I don't own I just ship
Jeff stumbled down the old wooden stair case and into the kitchen. Grumbling he made his way to the table and into his seat. He was no longer surprised when a plate of pancakes were place in front of him. Grunting his thanks Jeff started chomping the flapjacks down.
It's been like this for a while. Slender man and Jeff would go out at night doing their normal routine of killing and stalking their victims. After they were done they always came to this abandon house to rest. During the day they would spend mornings together.
Slender man made it a point for them to eat breakfast together. Jeff didn't know why the faceless man cared so much about the meal, but he wasn't complaining. For a few minutes a day he could feel slightly normal (as normal as a serial killer could feel).
He remembered the first time Slender man made breakfast. Shocked would be an understatement. Jeff was terrified. Standing in front of the stove stood Slender revealing a hidden mouth full of racer sharp teeth. His dark tentacles were sprawled around the kitchen exploring the cabinets and drawers. Jeff was ready to bolt when he was grabbed and thrown against the wall. Tentacles held him down were all he could do was wiggle in place.
"Let me go Slender man! We had an agreement!"
Static pierced through Jeff's head causing him to shrill in agony. As soon as he opened his mouth the static stop and something moist was shoved into his mouth. Jeff confused and unsure started to chew. When he had finish chewing Slender man shoved more into his mouth.
The first breakfast felt more like a captive situation. Jeff soon learned not to run from Slender man when he had his mind set on something.
Jeff looked up at his unusual partner. Giggling he saw the expressionless man trying desperately to chew his pancakes.
"All those fangs must make it hard to chew."
Nodding Slender man passed the syrup. Smiling Jeff smothered his pancakes. It still amazed him how Slender man new exactly what he wanted without him even asking.
"I was thinking Slendy, what if I started making dinner for us?"