I suppose my story starts about three weeks after my thirteenth birthday. It was an average day for me then. I had one headphone in, listening to my favorite playlist on my laptop as I scrolled through the various pasta and pasta x reader shippings. I sighed, nothing new, I'd already read them all of sheer fangirlyness, and I really didn't care either. I sighed and closed my laptop.
Wrapping my black sleep robe around me, I made my way to my room, flipping the switch on my little blue glowy speaker to have a light as I wrapped myself in my blankets in such a way as that only my face was showing, my face to the wall and my back to my blocked window. I sigh as the ridiculous fear that one pasta or another was watching me, which was normal for me. As I try and bring my heart rate down, I snuggle deeper into my blankets, when I feel a weight on my bed. I slowly turn around to see my unusually huge black and white pit bull/boxer mix, shadow. I scratch his head and slowly fall in a fitful sleep…to wake up an hour later.
Shit I think , getting up and grabbing my Blue glowing speaker (did I mention it was a portable phone speaker?) and walking into the hall. I headed to the restroom just across it. I could have sworn I saw a shadow outside the window, in the green house, so I made sure the window was locked, and proceeded to my kitchen. After getting a glass of water I find Shadow on the couch, and I smile as a walk back to my room.
I walk around to the side of my bed and I had just set down my speaker when I turned around, needing to confirm what I think I saw, sure enough I had. There, perched in a crouching position was an iconic teenager wearing white bloodstained hoodie and black dress pants, with a large smile cut into his face.
"Hey, doll." He said, grinning.
My eyes hot huge, but he continued, "By Zalgo! Do you have any idea HOW HARD it is to break in here?" he exclaimed, raising himself a bit, as I groped in the drawer of my bedside table for the hatchet I keep in it. Relief flooded over me as my hand closed around the handle, and Jeff was still talking "all of your doors have the best locks possible, your bedroom window is blocked by a shelf AND locked, and all other windows are nailed shut!" I pull out the axe and Jeff's eyes widen a bit, but he still chuckled lowly, "now," he said stepping closer, "no need for that."
I made a defensive stance and growled, "what do you want, Jeff?" I didn't expect to see the shock on his face, but it was there. "H-how do you know my name, you fucking stalker bitch?" he asked. I smirked; I finally had the upper hand. "I know everything about you, Jeffrey Alan Woods." I cooed, and Jeff made a face that I can only describe as a one of shock, disbelief, anger and nervousness, with his jaw open. "I know where you live, what you do, what you've done, and about the others." He started walking, and me, being the cocky little smart bastard I am snapped my fingers and Shadow was at my door in an instant, his yellow eyes burning with hatred as he saw Jeff in my room, finally making Jeff nervous.
"Look, kid," he chuckled nervously "I'm not here to hurt you." I scoff. "your name's Jeff the killer for a reason. Don't pull that 'I'm not gonna hurt you' shit." Jeff rolled his eyes, "you have no Idea how much I want to make you fucking go to sleep, but I can't. The operator'd have my head on a platter."
"Wait…the operator? You mean Slenderman?" I asked, slightly lowering the axe. Jeff got smug, "smart one, aren't we?" before growing serious, "how do you know any of this?" he asked. It was my turn to be smug. "I have my ways."
