Slenderman leaned up against a tree and waited for his company to arrive. He was already late, and would have left already if he did not need to tell Jeff something important. He waited and finished the meat he had just acquired from a child who had wandered too far into the woods. Finally, Jeff arrived, holding his bloody knife out and then putting it into the front pocket of his hoodie when he was next to Slenderman.
"You're late." Slenderman replies coldly. He lifts his hand to wipe his non-existent face of any remaining blood from the unfortunate child.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "It's better than me not showing up at all." He retorted. "I wouldn't be complaining if I was you."
The Slenderman was not amused. "I have a," He paused and thought about how to phrase his words, "a task to offer to you." He glanced up at Jeff whose permanent smile was growing wider as he himself grinned evilly.
"Slendy needs a favor, huh?" He mocked.
Slenderman growled under his breath. "I don't need anything from you. I thought I would give you the opportunity to murder a teenage girl instead of me. I have no issue with it, but older meat is not as...satisfying."
Jeff's grin grew wider at the word murder. "Really? Or is this girl a little too strong for you?"
Slenderman stiffened at the threat towards his strength. "I could have turned around and killed her, but I decided not to." He hissed. "I had a perfectly good meal right in front of me. There was no need to have bothered with another pathetic human. As I said, the older meat does not have the same flavor. If I have any desire to murder her, I will do so myself."
"Relax Slendy. I'll kill the little human for you." He laughed. "So this girl saw you and you let her live?"
"She did not believe that I saw her, but it is very difficult for a human not to make a sound as they are running for their life. They lack the ability of stealth. Unfortunately, that will be this woman's downfall, but it is quite lucky for you."
"So are you going to tell me who it is that I'm going to get to gut tonight?" Jeff asked excitedly.
"Not tonight."
"Why not?" Jeff asked back angrily.
Slenderman sighed at his immaturity. "You do not understand the greatness that lies in fear. Killing her tonight would be too soon. You must give terror a chance to slip into the human psyche, an opportunity to manifest itself. Fear is a beautiful weakness, Jeff. You fail to understand that. It grabs at a human and can virtually tear them apart; feeding off any minuet so-called 'strength' inside of them. It's more astounding than pain, Jeff. It's self-inflicted by themselves. Give that terror a few days to set in, to put this girl on edge, so that she flinches and gasps at every creak in the night." He chuckles and looks up at Jeff's forever-open eyes. "Just be calm, and wait."
Jeff stood there, shocked. He had just been told to kill some poor teenage girl that had become involved in what she should have stayed away from. Now, he was being told he would have to wait. He did not wait to take someone's life. He did it as he pleased. "Listen Slendy," He jeered viciously. "I will kill when I feel like it. No one tells me what to do. You want this girl dead? Then, she will be covered in her own blood, motionless on the floor when I want her to be. I don't need to take orders from you."
Slendy showed his sharp, jagged teeth as he smiled down to Jeff. "You won't be able to kill her if you don't know who she is." He pointed out.
"Then, I'll just gut every female in this town." Jeff challenged back.
Slenderman smile did not fade. "Feel free."
Jeff twitched with irritation. "Fine!" He spat. "I'll wait three days."
Slenderman told him the address of his next victim. He knew this only because he watched her as she walked home on the bus. It was not the same time that she had felt she was being watched. "The one with the long brown hair and purple backpack. I believe that you had your eyes on her anyways." He laughed. "It seems that I'm not the only one that did not kill her the first chance I had."
"Maybe I know the art of fear better than you give me credit for." Jeff grabbed his knife from his pocket and held onto the handle tightly. "But she won't know fear until she meets me."
