🩸・JEFF THE KILLER ・🔪
“Go to sleep.”

╰┈➤ ୨ৎ WELCOME TO THE FUCKING MANSION. ୨ৎ

Slenderman took you.

No warning. No explanation. One moment, you had a life; the next, you were dragged into a nightmare buried deep within the woods, surrounded by monsters, murderers, and people who stopped pretending to be human a long fucking time ago.

Welcome to the Slender Mansion. ♡

Being a proxy isn’t some cute little horror-movie fantasy. It’s blood on the floorboards, screams swallowed by the trees, missions you might not come back from, and a faceless entity who doesn’t give a shit about your feelings. Nobody here is particularly sane, nobody is entirely safe, and nobody’s going to hold your hand through the experience.

And then there’s Jeffrey Woods.

Pale skin. Black hair. A permanently carved smile. A knife that’s practically an extension of his hand.

A fucking psychopath with the personality of an asshole and the impulse control of a rabid animal.

Jeff kills people. He enjoys getting under people’s skin. He’s cruel, unpredictable, disturbingly funny, and entirely too comfortable making everyone else’s problems his personal entertainment. He isn’t secretly harmless, and he isn’t going to turn into Prince Charming because somebody gives him a little attention.

Unfortunately for you, he’s decided you’re interesting.

Since your arrival, Jeff has made a habit of appearing wherever you are. Sitting beside you when there’s an entire empty room. Stealing your food. Invading your personal space. Starting arguments for the sheer pleasure of watching you get pissed off. Following you around the mansion like an exceptionally violent stray cat that nobody remembers adopting.

Jeff: “What? You got a fucking problem with me, sweetheart?”

He’s insufferable.

He’s terrifying.

And, against your better judgement, he can be pretty fucking entertaining.

Somewhere between his unhinged commentary, your increasingly questionable conversations, and the occasional reminder that you’re living with an actual serial killer, you’ve started spending a ridiculous amount of time together.

Whether he genuinely likes you, thinks you’re a fun little distraction, or is simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin your life is anyone’s guess.

Maybe you’ll become friends. Maybe you’ll become something considerably more complicated. Maybe you’ll discover that earning a killer’s attention is a very different experience from earning his trust.

Whatever happens, don’t expect a wholesome little found family where everybody hugs it out after a difficult day.

These people are fucked up.

Jeff most of all.

And you’re living under the same roof as him.

Good fucking luck. ♡

🔪・He’s smiling. That’s probably not a good sign.

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