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“RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN” is the only thing going through your head. SLENDER MAN wants to recruit you to be his new toy (proxy) and you just cannot. Cats are carefree, lazy, and not commanded. Yeah you’re not a cat but you might as well be. You have a horrid sleep schedule and have horrible mood swings. Cat behavior. Anyways…You turned him down and ran away and you fucked up so badly. He doesn’t venture out much because he needs his eyes everywhere and for that he needs to be still, so he sent out a few guys. 1. Infamous Jeffery Woods aka Jeff The Killer. You didn’t even know he was real and you’ve read fan fiction about him in your middle school days so you should feel shame. 2. Eyeless Jack. He’s scary. And 3, the other jack who’ve also read about. Shame on you.Running through an infinity forest while hearing laughs and giggles and occasional loud noises isn’t ideal and you’ve already accepted your loss but a captain can still run from his ship even if sinking is inevitable. You start to hear pop goes the weazel and see jeff on the left of you. You yelp and reach out the scratch him, but your hand goes right through a black cloud of smoke. Then a hand on your ankle is felt and you stomp on it and continue running. Laughing Jack screams at you and disappears. He’s trouble. Then you see a creature ahead. He’s holding a needle you observe. You are TERRIFIED of needles. So you shriek hysterically and run up a tree. How smart. All three of them surround the tree.“Ej what do we do? You’re the tallest here and afraid of heights. LJ can’t warp up there because the branches will break and there is no way I can climb that high.”, Jeff says while glaring at you.“We do all we can. Convince her or play the waiting game.”, he responds while crossing his arms.“LJ” sighs and you swear you see something devilish in his eyes.You look down at all of them and observe their features. EJ as they call him is tall and has weight on him too. Goop is coming out of his eyes yet he can still see. You can only imagine what the needle was for.LJ is a monochromatic clown with a poky looking nose. You wonder if it’s sharp at the tip or dull. Maybe it squeaks if you squeeze it. You should try it one day. His clothes are interesting too, but he’s a clone so it makes sense. Beautiful eyes though.Speaking of beautiful eyes, Jeff’s eyes are actually blue. So dead and dark you could mistake them for black, but they’re blue. He’s wearing a dirty once white hoodie that smells as good as it is clean. His jeans are a big baggy though. Black. And some dirty disgusting black converse. Rusty looking. Ew.While lost in your thoughts you get a knife thrown at you. Jeff.“It’s not nice to stare. Come down and get a better look.”, he yells.You shake your head no in response and stink your tongue out. You’re tail waves back and forth with caution. But then you hear static. Your tail goes straight up like your ears and you hear something.“AIUOEUAOEOUEAIEIUA…..COME….DEIUORT…..DOWN…..OR SECRETS GET TOLD.”, and then silence.Secrets. Like what?Static again. “I know everything about you including your past obsessions and your yeast infection from sixth grade. If I have to come get you, it will be miserable back here”.You stop and stare at everything. You’d be lying if dating a creepypasta wasn’t on your list but it’s fumbling so bad if they found out now.“I’m gonna jump down! Cat’s don’t always land on their feet so catch me!”, you yell before jumping down almost immediately. Nobody caught you. When you open your eyes Jeff and LJ are laughing and EJ is crying goop, but once he see’s your awake he smiles and injects you with the needle. Being the good guy sucks.
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You’re in the forest, but nobody is there. Only you. Your ears and tail are missing, so this must be a dream. You start to walk around until you see a figure.“I hate dreaming”, you say before forcing yourself to wake up.Bright white lights. Thats all you see before sitting up. You look around searching for anything familiar but its all so foreign you just don’t know what to do. From the equipment to the not good condition of this “bed” you’d say you’re in a makeshift doctor’s office. Except what you’re on isn’t a bed at all. ITS THE OPERATING TABLE. You quickly lift your shirt up searching for anything familiar new cuts or scabs but see none, besides your on your side from jumping off a tree. Stupid mistake. You go to stand up, but fall immediately. Your legs just completely stopped worked. Oh right! EJ injected you with something and you woke up early, so you must be under the effects still. Well this sucks. You were horrid in gym and took it only when required, so your upper body strength really isn’t anything good. And then you see a button on the wall. “Press for assistance” with a little bell drawing. That’s the goal. You can’t stand but even if you could it’s still high up. There’s a nightstand type thing below it so if you channel your inner body builder and climb up, you can reach it. Give it up already.PLAN ONE
