Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays (4)

"This is boring," Jeff grumbled, the snow crunching beneath his feet, "And cold as fuck out." Masky, who walked beside him, shrugged. "Bosses orders, Jeff. You can't expect every mission to just be a killing spree."

"Well it's all I'm good for," Jeff muttered, rubbing his gloved hands together to get warm. He had been sent on a mission with Masky and Hoodie, teleported to some unknown location. Well, Hoodie seemed to know where he was walking, but Jeff was clueless. Maybe he should have been paying attention when Slender was giving out instructions, but he was so happy to be out of the damn mansion for once he didn't bother.

All he knew was that some guy had been getting to close to Slender's territory, and they were there to remind him who's boss. The thought of spilling blood made Jeff excited, and even now his freezing fingers itched for his knife, which was tucked safely in its sheath. He looked at Hoodie, who was in front, and asked, "We almost there yet?" Hoodie slowly looked back, the stitched-on frown of his mask showing no emotion. He slowly nodded, before facing front again.

Jeff almost laughed, the thought of murder making him smile, the Cheshire grin opening to reveal his teeth. He pulled out his knife, twirling it a little. It was the afternoon, so the sun still bounced off of it, reflecting light. He wondered how much of a challenge this mission would be.

Eventually they came across an abandoned building. It was an old, with two stories, a theater sign with no letters hung on it. Seeing Jeff's confused expression, Masky explained, "There's a small town about two miles from here. Back in the 90's, people used to drive here to see a play or whatever, but it didn't make much money I guess, seeing how they let the forest kinda take over it."

Jeff nodded, tightening his grip on the knife. Whatever. He didn't need the whole backstory on this place, he just wanted to kill something. He began to walk inside, before a firm hand grabbed his arm, holding him back. He turned to see Hoodie, the black mask staring blankly a him.

"What?" Jeff asked the silent figure. Hoodie let go, staring up at the building.

 "Stay behind me. I want to talk to him first."He muttered.

"Wha- talk to him? The fuck is the point in that, just stab the bitch and get it over with," Jeff said, exasperated, as Hoodie ignored him and walked inside, taking the lead again. Masky followed, giving a quick pat on the shoulder to Jeff. "Can't always resolve your issues by stabbing people, Jeff. Besides, this guy's a little different." He said lightheartedly. Jeff huffed, following them, muttering, "You can't resolve issues by stabbing people... watch me try, bitch."

"No, really, Jeff," Masky said, lowering his voice to a whisper as they entered. It was a dusty auditorium, with little to no lighting, any and all windows covered in thick curtains. Masky continued whispering to Jeff as they walked down the aisle.

"This guy's a ghost-"

"A ghost! What the hell, Mask, you never said this was gonna be something I couldn't stab-"

"Shh!" Hoodie turned around to hush them.

"Sorry, Hoodie- Jeff, it'll be fine. We want you to distract the guy if things go south, Hoodie has a plan." Masky whispered. Jeff went silent, not responding, instead choosing to get a better look at his surroundings in case he needed a quick escape- not like he would do that, he wasn't a coward, but still, just in case.

He rubbed his forefinger against his knife anxiously. The stage was huge and empty, barren without actors or audience. All three men walked cautiously down the aisle, Hoodie's gloved hands buried deep in his pockets, Masky taking out a flask and taking a swig from it, and Jeff's eyes darting from corner to corner.