When Push Comes to Shove (Slenderman x Jeff)

Sick yet Sweet

Chapter 8

Jeff's P.O.V.

I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding in as soon as the door swings shut behind me. "Damn.." I mutter to myself, "Did Slender just try to flirt with me?" I take a few more steps forward only to stop again, still disoriented by the events of the morning. Looking down at my now bandaged up hand, I can't help but smile a little in remembrance of Slenderman's and Masky's kind gestures. 

'Won't be needing this anymore," I say, unraveling the cloth that is almost throughly soaked through with blood. After all, I've been through worse. Need to prepare myself for the more violent and persistent victims as well. A simple cut from a shard of glass isn't going to stop me, though a teenager blindly wielding a gun in the middle of the night might. You never know what your next victims are capable of man.

Stuffing the cloth into my hoodie's front pocket for later disposal, I decided that today would be a more than suitable day for some time off. Mostly to think about everything that just happened earlier. And... Slenderman.

I groan as I plop myself down in a fairly hidden patch of forestry right by our home. Taking in an even breath of the pine scented air, I let my body relax as my mind starts to put together the pieces of our situation. 

Things have been too much to comprehend lately, that's for sure. But it's Slenderman I'm concerned about here. Has he always been this touchy-feely, aggressive, or for the matter... attractive??

My face heats up just thinking about him and how he had somehow managed to get into my bed. The sheer prospect of sleeping next to him itself makes me blush even harder. Damn having pale skin! I reach my hands up to rest upon my warm cheeks, though no one could see me. Better to be safe than sorry.

"Things really did escalate quickly back there.. didn't they," I mumble softly to myself, still trying to decipher his actions. "I don't even know if I should be fine with his advances, he didn't really give me much of a choice." I try to convince myself, but it doesn't take much for me to even know that I'm completely fine with everything he did back there, especially if it were to have continued.

I huff, pulling myself over to the nearest tree and leaning up against it. So what does this mean for me now? Do all of these feelings count as a want for something more with Slender?? Is it possible that I might even be in love with him??? My innermost thoughts churn inside me as I fight to resist them, still not entirely sure about my feelings for Slenderman.

One thing was for sure though. My thoughts and total perspective on him have changed ever since that night that he took me home after a murder and adopted Smile Dog. Whether it's for the better or worse, I am still uncertain. Soon though, I'll find out. 

I'll get to the bottom of this sick yet sweet mess, and Slenderman is the perfect way to start.