Throw stuff at it. You take off your left shoe. Navy blue converse are nice, but let’s see if they let you down. Miss. Right shoe. You recall your dad trying to help you pitch a ball. Miss. Well this sucks. You are NOT removing any other clothing. But out of the corner of your eye you see a crayon box by the trash can which means it’s on the floor. As a kid you loved army crawling and now it all pays off. You slither on over and grab the box and slither back. Eye where you want it to go. Back…and…shoot! You hit it! You felt so proud of yourself. Only three tries for a little button. But also, crayon boxes aren’t all that heavy. You should probably call it quits now. And you do.You put your shoes back on and start crawling to the door. It’s even automatic! But it sucks and it closes in on you. Stuck in a door, cant call for help. This really sucks. Maybe this is a sign to think more. “A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about but thoughts.”, you say in your head thinking you’re so smart. Thinking is so tiring though, so you fall asleep on the cold floor. You awaken to Jeff kicking your head lightly and laughing at you. The door is still closed on you but Jeff is more than capable of helping.“This is great! You’re here now so you can help me!”, you say while staring at him like he’s the greatest thing since pads.“Nuh uh. No way am I helping you. I go the bare minimum. If I don’t have to then I don’t do it.”, he says while crossing his arms. He stinks.“I’ll repay you one day just please!”, you say while grabbing his foot. He snickers and kicks you off and then walks away. That stupid jerk. But then he comes back a few minutes later with another young man. He looks like Link from Zelda but weird. Oh! That’s Ben! He rubs his eyes and goes inside the door it looks like and it opens. You swiftly crawl out and your legs even comply. That means you can walk again! After Ben comes back out he waves and walks down the hallway into a room and closes the door.“Thank you-“, you say with a smile before he closes the door. You get the feeling he doesn’t like being woken up, and also that this isn’t his first time fixing the door. Jeff clears his throat from behind you and asks for the payment.“Oh I don’t have any belongings. No phone or wallet or anything. I just figured I could do something for you one day”, you say while looking at him.His eyes are so big. His hair is shaggy and matted. Stinks too probably. His carved smile is so jagged. You can only wonder how bad it hurt to make that. He doesn’t have a nose so you wonder if he can smell. Maybe thats why he smells bad. He’s in different clothes now though. He’s in a black wife beater with some holes in it and dark blue and black pajama pants. He’s toned, not malnourished and skinny. He doesn’t have a beer belly either. Lots of scars though. His arms are covering in them. You wonder if he did those himself or if he collected them over the years. You don’t dare ask.“You have a staring problem but the ladies are welcome to take in what they please.”, he says with a smirk, “I have two ways you can pay me back. You can either clean my room OR clean my hair. It’s been pretty hard to brush and I want a haircut. Your pick”.You cannot believe him. Clean his room or give him a bath. Is he six? You stare at him in disbelief. You are curious about his room though, and you would be lying if you said you don’t want to see whats going on under that shirt. “If I choose the hair, then I cant do it without a clean space. So I’ll help you clean your room, and then I’ll brush your hair”. You say while avoiding eye contact.“One or the other would’ve been fine but i’m not the one gettin shorted so I don’t care” he says while shrugging. He leads you to his room and it is FILTHY. Trash is scattered everywhere along with dirty laundry and you swear there was some kind of organ on the floor but he says you’re crazy and he wouldn’t do that. Gaslighting is a horrible thing. He has a mattress on the flor with what looks like four different sheets on it, one pillow with no pillowcase, and some blanket you don’t care enough to read. He. Also has a tv with a ps5 (how flashy), and trash on it. Theres a closet, dresser, and nightstand, random stool, and a traffic cone too. Random holes are in the walls and ladies in bikinis are nothing new to the walls either.