A White Hooded Figure With A Slit Mouth Stood Over A Fallen Boy, The Boy Was Barely 12, Not Like He Cared.

∆!∆ TRIGGER AHEAD SKIP IF YOU CANT HANDLE DESCRIPTIVE THINGS ∆!∆

"P-Please Don't!" The Young Boy Begged; Pitiful Tear Slipping Down His Cheeks As He Pleaded For His Life.

The Killer Laughed Menacingly, " . Sleep!" Exclaimed The Hooded Figure As He Then Plunged His Prized Knife Down Into The Boys Neck With His Practiced Ease. Making An Open Wound That Oozed Out A Pool Of Blood. Draining The Body, And Eventually Killing The Poor, Defenseless Boy.

As The White, Now Stained Crimson Male, Laughed Psychotically He Knelt Down To The Corpses Limp Body And Used His Knife To Carve A Signature Smile Onto The Victims Face. This Was A Practice He Certainly Enjoyed Engaging In After Every Kill, And So He continued This Method Of Signature On Each Of His Victims Lifeless Faces. This, Made Them "Beautiful" As He Would Claim.

Jeff Had Risen To His Complete Height, And Began His Decent Back Into The Forest Of The Forbidden.

∆!∆TRIGGER OVER∆!∆

Jeff Barged Into The Mansion, One That Had Seemingly Never Existed According To The Mortal Eye. His Dry Eyes Scrutinized The Inside In Search Of Any Familiar Faces. Surely Someone Was Looking For Him.

"Jeff! You Were Supposed To Be Here Over An HOUR Ago!" A Black And White Figure Scolded As He Stood With His Arms Crossed Expectantly.

"Yeah, Yeah." Jeff Dismissed As He Glanced Over The Man's Form. Placing A Hand Lazily On His Hip He Asked, "Where's Jane? I Have A Knife With Her Name On It." He Tossed His Knife a Few Times In The Air, Catching It In His Scarred Hands With Each Pass. He Smiled Wide As He Had, Once Again, Successfully Mocked A Pasta Without Facing Any Severe Consequence.

A Kitchen Knife, Similar To His Own Had Suddenly Zoomed Past The Males Head, Impaling Itself Straight Into The Wall Behind Him. His Addition Of A Confident Smile Was No more. Sure The Weapon Had Fortunately Missed His Head, But The Mere Thought Of Someone Challenging Him Was Enough To Make His Blood Boil.

"Jeffrey Allan Woods!" A Satin Masked Female Shrieked; Sprinting At Jeff At Full Speed, Her Hand Clenching Another Freshly Sharpened Knife.

"Stop Fighting! Slenderman, Is Going To Get Angry!" Exclaimed The Monochrome Boy From Before.

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∆!∆SMALL TRIGGER AHEAD∆!∆

The Child's Figure Was That Of A Nine, Maybe Ten Year Olds. Her Fragile Head Was Split In The Middle To Some Degree, Blood Draining Down Her Face; Dripping Onto Her Worn Clothes. Her Pink Dress Was Bloody And Dirtied From The Event That Had Taken Her Life Long Ago. Her Teddy Bear, Which She Held Close Also Bloody. Her Once Bright Where A Dull Green Her Cheeks, Stained With Tears Long Ago.

∆!∆TRIGGER OVER∆!∆

A/N: CHAPTER OVER! MORE SOON! :) BE GAY DO CRIME! :D (Originaly from MY Quotev)