"You didn't have to hide it...Y/N..." Calibri said and put a skeletal hand on your cheek. Tears rolled down your cheeks. "I-I'm sorry..." You apologized. Any pictures used are not mine. I did not create Calibri.

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

Y/n was a happy little girl until her mother left her in a forest, luckily her father slenderman found her and rescued her. Y/n lived happily with her father and became his first (and best) proxy but when slender started to collect more creepypastas slender made it a rule that she must pretend to be one of the boys. Y/n understood her father's concern and went along with his plan, I mean, after all, it was like a mission. A/N- I own nothing I'm shit at writing -I will eventually get better- this is just for fun but I'm open to constructive criticism, people pointing out mistakes and people suggesting plot lines. Also, I shouldn't need to say this but this is creepypasta so it will include mature/taboo themes so proceed with caution! and i'm an old creepypasta fan so some recent pastas may not be in this( if you want them in it message me and I can try fit them in ). thanks for checking out my story!

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