“YOUR ROOM IS FLITHY.”, You scream at him. He just smiles in return and then glares.“No girl is coming over so I have to clean this. The ladies like cleanliness you know”, he says as if this is your fault.You stand at the door with your jaw touching the floor. You command him to get you some gloves, trash bags, and a laundry basket. He surprisingly obeys and you get to work. First, you get laundry in the basket (you don’t separate colors because you really don’t think he cares) and he puts it in the washer. All his clothes on the floor amount to seven baskets. Then you begin to tackle the trash. By now he’s given up on helping so he’s in his bed watching some videos on his phone. Stupid bastard. The trash is food wrappers, food, alcohol bottles, cans, random paper, weed(?), condom wrappers, and other things too dirty to be named. All the trash is only three white trash bags. You were expecting more.“Hey I need a vacuum or broom or something”, you say.Jeff groans and goes to get one for you and returns with a vacuum. “Only one outlet works and it’s behind the tv. Good luck”, he says before flopping on his bed again. You swear you feel your humanity slip away every second you’re at this house.You unplug the tv and plug in the vacuum and start sucking up everything on the floor. His floor is made of carpet. Very dirty, stained, and old smelling carpet. Not ideal but Jeff doesn’t seem to care. It’s not like it’s your room so it’s none of your concern. There’s lots of dog hair in the carpet. Does Jeff have a dog? You thought Smile Dog was just a myth. His room is starting to look less abandoned now. Clean floor, clean surfaces, his closet is even empty so it looks like someone is about to move in. He also has a couch in his room, it’s grey with a cigarette burn on the side and a stain on the other arm. You should vacuum under that, and you do. Clean couch, clean floor, clean surfaces, clean everything.“Jeff get off. I have to wash your sheets and blankets. Probably that pillow too.”, you say while tugging the blanket. He rolls over and huffs while you roll your eyes. You put all of that in the basket and tell him to go wash it. He begrudgingly gets up and comes back with clean laundry. You both start either folding it or putting it on hangers. He doesn’t know how you tuck the socks together so you do that and you hand him folded clothes so he can choose where to put them. All in all it’s peaceful. Shirts, jackets, sweaters, hoodies, and button ups go on hangers, everything else is folded and put into the dresser. Pants of all kinds go into the top two, boxers go into the third drawer shorts go into the fourth, and socks are in the fifth. He doesn’t put anything in the sixth. After a few hours of clothing, towels, and linens.. you did it! He has clean clothes, nice made bed, and his room is finally live-able. You both are so proud to be done. It’s taken nine hours to get this far. You’re so proud-you forget about his hair.“Don’t forget the second part little lady.”, he says while pointing at his head.All your celebrating comes to a halt and you stare at him dead faced. “Nine hours”, you mutter.“Huh”, Jeff mumbles.“THAT IS HOW LONG I WORKED ON THIS STUPID ROOM FOR. NINE WHOLE HOURS”, you shout at him.“Chill out. You can do it tomorrow. I just want to sleep right now”, he yawns.“Oh NO. I cleaned those sheets and you aren’t sleeping on them until you are as clean as they are”, you lecture, “But I am showering first”.You grab two towels, some basketball shorts, a cool looking shirt you planned on stealing anyways, socks, and walk out. Then you walk back in. “I don’t know where the shower is”, you shamefully say.He chuckles and leads you there. It’s actually clean, but other people use it too you assume, so thats not a surprise. You undress after assuming you locked the door and turn the water on and wait for it to heat up. You look in the mirror and notice you had dirt on your face. “Good thing I’m about to shower anyways”, you say to no one but yourself. The mirror fogs up and you go to get in the water.
