I cowered behind Jeff. He grabbed me with his free hand( the other held a knife). A tall slender boy walked up to me. He had a blue mask on. His eyes were black and an equally black slime oozed out of them. He felt my hips and where my kidneys were.
"Gooood job Jeff!" The boy kept feeling my kidneys. "You brought home a delicacy."
"Jack he's not food! He's a Creepypasta and slender man wants him!" Jeff patted me on the back.
"SLENDER MAN wants him! he must be special!" A little girl butted in. She was in a purple dress and had cute brown hair. Hey eves were bright and playful but possessed a secret.
"You've got it all wrong! I'm not a Creepynoodle!" I tried to convince them.
"Pasta!" The little girl yelled at me. I looked at her in a weird way.
"You said Creepynoodle, it's Creepypasta dum dum!"
"Oh..."
I was sitting in a room with tearing wallpaper. The only piece of furniture in the room was an old bed. I put my bag next to me and brought out a book. It was the mosteers. It was about a family in a house that's infested with monsters that they inherited from their dead uncle. Right now I felt like them.
Little did I know that book would help me.
Sorry short chapter. No post on Sunday's.
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Jefferman the miller
FanfictionA kid comic has found he's more than a class clown, he's a Creepypasta! Read his adventures with the Creepypasta crew and his journey to unlock his "true potential" Can he do it? Can he save the Creepypasta mansion? Can he make slender man laugh? R...
