Chapter 4: good times to be a cashier

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Jane's pov
Did I do something wrong? He looked embarrassed when Ben called me Jeff's girlfriend. I wouldn't mind being Jeff's girlfriend. What was I thinking?

In the human world
Jeff's pov
I hate the  human world. I hate the way I look. Slender would take away my smile, make me look like a normal teenage boy. I hate it. I hate that I need to get her something. I walked up to a Walmart. I went to the bedding. I found a purple and black bed sheets and blanket. "Good enough." , I said.I went to buy it.
"35 dollars please." ,The cashier said while putting it in the bag. I handed her the money. Slender always gave me to much money when he would sent me on jobs like this. I went to a poorly running corner store. "A pack of cigarettes.", I said.
"Sorry. Can't sell to a minor.", the cashier said.
I pulled out my knife and slit his throat before he could push the panic alarm. I grabbed him by his shirt collar. "Go to sleep." , I said. I pushed him to the ground. I looked at my hoodie. "Look what you did. You got my hoodie dirty." , I said. I grabbed a couple packs of cigarettes and some monsters. I ran to the forest. I pulled out my phone.
"Slendy, I'm done." , I said.Slender teleported me back to the creepypasta world.

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