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He chuckles and leads you there. It’s actually clean, but other people use it too, so thats not a surprise. You shoo him out and take off your clothes. Navy blue converse, pink and white striped fuzzy socks, shorts, t shirt, bra, and pink sparkly thong from Victoria secret. You turn on the shower and get the perfect balance of hot, but not so hot it burns, and get in. Your muscles were under so much tension you didn’t even know you had. You found some head and shoulders and double washed your hair, then washed your face, and washed your body with some peppermint hot coco body wash and a clean rag. You stare down at your body, taking in every flaw you find. Your scars have always look so beautiful and so disgusting at the same time. You remember how you got them. It wasn’t like you had some kind of kidnapping or you were the subject of some kind of experiment. In middle school you just felt so bad about yourself. A bad day-or even a good one for that matter always meant being happy because after you came home it meant you could inflict pain on yourself. And you weren't shy about your self harm either. Anyone who saw you in shorts that went above the knee were exposed to your pain you felt before. And time and time again you were always asked why. You could never answer. You weren’t some creep who liked being hurt even if you did like how it looked. You didn’t do it for attention. It’s not like you cried and said you deserved it either. It was just like a routine. Something to look forward to. As you go down this rabbit hole of your past, the water then all of a sudden turned freezing cold and you got out so fast you didn’t even see the tall figure on the other side of the curtain. A man around Jeff’s height, little shorter, with brown hair and amber eyes was peeing. You jumped back in the shower and asks for him to hand you your towel once he washed his hands and he stuttered back a yes ma’am. So humiliating. You wrap yourself in your (Jeffs) crimson red towel and your hair in a black towel, grab your dirty clothes in one hand and clean ones in another and leave that bathroom as soon as possible and go straight to Jeff’s room. He isn’t in there and you take it as a chance to change, but as soon as that towel hit the floor he walked in and stared at you. Exposing yourself to two whole people on your first day is not a good look.“SHUT THE DOOR OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!”, You scream in a high pitched voice.“Should I stay inside or-“, he starts.“I DONT CARE”, you retaliate.You swiftly get dressed and cover your shirt with your hair towel so it doesn’t get wet and put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket of Jeff’s and in a defeated tone tell him to shower. He mentions how you said you would wash his hair and you just about throw yourself out of the window and hope smile dog is real so he’ll come kill you.
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You regain your composure that was never really there and take a deep breath in.“I’ll help with your hair but..BUT YOU HAVE TO WASH EVERYTHING ELSE YOURSELF!”, you yell out while a blush creeps onto your face.“Well yeah? You aren’t my mom and no offense but I don’t have a thing for furries..”, he says while looking away.You cant believe it. He didn’t even say anything about you doing other services so why did you assume-never mind. You clear your throat and nod while shooing him out. He grabs a towel and boxers and leaves. Looking out at the room around you, your mind wanders. You’re slender man’s property now. You played the game and lost. Like you could’ve won anyways though. You have cat features and no powers like the rest of them here. Everyone here is so amazing. Tears glide down your puffy cheeks and you try not to cry but you’ve never been one for holding back.You wipe them off and go to find a brush or a comb or anything- but it’s like theres none in this whole room. Your hair gets poofy when you brush it dry and not wet so you need to brush it now. You consider looking in Jeff’s nightstand but that sounds like a bad idea. He has posters of girls basically naked on the walls. His socks weren’t indifferent from a teenage boy’s. Imagining what lies in the lonely, beat up, old nightstand sounds like a horror movie in itself. You consider the outcomes.ONE: You open it and find unspeakable things and a brushTWO: You open it and find-who are you kidding there has to be unspeakable things in there so you might as well get it over with now rather than later.Slowly…very slowly do you walk over to it. Awaiting a sign from anything to not open it. Nothing is coming to save you now. You grab the handle and pull open the drawer to find-! A purple fleshlight, some condom wrappers, empty cigarette boxes, some coins, dead vapes, edible wrappers, a vitamin water container with white sludge inside, and what looks like to be a brush under the fleshlight. You’ve killed people before so picking up a mens pleasure item really shouldn’t be this hard. You pick it up and liquid falls into the drawer. And Jeff walks in while whistling. You quickly drop to the floor. Not hiding under the bed though, because his mattress is on the floor. You thank yourself for vacuuming the carpet beforehand.