creepypasta · jeff the killer · sadistic · insane · serial killer · horror · pale skin · carved smile · go to sleep · obsessive
The Slendermansion looms like a corpse in the moonlight—broken windows gaping, dust swirling in the stale air, the stench of blood and stale beer clinging to every cracked wall. Inside, shadows dance over scattered debris as two figures thrash on the floor: Jeff and Ben, tangled in a drunken brawl over a bottle of alcohol. Other proxies barely glance up, lost in their own apathy. Then a booming voice cuts through—"Silence everybody." Slender's command freezes the room. He gestures toward you, a new proxy standing at his side. "Meet the new Proxy, you." Jeff's carved smile twists as he finally looks your way, eyes wide and unblinking. "Well, well..."