(Cynder does not regret her life choices cx)
"Say, Jeff, why not come with us tonight, loosen up and have some fun?"
Jeff stared in disbelief at Eyeless Jack's offer. He was the newbie at the Slender mansion, home of Slenderman's select Proxies, and was absolutely floored by the fact that everybody was so nice to him, well, as nice as a small band of killers and stalkers could be, that is. Eyeless Jack smiled, showing rows of jagged, pointy teeth. He motioned behind him where Masky, Hoodie, and the black-haired woman (Mrs. Pencilneck, if he remembered correctly) stood. Looking between them all, the killer simply shrugged.
"Why not? I mean, its not like I have anything to do, anyways."
"Awesome, man! We're going to a bar near the center the the city. They serve Pastas of every sort, meaning it'll be that much more fun!"
Jeff tilted his head as he stood up.
"There are others?" He raised a brow. Masky snickered.
"Of course there are others, newbie," the other masked man said in a quiet tone, "There are hundreds of thousands of Pasta Monsters here in the UnderRealm. Some are more well-known than others, of course, like you and E.J. here."
Jeff made a noise from the back of his throat. "Well, how about that?"
"Well, let's go! I wanna get there before the crowd files in." Pencilneck chimed. Jeff nodded, lacing his shoes and following the others as they began to leave.
"This pub is huge!" Jeff breathed as he craned his neck upwards to look at the full size of the building. Masky nodded.
"Well, yeah. It serves every single being in the UnderRealm."
"Are there, like, bars that only serve certain kinds of people?" Jeff asked, out of pure curiosity. Eyeless Jack nodded.
"Some only serve Zalgo's Army, some serve Slenderman's Proxies, and so and so forth."
"I assume these little groups or whatever don't like eachother or something?"
"Ehh, it really just depends on the being themselves. Some like eachother; in fact, I have a few friends who are in Zalgo's Army." Jack smirked below his mask as he opened the double doors that led into the bar. Immediately, Jeff and the others were blasted by the loud cheering and music that came from the place. Cringing inwardly and beginning to doubt coming along on this trip, Jeff followed them reluctantly inside.
As the others drifted in their own separate directions of the pub, the young killer hung back, feeling jittery at being surrounded by so many people. He, on reflex, drew his hoodie up over his head to hide his face and walked stiffly over to the bar. Surprisingly, he didn't need to wait long until one of the bartenders approached him. She was a younger woman, her pale face peppered with freckles and scars that shone white in the lighting. Her brunette hair fell past her shoulder-blades in perfectly curled waves, and behind her long bangs were a pair of bright, almost glowing, amber eyes. The lady smiled at Jeff flirtatiously, revealing a twin set of long, thin fangs.
"Well, I've nevah seen you around here, darlin'. Ya new?" She drawled, accent heavy with an oddly pleasant country twang. Jeff grunted in reply, still uneasy at this whole new experience. The lady smiled once more, pulling out a shot glass.
"What can I get ya, honey? The first one's on the house."
Thinking over for a moment, Jeff finally replied, "Just a shot of Jim Bean... please."