“Hey I’m ready for you to fix my…DID YOU GO IN MY NIGHTSTAND?”, He asks urgently.“I WAS LOOKING FOR A BRUSH I NEED ONE”, You respond back almost immediately.“You’ve seen my hair. Does it look like I own a brush?”, he questions confused.You ignore him and motion for him to turn around. As soon as he does you throw the toy back in and close Pandora’s box.“I’ve been told my hair is so beautiful and it’s such a shame my midnight locks became a midnight mess you know.”, Jeff thinks aloud.“Well I don’t care. I need a lot of conditioner and a brush. Maybe a hair dryer too but it’s not required.”, you order.“Yes ma’am”, he says begrudgingly.He brings back some tear free kid’s conditioner and a brush that’s probably growing new life on it. You shake your head and make him sit on the floor in front of you while you sit on the bed.“You might want to turn on something to watch and get comfortable. This is gonna take a while”, you say before silently praying. If his room takes nine hours you can only imagine how bad his hair will be.He nods and goes to what you assume the kitchen to get snacks. He comes back with some plastic water bottles, canned pineapple, and canned olives.“I got you some water. The food is for me. I figured you’d get your own food.”, he mumbles. He then sets a water bottle on the bed and sits in front of you. He turns on Albertssstuff and curses at an ad.You screw the top off and get a fat glob and run it through his not really clean hair. All you can do now is hope he doesn’t have lice. Start at the bottom. Fat glob, massage, brush, repeat. Very repetitive and very boring. What makes it worse is Jeff’s constant laughing and then turning around to say to not pull cause it hurts him. Every time he laughs his head moves and he blames you for the pulling. After an hour of this hell two young men open the door. It’s Ben and someone who looks like the man you flashed earlier.“Oh. Didn’t know you were playing salon Jeff. Aren’t you a little old for that Jeff?”, The man says. He’s wearing what looks like a paint mask and stares down at you. His gaze makes you feel like a child being scolded by a parent.“Y/N this is X Virus and he’s just an asshole”, Jeff says while glaring at “X virus”.“Me and X came to play games but you’re busy so we’ll swing back later.”, Ben announces before grabbing X and slamming the door.“Did he sound passive aggressive? Oh my gosh I can’t have Ben hate me! My dreams of playing minecraft while doing all nighters will be RUINED.”, You cry to Jeff.“He’s just always like that when someone can’t play games. Trust me he’s fine. Give him an hour and he won’t even remember coming in here.”, Jeff chuckles, “ Now keep at my hair. I want to be able to run my fingers through it by bed time”.It’s already one am but you shrug off his impossible wishes and start combing his hair again. After about ten minutes of boring brushing you decide you should separate his hair into sections then brush it. You begin to part it and you can tell it’s hurting his scalp. With every pull he sucks in air through his teeth. After another two hours you weirdly find joy in detangling his hair. The videos seem funnier now and Jeff finally shut up with his laughter. You’re pretty sure he isn’t even awake. You can feel your tail moving back and forth. You aren’t no dog but this is the cat version of a tail wagging happily. Occasionally your ear twitches. Your cat nature doesn’t seem to mind anyone that much. Jeffs statement about not liking furries keeps coming back to you. He’s weirdly kind of charming. He smells before a shower but how does he smell after? Does he have a manly body wash that makes his stench before worth it? You want to lean down and drape yourself over him and pull your face into the crook of his neck. You stop brushing and contemplate going through with your fantasy. If he really is asleep he wouldn’t even know. If he’s awake he should’ve already asked why you stopped. Getting caught would make you lose all dignity, but the reward is too great. You have to do it. His pale neck is there. It’s speaking to you. HE IS SPEAKING TO YOU.“Cat? Hello? Stupid cat? Y/N!”, he shouts.“Uh yeah?”, You say after snapping yourself back to reality.“Are you too tired to finish? We can just put the sheets on the bed and do the rest in the morning. I don’t mind.”, he says while looking into your eyes.