as he walked in the room, only to find the killer sitting dejectedly on the couch.

"You okay?" asked the tall entity.

"Not really," sighed the seventeen-year-old. "Julie ran off on me."

"And Julie is…?" inquired Slendy.

"She was my date…but after a while, she ran off screaming! I don't understand what I did wrong…and the thing that really sucks is that she's the third girl that ended up like that this month!"

"Well…are you sure you were a gentleman?" Slendy asked.

"What'da mean?" Jeff asked.

"Well, did you try to kill her? That might have caused it…"

"NO!" Shouted the teen. "I would NEVER kill one of my dates! I only go out with people I like, and if I liked them, why the hell would I try to kill them?!"

"Okay, chill out." Replied the tall being. "Tell me exactly what you were doing when she ran off."

"Well, we were at this club, and this guy wouldn't stay away from her. We were dancing, and he kept coming up, trying to pull her over to him. So, I pulled out my knives – I wasn't going to really cut him, just scare him off – but she freaked out."

"Well, that guy had already stepped away, so I turned back to her, to let her know I wasn't gonna kill him, but she ran off." Jeff finished.

Slendy stood, facepalming…oh, wait…well, you get what I mean.

"Jeff…what have I told you about your knives in public places?"

"Not to take them out…but, Slendy, that's not the point!"

"Well, Jeff, attempting to kill someone is almost always a turn-off for a girl."Slendy explained.

"Whatever." Muttered the teen morosely.

"Hey, you needed advice, I gave it to you. Don't kill the messenger."

"Oh, like you can do any better with the ladies!" retorted Jeff.

"Actually, I think I can. I've had several steady girlfriends over the past few years (not at the same time, of course), and I don't even have a face. That's an impressive feat, if I say so myself."

"Well, if you're so skilled with the girls, maybe you can tell me what I could do next time to keep a girl for more than a few hours." Jeff said sarcastically.

"Oh, I think I can." Replied Slen. "All you need are some good seduction techniques!"

Jeff answered him with a blank stare.

"Do…do you even know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah…kinda…"

Slen shook his head. This would require a bit of work.

Catz: Slendy's a player.

This is going to be a multiple-chaptered story. I'm not going to focus a whole lot of attention on this one, because I'm not gonna be able to just come up with ideas for it at will. But, I do have ideas for the first few chapters. So, basically, I'll update whenever inspiration strikes.

And, to all those yaoi fangirls, sorry to disappoint you, but this won't be a yaoi story. I can see how you might think so, like maybe Jeff shows Slendy his seduction techniques, and Slendy reacts better than the girls – but no. They're in the friend zone in this one, all the way.

Oh, and this is rated T for a reason. Read at your own risk.

Anyways, what do you think Jeff might have up his sleeve? Let me know in the reviews!

Anyways, I'll update this as time goes on. I hope you enjoy this stupid randomness my mind has to offer. ;)