Chapter 2: No Rest for the Wicked

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Eight Months Later:

Jeff lounged on the couch after a long night of killing. His hoodie was soaked with blood and needed cleaning. He left his knife in the kitchen to be washed. The TV blared loudly and all sorts of people went from room to room, doing chores, chasing each other or in Sally's case, playing House. Jeff put his feet up and took off his hoodie, throwing onto the floor without caring who'd want it picked up. Then Jeff found someone looming over him. 

"Oh, what do you want?" he sighed nonchalantly.

"Pick up that dirty ass sweater of yours and go to the dinning room for a meeting." the person growled in a surly tone.

"Yeah yeah Doll-face." Jeff grumbled and stood up.

"Ugly." the person retorted.

"Masky! Jeff! That will be enough!" someone called from the dining room.

Jeff picked up his hoodie and quickly fingered Masky before going into the dining room. Everyone was gathered around the dinning room table. Some stood, some sat. At the head of the table was a extremely tall and lanky man with a suit and red tie. He gave off an eerie vibe and he had no facial features what-so-ever. His face was just blank as a sheet of paper.

"Slender." Masky greeted and went to stand by his side.

Slender stood up to address the meeting.

"I'm calling an emergency meeting," Slender began. "Lately there has been talk of someone killing criminals. They've snuck into jails and asylums and killed the prisoners regardless of people being around. I heard they brought down several gangs and criminal organizations. I even heard people say it's a wolf with fur as white as snow and others say it's a girl with a silver scythe and cuts on her face. Either way, this person is dangerous to us and could possibly be looking for someone here in this mansion."

Everyone murmured among themselves. 

"And, last night, one of my proxies reported seeing a massive white wolf with cuts across it's muzzle. So I urge you to be extra careful when you are outside the mansion. Travel in pairs or be prepared to fight for your lives. I've heard this creature is very powerful." Slender said. "Thank you. Dismissed. Jeff, come to my office."

Everyone got up and left the dinning room. Jeff huffed and followed miserably behind Slender Man. Surely Slender hadn't found out his little prank with the bugs in Laughing Jack's underwear. Jeff prayed this wasn't so. Jeff walked into the clean and well kept office. There were several scribbled drawings tacked up on the walls. They looked as if some demented child drew them. Jeff stood in front of Slender's desk.

"What did I get in trouble for this time!?" he immediately exclaimed.

"Quiet!" Slender hissed then relaxed. "I'm giving you a mission with Smile to track down this thing."

"Why?" Jeff asked.

"Because I have a theory that you had something to do with this."

Slender handed Jeff a picture of a concrete wall. On it was a message written in red. "No rest for the wicked!" it read and beside it were curved horizontal lines. It took a few seconds for him to realize that these were smiles. Slender handed a Jeff another picture with a message that read "I'M COMING FOR YOU! -X" in uppercase letters.

"Do you know of anything that may had something to do with these messages?" Slender asked.

"None that I remember." Jeff replied.

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