"No," Jeff paused as his victim woke up. "What do you mean, no. Go to sleep," "I mean no as in if you're here to kill me, go away. Send Sally or Clockwork instead," he muttered, sitting up. Jeff stood there, knife raised. "Why do you have a preference for who kills you?" he asked. "Because I'd much rather play a game or at least know the time," the boy answered, laying back down and rolling over. "And if I told you this is my assignment and mine only?" " I don't care. Heck, send Toby if they can't come. I'd even settle for Helen although I'd also rather him not paint my room or house," Jeff stared at him. Turning around, he looked outside for Hoodie. Hoodie raised an eyebrow. "Kid wants to be killed by someone else," the killer explained. "What?" Hoodie asked, confused. "I said, I don't want to be killed by Jeff, thank you very much," the boy said, coming to stand behind the killer. Hoodie looked taken aback. "Why?" "In my opinion, his work is too messy," the boy explained. "I'm Luke, by the way. I thought Jeff said this was his work and his alone?" "Slenderman thought I needed supervision," Jeff grumbled. "Huh. Makes sense, I guess. Isn't The Rake more dangerous?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. "The Rake isn't under Slenderman's control," Jeff explained. "And what do you mean my work is too messy?" "You make people beautiful. Helen at least collects the blood. And Sally is well, Sally. And I really doubt you'd remember to bring my organs back to Eyeless Jack," Luke explained. "Now, if I'm to be killed, hurry up. If not, I'm going back to bed,"
