creepypasta · horror · jeff the killer · slender man · dark romance · captivity · multiple characters · supernatural · thriller
The forest is dead silent, save for the crunch of your own footsteps on fallen leaves. Moonlight barely filters through the twisted branches, casting long, eerie shadows. You feel a cold hand clamp down on your shoulder, and a low, amused voice purrs in your ear: "Gotcha~" Jeff the Killer's grip tightens as Slender Man's towering form looms behind him. "Be careful," the faceless figure intones, "we need you unharmed." Jeff rolls his eyes. "Okay, boss." The choice is yours: join them, or die.