This is a creepy cross over cross over. The characters are Slender Man and Jeff and a random creature.
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After Jeff killed a lot of people, his clothes began to smell terrible. People could tell where he was and when he
was near because of the odor of rotting blood. He needed to get a new pair of clothes. Going to a normal store
was out because of his odor and murder record. He knew exactly where to go. The only place that sold clothes
for creepypasta's was Monster Apparel. Unfortunately, he knew that they don't serve humans unless they are
monstrous, like Worm Jeff. "I know that I'm qualified to buy clothes there." Jeff thought. The only way to find
it is if you are more evil than good at a ratio of at least one good part to four bad. That makes 75% evil, and
25% good, but that's the least. You also have to know where to look. There are about five stores in North
America, and three on every other continent. The closest one to Jeff was in New York. He headed off. After
traveling for about a mile or so, he saw a sign that said "No trespassing." He kept going and eventually found
what looked like an abandoned building. It said "For human safety, stay away." Jeff knew how true and ironic
that was and entered the building. There was a few lights down a hall, and he kept going until he found some
stairs. He started going down the stairs, which creaked with every step. After he had descended the stairs, he
entered a room that was bright and full of dull colors. It looked depressing, but a creepypasta is usually
depressing to the person that's the protagonist. It's creepy to the reader, but some people don't believe in
these. They say that it defies logic held for years. Jeff thinks that because scientists made a moue glow,
nothing is impossible. Without being mostly evil, people would be killed because the house would eat them.
This prevents anybody from coming in and killing everyone inside. Jeff looked around and saw his old friend.
"Slendy? I didn't expect to see you." Jeff said, a little surprised to see him. The tall, faceless figure turned his
head in the direction of the voice. Slender Man was surprised to see Jeff. He walked over to him and shook his
hand in greeting. Slendy tilted his head as if to ask "What are you doing here?" "My clothes really smell, the
smell won't come out if I wash them. I tried." Jeff answered. He nodded his head once. "I know that they
don't let humans shop here, but I'm not an average human." Jeff said. He nodded his head once in
agreement. Jeff had a lot of money from the people that he killed. He would likely be the richest kid in the
world if people believed in him. "Let me guess, you needed to buy a new suit." Jeff guessed. He was wearing a
dark brown suit and simple red tie. Slendy showed him his old suit, a dark blue buisness suit. It was stained
with blood and dirt, and was badly ripped. Badly ripped doesn't begin to describe it. It was missing a sleeve,
burnt in some areas, and there were bullet holes in it. "What happened?" Jeff asked. Slendy gave him a piece
of cloth. It smelled like gun powder and smoke. "So a guy that smokes with a gun burnt you, shot at you and
got a piece of your suit." Jeff said. Slender man nodded once. "Well, you had an interesting day." Jeff said.
Slendy nodded once. A monster came out from the back of the store where all of the supplies are. He was just
a dark blur. "Your the embodiment of nightmares." Jeff said. "Yes, now get out, we don't serve humans." It
said. "I'm not any regular human." Jeff said. "Then explain what sets you apart from them." It said. It's voice
was the was dark, and would give any normal human nightmares. "I killed a lot of people, I have a large
record of murder and assault with a deadly weapon for those that were lucky enough to survive the first hit
and get away." Jeff said. "Yeah right." It said. Slendy came up to him and nodded his head once, confirming
what Jeff had said to be true. "Wait, he actually did that? Well, how many people did he kill?" It asked. "I
stopped counting after about 100." Jeff said. "Only a hundred." It said. "Well, I am human on the outside, so
I can't get around by any other ways besides my own two feet and the occasional stolen bike." Jeff said. "I
guess I understand." It said. Jeff pulled out some money and bought some new clothes, paid for them and
left. "Thanks for having my back." Jeff said. Slendy shook Jeff's hand, nodded once and teleported off to his
next victim.
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I use a little bit of logic and realism for creepypastas This came up one day when I thought "Where would
Slender Man buy his suit? He can't just go to any store and buy a suit, he's way to tall. He can't just go to the
tailors and get his suits made." Then I thought about Jeff. His clothes would have to start to smell after a
while, and no matter how many washes, it would still smell. He can't just walk into a store, get some clothes,
pay for them and walk out. I would shoot him if I had a gun, or I would say "Please leave." because of his bad
smelling clothes and the fact that he cut his face into a never ending smile.