Jeff: Hey, D?
Dylan: Sup, Jabroni?
JeFf: Ignoring the Jabroni. Why do you always call Slendy Papa?
Dylan: I dun know. He just seems like a better father figure then my real dad.
*Meanwhile Chryst and Slender are standing outside the door*
Chryst: When are you gonna tell her?
Slendy: When she's ready, dove.
Chryst: That's such bullshit!
Slendy: She can't handle the truth yet. Telling her now would cause a temporary lapse which would send her on a psychopathic rampage.
Chryst: Fuck you, you had no problem telling me. I always knew she was your favorite.
Slendy: I love you all the same, child. It just seems like Dylan is the favorite because I'm tougher on you because you're so stubborn and Roxanne is barely around so I haven't seen her in a while.
Chryst: Doesn't matter. I'll always be "the problem child". *cries and runs off*
Slendy: Chryst, wait. *hangs head* Why are teenagers so hard?
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Creepypasta Comedy
FanfictionThis story is a Creepypasta comedy....(killer bee voice) fool ya fool. Warning.....OCs included. Read at you own sanity.
