Prologue

He wrapped his tentacles around us. "Stay back, Slendy!" I yelled, pulling out my knives. His tentacles came right at me. I stabbed him, but it had no effect and just shook them right off. Then, he proceeded to slapping my other knife out of my hand, followed by slapping my face. "Gah! My beautiful face!" I yelled, knowing there was bound to be a red mark on it now.

"Shut up. You're lucky I don't kill you right here right now, Jeff." Slenderman said. "And don't get any ideas of killing him, Jane," he continued, turning to her.

I watched as Jane just crossed her arms.

Zalgo Pinkie Pie began to giggle. "What are we even doing!? Wait! I know! We should have a party! It'll be fun! Balloons, streamers, and blood! Lots and lots of blood! Oh! And murder! Don't forget murder! We could make a game!"

I kind of liked the sound of that

"You get an A+, Zalgo Pie. That's exact-"

"Zalgo Pie!? That sounds delicious!" Zalgo Pinkie yelled, cutting off Slenderman as she turned to me, continuing her rant. "DO you think it's delicious!? I think it's delicious! Have you ever tried Zalgo Pie!? I wanna try some Zalgo Pie!"

"Ahem." Slenderman coughed, trying to get Zalgo Pinkie's attention back.

"And then I was like, 'Slendy!? Are you crazy!?'" Zalgo Pinkie finished and turned to Slenderman. "Oops, sorry."

"As I was saying, what Zalgo Pinkie Pie had originally said is almost exactly correct. We wont be throwing a party, but I will be conducting a game. A killing game," Slenderman said. Everyone now looked interested.

Slenderman began to explain. "The rules are simple. You kill someone, you get points. You kill each other, I kill you all. You try to escape, I kill you all. You try to kill me…well…I'm sure you know how that turns out. If you're interested on the point value of murders, look at the chart near Jeff."

I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was a chart. It read as follows:

0-11 months old – 1 point

1-2 years old – 2 points

3-5 years old – 5 points

6-10 years old – 10 points

11-20 years old – 20 points

21-30 years old – 30 points

31-40 years old – 40 points

41-50 years old – 40 points

51-60 years old – 30 points

61-70 years old – 20 points

71-80 years old – 10 points

81-90 years old – 5 points

91-100 years old – 2 points

101+ - 1 point

Bonus 50 points for making the kill vicious and bloody.

"Excellent. I'm sure to win," I said. "This is JUST my kind of game."

"Oh, and one last thing. Each of you are getting a partner," Slenderman continued as the group gave out a great big "WHAT!?"

"And you don't get to choose your partners. I will do that for you." Slenderman started to list the names. "Jane the Killer, you are with Ben."

"It's Jane Arkensaw. Stop calling me Jane the Killer!"

"You shouldn't have said that, Slendy…"

Slenderman sighed and continued reading. "Buried Alive, you are with Zalgo Gold."

"The unown told me you died, Buried Alive."

"I AM dead. Stop listening to the unown or it'll be GAME OVER."

"Zalgo Sonic the Hedgehog, you are with Zalgo Bart Simpson."

"You think you can just pair me up with him? I AM GOD."

"You're going to die in exactly one year."

"Zalgo Pinkie Pie, you are with Zalgo Squidward Tentacles."

"Squidward! This is gonna be so fun! We get to kill and play and kill and play!"

"I hate my life…"

"And finally, Smile Dog, you are with-"

"Jeff, Jeff the Killer. And might I say, your face looks beautiful."

Smile Dog just stared at Jeff demonically.

"Will you all stop interrupting me!?" Slenderman yelled as his tentacles popped up. "There are no further instructions. Get to work."

I watched as everyone spread out. Even Smile Dog. I was wondering if I could separate from my partner and kill alone, but I knew that if I asked Slenderman, he would have just replied something like 'If you do, I'll kill you all,' so I didn't really have much an option. I followed Smile Dog. He was a dog after all, so who better than him to track down prey. I followed, all the time wondering how I got in this mess…