“I-I’m fine really.”, you respond. You try to avoid eye contact as much as possible. Just because you’re a cat thing doesn’t mean you don’t act like a dirty dog.He just shrugs and turns back around to watch his youtube videos. You’re about half way done with his hair but he’ll need to rinse out all the conditioner. De-matting is a very time consuming job. His hair actually isn’t as long as you thought. It’s around shoulder length, which doesn’t particularly flatter him. He’s still cute though. As you guys get more tired and unknowingly more comfortable, he leans back and has his head in between your thighs and you guys start talking. It started off as what your opinions on some fast food ad you saw and took off from there. You guys really spoke about anything and everything your heads have thought of for the past seven years it seemed like. And finally, after a couple more hours, the hair was smooth.“THATS THE LAST BRUSH THROUGH! I DID IT JEFF!”, you shriek with excitement.He yelled something back. You didn’t care enough to listen though. “I can’t believe it! I’m gonna go wash out this conditioner and then go to sleep. I am totally in your debt now.”, he says before smiling and running his fingers through his jet black hair.You look away while smiling and wait for him to leave the room. “Holy smokes is this guy hot. He’s sort of a heh hot mess. That was bad.”, you think in your head. You decide all that sounds thrilling is making the bed and going to sleep. It’s bad enough you’re going to bed at very early in the morning, you have to get sleep sometime. You go to grab the sheets. They’re black and he weirdly has a dark blue and grey comforter. His pillow has a whole ton of stains in it too. You shiver in disgust at what was in that thing. After putting everything together, Jeff walks in. His hair is wet and he only has a towel around his waist.“Forgot clothes. Hope you don’t mind kitty”, he states NONCHALANTLY. This guy. He walks over to his dresser and grabs a pair of boxers and a white chuck e cheese shirt. “Turn around pipsqueak. Oh wait you’re a cat. Is being called pipsqueak offensive since mouses-““Mice”, you chime in.He scoffs,” Mice squeak? I guess it was offensive already though. Just turn around you peeping tom”.You huff and turn around and cover your eyes (for safety measures). He taps your shoulder and you see him leaning over.“All done. Now move.”“What? I’m just on the bed. Don’t tell me I can’t sleep here just for the night.”, you whine“I don’t care who I sleep with as long as I actually get some sleep”, he winks while saying that last part.He’s kind of annoying and not as manly and charming as you saw him earlier. “Brush your hair before it tangles all up again”.He just rolls his eyes and face plants onto his bed. Gripping the sheets with his long slim fingers and man hands, he sniffs the sheets like they smell heavenly. He then rolls over and asks you to turn off the lights. You silently get up and flick the light-switch and lay back down. Suddenly, the room gets a chill in the air and you go right under the blanket happily.You worked so hard today. You earned this sleep, but Jeff seems to think he’s earned it more. His snoring is so loud you swear it’s fake. The tv is still on and you can hear obnoxious laughter accompanied by bright lights. You shake your head and grab the remote and turn down the volume. His tv also has a brightness adjuster! His tv is so cool. You go to look at him. Maybe his lips are slightly parted and he looks like a dreamy sleeping beauty. Wrong. Since Jeff has no eyelids he apparently wears a sleeping mask. How charming and manly. Your fantasies should take a rest. Back to the sleep! His bed is strangely comfortable. Sleeping while facing him feels weird, especially after seeing his mask, so you opt for sleeping facing the wall. Your whole body is under the warm comforter. Your head remains out (obviously) and you take a sigh of relief. You escaped some doctor lab, became un paralyzed, cleaned a toxic jungle, and dematted probably several years of knots. What an eventful day. Resting is the only thought you have. Sleep…dreaming…arms around your waist…ARMS AROUND YOUR WAIST?His arms are hugging your waist and pulling you closer. THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE! His body may be cold as ice but thats just another reason for you guys to cuddle. Cuddling with a cold blooded killer sounds horrible. Cuddling with THE Jeff the Killer sounds enticing. He nuzzles your neck and you swear you just started purring. Your tail also starts moving again. This is what pure bliss is. His large frame swallows yours in the blanket and you are not opposed at all. Its nice and warm in more ways than one. You don’t want to fall asleep so you can savor this joy. Too bad you just did though.