(Third Person Limited Jeff's POV)
The enraged teen glared up at lord of the mansion. Jeff was beginning to lose his temper with the tall man every second he was in the room with Sierra.
"You KNOCKED her OUT," Jeff yelled up at Slenderman. The calm man was currently retracting one of his long, slimy, black tentacles back into his back. Sierra sat behind Jeff, her head lulling to the side.
"It was needed. I must have her unconscious to reconstruct her ankle. If she were to be awake, she would continue to scream."
Jeff grit his teeth as he slowly lowered his arm, which he had been holding his trusted knife up in a manner to prepare to strike.
"I told you to tell me before you did anything more!"
"And what do you conclude this to being then?"
"GgrrrraaaaAAAAHHH!"
Jeff let out a roar of rage at the polite man, who seemed to smile ever so slightly in the back of Jeff's mind. He walked out from between Sierra and Slenderman in aggravation.
"Do please calm down Jeff. I'm certain that if your pet was awake, she would not be keen to your behavior right now."
"She's not my pet!" Jeff retorted as he whipped himself back to glare at the tall man. To which said man simply ignored.
"I have to wonder though, why? Why would have you taken an interest in such a simple human girl? Surely you are aware that she will not be comfortable or even mildly mentally equipped to stay in such an environment as ours. It doesn't seem like the girl has even watched a horror film in her short life-time. Bringing someone like her to the home of nightmares and murderers is illogical. It would be much simpler to kill her and then let her spirit adjust to our home instead of forcing her to as a human."
"We're not killing her," Jeff growled at the Slenderman.
'He's right though… She's not going to be able to handle this. What was I thinking in kidnapping her… Fuck.'
In a corner of Jeff's unstable mind, it seemed as though the tall man sighed. Jeff watched as Slenderman stood up straighter than originally possible.
"As you wish then. I will need my scalpel then. We might as well bring down my whole medical bag. I'm quite certain that someone in the house has morphine. It would be good to obtain that as well. Come, I will need help to carry."
"No you won't," Jeff retorted as he followed behind Slenderman out the antique dining room, "You just want me to fetch everything for you."
"That too Jeff," the velvety deep voice replied smoothly in Jeff's mind.
Jeff grumbled multiple curses of Slenderman being a lazy, creepy, old man under his breath as the two went up the front-hall stairs.
.o.o.o.
(Third Person POV)
Little did Jeff the Slenderman know as they walked down the narrow hallway of the second floor, someone was walking out of the dark hallway next to the stairs. She wore a silky black dress that defined her sensual figure nicely. Her long black hair swept around her figure with every step she took into the entry-way and to the doorway of the dining room.
The teen girl giggled darkly at the night of the innocent-looking girl unconscious in the dining room.
"Well, well, well. Jeff, you sure have surprised me this time."
The mature-appearing teen walked into the room, her slick black heels making the faintest 'tap tap' sound on the hard wood floor. She leered over the blonde girl as she slid the back of her hand across the sleeping face.
"So plain. So natural. And fat!"
The girl stood up straight and laughed at her observations.
'So he moves on to this kind of girl. I didn't know Jeff was into cows. He's downgraded from me.'
The dramatic teen stared down at the sleeping girl. Her black lips formed a secretive, malevolent smile.
"I will have fun playing with your new toy Jeff."
The teen girl chuckled smoothly as she walked out of the room and up the stairs to the second floor.
.o.o.o.
(Third Person Limited Jeff's POV)
Jeff held a large glass bottle that was half empty, a container of bandages and medical wrapping tape, scissors, a large soft pad square, watered down glue, a medical sewing kit, an empty glass measuring cup, a multiple other things in his arms as he walked down the stairs careful to not spill anything. In front of Jeff, Slenderman walked gracefully, holding a large medical bag at his side.
"Think you could offer some help in carrying all this shit seeing as how you have more appendages than me," Jeff grunted as he almost lost balance on a step down.
"You seem to be doing just fine."
"Fucken lazy ass," Jeff mumbled as they walked into the dining room. Sierra slept in the same position as before, her face calm and smooth. Jeff placed the multiple items down on the table next to the chair her leg was resting on.
"Have her drink this," Slenderman commanded Jeff as he poured a clear liquid from the bottle into its cap and handed it to Jeff.
"Shouldn't you measure this," Jeff questioned as he smelled the liquid. It was a strong bitter, vinegar scent. Jeff held the cap away from his person, not wanting to smell anymore, "And that dumb kid injects this into himself? What the hell?"
"I have poured in a sufficient amount that she will need," Slenderman replied, ignoring the comment about the house member the two had obtained the bottle from.
'I wonder what kind of high JJ even gets from this shit. With all the other drugs he overdoses on, it's no wonder he died so fast,' Jeff thought as he carefully poured the liquid into Sierra's mouth and forced her to swallow it.
Jeff watched silently off to the side and Slenderman pulled out a third chair, sat down, and leaned over the injured ankle. It was in this moment, that Jeff fully witnessed the ankle since wrapping it himself a few nights ago. The ankle looked two times larger than what was possibly normal from the intense swelling. Slenderman slowly unwrapped the well-used bandages that had been applied a couple days before. Jeff's eyes hardened at the exposed ankle in front of him.
The whole area was tinted a yellowish color. Sierra's dark blue-purple veins stood out clear against the yellow skin. From her heal up a couple inches were blotches of deep purples and pinkish reds. The veins in her foot stood out just as prominently as the top of her foot swelled in pain as well. Jeff wondered how she had not been groaning in pain the whole time he was carrying her.
