Living with the Creepypastas (COMPLETED)

Art Class With Jeff the Killer

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

You poked your head out of your bedroom to see Jeff standing there. "I- uhm, you see, I am so bored."

"And then?"

"I want to do something."

"And what is that 'something' that you wanna do?"

"Leggo prank Slendy." he rapidly said with a cringy-innocent-looking smile. Sorry about that.

Anyways, you told him that it was far more dangerous for you than sneaking in a wolf cave or something like that.

He ranted on and on about how he badly wants to tell Slenderman about your fangirling issues, secret notes or notebooks and random stuff that you collect.

Not wanting your father to know about these things that you do, you soon gave in.

"fIIiInnNeeE. But on one condition,"

"What is it?" Jeff asked.

"If we do that prank on my father with him noticing us, I am out of the punishment since I just agreed on joining you and the others because I don't want dad to know about the hobbies that I do. Get it?" you asked Jeff with an aura that could scare the shit out of people. He nods in response.

---

Slendy was sleeping on the couch, as usual when he gets tired.

You and Jeff were towering above him, with markers in hand.

Don't worry, it'll wash off :>

Probably.

Careful not to wake your father, you two then started to draw on his face. You drew sunglasses and a mustache while Jeff drew other more things.

Once you two were done, you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before you. The both of you ran away before anything else happened.

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“Ugh . . . I just had this dream where someone drew on my face.”

Slender woke up to a groan and with an awkward feeling in his chest. He stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The sound of running water could be heard from upstairs. Slenderman was now washing his face when—

“What the actual f*ck?!”

“Uh-oh.” you both said.

Just then, you heard loud footsteps coming towards your room.

“JEFF!!! Y/N!!!!”

okay now this was random :/