Snitches Die in Ditches

Chapter 4: Here we go again

It's been a couple of hours since the meeting has ended. Some of the Creepypastas talked about it here and there but for the most part, everything was back to normal, but an uneasy feeling crept along the halls of the mansion. For some Creepypastas, however, major changes in their lifestyle had to change. Some went out of the mansion to collect their stuff from the outside to later move into the Slender Mansion. Others immediately left the mansion and headed for Zalgo's realm. A few others such as Hobo Heart and the Puppeteer decided to remain in the state that they were in, wandering amongst ordinary people taking the risk of the government finding them. They knew it was a risky choice but they enjoyed solidarity so it was a risk they were willing to take.

The Creepypastas that were desperate to leave the mansion to go kill begged human eating  Creepypastas to let them go with them. Poor Lazari was being bombarded with many Creepypastas who were trying to use her to get some kills that she began to feel overwhelmed and hid in EJ's room who was also being tortured with the begging of other Creepypastas but he was able to at least push them all away. EJ, however, did not feel content that Lazari was in his room for god knows how long.

There were some Creepypastas that did not attend the meeting so others had to fill them in on what they had missed since it kind of was really important. That's what was going on with particularly well-known face. Deeper in the mansion, a boy leans against a wall as his fingers furiously tap against the screen of his phone.

“Hey bro, I didn't see you at the meeting” the boy sent his first part of his message.

“Were you there?”.

No answer.

“ Well just in case you weren't there I can tell you”.

No reply.

“Proxies said we can't go out killing anymore unless we need to eat people for food, but I know your not a cannibal so I guess you and me are grounded”.

No response.

The boy with the carved smile began to frown as he scrolled through the messages that were left unread, all beginning with similar words. “Hi”. “Hello”. “What's up”. “Happy Birthday”. “Hi”. “Thanks for having my back, I miss you” The boy stopped scrolling when he reached that text.

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“Shit,” the boy whispered under his breath as he stared wide-eyed at the fleet of police officers that surrounded him. “Jeff put down your weapon,” an officer said as he had his gun aimed at the boy, Jeff. Jeff stood there in silence, thinking of ways on how to make a run for it. Usually, if there was two or three, Jeff could easily take them out. But this is not the case. seven police officers held their guns up, ready to fire while five others remained in their cars, talking to the radio.  Earlier Jeff had gone into a neighborhood, after finding out by one of the creepypastas that his brother was heading to that neighborhood. Jeff thought that if he had gotten there and seen his brother, that maybe they could make up and be a family again. Well, there goes Jeff's big idea. As Jeff was waiting for his brother to appear, it seemed that someone must have seen him and called the police, that would make sense as to why there was so many of them. Jeff almost snickered at the idea that everyone knows who he was, why else would these many officers show up? Why would someone call the police on him, a seemingly harmless guy talking a walk?

They knew who he was, they knew his face, they knew his name.

“Jeffrey Woods put down your weapon!’’ The same officer said, a little more aggressive this time.

Jeff snickered “I haven't heard that name in a long time, I just go by Jeff now y’ know, doesn't it say it in your neat little file of me?”