Third person P.O.V
Jeff yelled and kicked as Masky and Hoodie dragged him down the long hall. "Let go of my you assholes! I was about to go see slender, I just- I-" He continued to try to fight against the two. Each of them held onto one arm, holding him up. Their grips were tight, especially Masky, refusing to let go. Jeff tried to think of an excuse, yet he couldn't. He continued to think, a random idea popping into his head. Then he realized, he'd been acting a less mean. Wait.... LESS MEAN?! OH HELL NO! If he's less mean, he'll start being nice, if he's nice he'll get soft, if he gets soft... he'll be weak and he wouldn't kill people any more. HE'D GO SANE!! (kinda random, sorry. XD)
It was cause of the girl.... She doesn't fight a lot. She's so weak, he had no reason to harm her with any actual weapons.... So, no need for violence...
Jeff growled, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out his knife. The three of them were getting closer to Slender's office. Jeff attempted to stab Hoodie's stomach, though Masky had stopped him before he was able to do anything. Masky sighed, yanking away his knife.
They all soon approached the door at the end of the hall, Masky holding Jeff as Hoodie opened the door. Masky roughly threw him in, Hoodie slamming the door behind Jeff.
Jeff layed on the cold floor, not moving as he attempted to process what had just happened. Jeff shook his head, forcing himself to stand up. As he stood, he looked around the dim room. It almost looked exactly the same. He'd only been in that room once before, when he first became a creepypasta. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets, letting out a huff.
The room's walls were painted black, the rug on the floor the same color. There was one window, which was located at the very back of the room, tough it was covered with blood red drapes. Letting almost no light in what so ever.... There was a large metal desk in front of the window, with a chair in front and behind the desk. Many papers scattered across the top, along with pens and more of the charms with the X over the O.
Behind the desk, sat slender. His elbows rested upon the top, his hands clasped together. His booming voice appeared in Jeff's head suddenly, making a bit of an echo. "Sit, Jeff." Jeff sighed, "Um... Slender, look. Can we do this later? I have-" "I SAID SIT!" Jeff flinched, hearing the loud voice in his head. "Alright, alright... Jeeze..... " Jeff went and sat across from Slender, "Now, what is it? I have killing to do you know." "Don't speak to me that way! You know exactly why you're here." Jeff rolled his eyes, Slender growling slightly. "I have been told that you, BROUGHT A HUMAN TO THE MANSION!"
Jeff was silent before he nodding. " Yea....so? " "Why would you do such a thing?" "Just because." "Just because isn't a proper answer, Jeff." Jeff turned his head away, silent. Slender let out a sigh. "You know perfectly well, having a victim in the house is no longer allowed... After what happened with Eyeless, L.J.. I allowed it.. It just doesn't go well-...." Seeing Jeff wasn't going to actually listen, Slender gently shook his head. "...Alright, i have to much work to worry about this at the moment.... Don't let her leave the mansion... don't get her killed. I would like to meet her at some point." Jeff nodded, "Gonna do anything about me calling her a Brat?"
"Just don't call her name's, please. She's only seven...."
Jeff nodded, getting up and left the room. Imminently running to his room as he barged in, only to find....
No one was there......