"Whoa, what are you going to do with that," Jeff objected as Slenderman took a silver scalpel from the medical bag.
"I need to open up the tissue to be able to rearrange the bones."
"Can't you just push them around and then cast her," Jeff commented just as Slenderman was about to touch the scalpel to the swelling skin.
Slenderman brought his arm back once more to rest in his lap.
"That wouldn't be sufficient Jeff. The cuboid is fractured and pushing upwards into the cuneiforms and navicular bones of her ankle. As a result, the talus has been pushed up into her fibula and tibia. Due to the extensive damage, such a prolonged time without treatment, and pressure being forced on the calcoaeus and fibula, I need to relieve some of the pressure while gently relocating her talus without causing any more damage."
Slenderman once again brought the medical blade to the girl's foot. A tiny line of blood surfaced to the yellow skin when Jeff spoke up once again.
"English please."
Slenderman placed one bony finger over the line, instantly stopping the blood from seeping up.
"A bottom part of her ankle is partially cracked and pushing up into the bones of her upper ankle. Because she had to put pressure on her leg, her heel and back leg bone are severely strained. Now if you do not resist the urge to hear your own obnoxious voice as I try to help YOUR injured girlfriend, who means nothing to me, then I will leave you to try and fix her ankle yourself. Which will ultimately conclude in you making it far worse, which would lessen your chances of gaining her trust even more."
Jeff remained silent as he thought over all the annoyed man had said. It had made no sense the first time Slenderman had explained to him what was broken in Sierra's ankle, the second time however, Jeff understood that it was a serious break.
'I should have just carried her the whole time until we got here. Now it's my fault that the break is even worse than before. Fuck…'
"No? Wonderful."
Jeff watched as the white-skinned man removed his finger from the tiny incision on Sierra's upper foot and continue to widen it. He stood silently as blood seeped out from the opening and flesh made an appearance as Slenderman used one hand to hold the wound open and the tips of the fingers on the other entered the flesh. There was a sound of a quiet pop and the slick finger tips, now covered in blood, eased out of the hole. The whole process took all of five minutes.
"Open the sewing kit and hold in beside her foot please."
Jeff got the little white container from off the table and did as he was told. With two tentacles, Slenderman obtained a wipe from his bag and cleaned his fingers of blood while examining the contents of the medical sewing kit. Once his finger tips were clean, he threaded a needle and placed it on the chair. After searching through the large medical bag, Slenderman pulled out a specific disinfectant wipe and began to clean the skin around the cut of blood. Once done, the focused man began to stitch up the wound expertisely.
"The box of medical wrappings please."
Jeff placed said contained open on the chair next to the sewing kit. He watched as Slenderman pulled out what looked like a long, thick, white sock with two openings. He gently pulled the sock over Sierra's ankle and then began to wrap the sock with white medical tape. Once done, he wrapped the same area with a thicker sticky tape, using most of the roll. Next he wrapped the area again with the original tape. Finally, he ended his wrappings with a wrap of wide, light blue tape.
The knowledgeable man stood up and began to gather the supplies into his medical bag, which all the items fit into. Jeff stared at the man with a blank expression.
"If… all your supplies fit into your bag –most of which you didn't use-, then why did you need me to carry all of it for you."
"I need to achieve amusement in something Jeff," the tall man stated simply as he placed the glass bottle of liquid to his companion, "She should take the same amount I gave you earlier every four hours. Any more and she could be at risk of forming an addiction. I'll send someone out to get proper pain killer medication tomorrow."
The teen stared at the man as he strode out of the room.
"Do you need help to carry your pet Jeffery? I'm sure we can find a suitable room for her if you do not wish to share your own, though I don't think she would want to stay in such a pig-sty that your room is. Third floor, hallway 'D', second door on the right should be suitable."
Jeff stood in his place for a moment before shouting for any and all to hear.
"No! I said not to call me that! My room's not THAT bad! And fine!"
Jeff continued to stand still for a moment, as if in deep thought. Then once more did his loud bellow break the silence that was the house.
"AND SHE'S NOT MY PET!"
.o.o.o.
HeeeeellllllLLLLOOOOOOO! This chapter wasn't the best either. To me it was rather boring but it was mainly wrapping up (pun totally intended) the first part of the story and setting the stage for some of the events to come in the second part. Thank you if you are still here with me on this story and if you are willing to stay. I promise that there will be drama and tension and excitement in the next chapter. Besides, in the next chapter we get to meet some of the other creepy pastas! ^_^
We will learn about the history of the manor, but as you may –or may not- have been able to tell, it is very elegant, proper, and old; as is Slenderman. I tried to depict Slenderman as the big-boss, elegant, intelligent, stuck-up, yet somehow amusing old man. How'd I do? His and Jeff's relationship is supposed to be a confusing friendship, as depicted in many fanart of the two fighting yet the best team.
I hope that my personalities for the creepy pastas aren't too outrageous and OOC-ish (which by the way means Out Of Character. OC means Original Character, like Sierra is) and that you like my writing of them. I'm not sure how many of the creepy pastas I am actually going to include in this story. I know that in a future scene, a bunch of them will be gathered together (for what?! Who knows~~), but I likely won't include too many except for the well-known creepy pastas. If you have a request for a certain creepy pasta, then comment them and I'll see where I can fit them in (if you already have an idea for them then that's even better).
