The two of you enter Jeff's bedroom, and he closes the door behind you with a soft click. You turn to your... boyfriend? It's not like you had the time to talk things over, thanks to the other guys so blatantly ruining the moment.
It seems like Jeff has somewhat similar feelings, as he looks like a deer in the headlights, his eyes darting between your joined hands and the bed.
"Why don't we sit?" you propose, trying to be responsible despite knowing that talking is the last thing you want to do right now (you'd prefer for your actions to convey your feelings). The two of you sit at the edge of the bed, letting the silence envelop you. Jeff shifts a little closer, just close enough so that your thighs touch.
"Do you want to start or should I?" You nudge him, having a slight suspicion that this is a very new situation for him. The dating pool must be pretty limited when you're a serial killer.
"Do we have to talk about it?" Jeff asks, turning to look you in the eye. "Can't we just, you know, go with the flow?" He leans closer, trying to capture your mouth in a kiss, but you stop him with your hand, his pursed lips meeting your fingers.
"I'll start then." You chuckle, rolling your eyes. "I like you, Jeff. I think you're pretty cool- not to mention your killer sense of humor." It's his turn to laugh, his voice sending pleasant vibrations through your hand and into your body. "There's been a lot going on recently, and I know we haven't known each other that long, but... I think I want to give the two of us a try. I want to know more about you." You smile, hoping he can see it through the shadows surrounding your face.
You freeze - your disguise. You completely forgot about it. Jeff still doesn't know that... that you're just human. A boring old human without any special powers.
Would he... would he still hold your hand like that if he knew?
You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing the thought as far back as you can. You'll think about it later; secret identities are at least a third date topic.
...right?
"Well," Jeff finally starts, and you shift your focus back to him. "I... I like you too. A lot, I think. Haven't felt like this about anyone, ever." He visibly cringes. "Ugh, why is this so hard to talk about?! I am literally 23 years old."
"You are? Sheesh." You interject, making him look at you unamused. "No, I just realized that we're not that far apart. That's nice!"
"Right... but yeah, I think you're pretty neat. I know we're not normal people under normal circumstances, but..." He bites his lip, thinking about his next words. "Let's say that in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you."
You can't help but snort at that. "Did you just quote a movie as a part of your confession?"
"I- I panicked!" Jeff stutters, suddenly very interested in anywhere but your face. "And it's not like you're that smooth either, like, 'killer sense of humor,' please-" He never has a chance to finish as you bring your lips to his, cutting him off with a soft kiss.
He freezes, just for a second, before relaxing against your mouth. Jeff lets go of your hand to instead bring it to the nape of your neck, trying to get even closer as he tilts your head, deepening the kiss.
You lick his lower lip, an open invitation that he graciously takes, opening his mouth more so that your tongue can enter. Jeff groans into the kiss, and you can't hold back anymore, pushing his back onto the mattress so that you can straddle his hips.
He gasps, and you take the opportunity to shift your lips lower, placing them on his jaw instead. It's almost addicting to feel his scarred flesh under your tongue. You lick a long, wet stripe along the length of his neck before stopping at the line of his jaw, gently nipping his skin.
Jeff moans, a sweet, sweet sound that you think you'll never get enough of hearing.
"Everything good?" You ask, lifting your face from his neck and leaning back on his thighs. Scared for your balance, Jeff's hands move to your lower back, now holding you securely in his arms. He hesitates for a moment before you feel his thumbs hook onto your back pockets, getting a feel of your ass. "Very good, I see."
"You know it babe." He answers, sounding much more confident than before as he captures your mouth in another kiss.
This time, your tongues meet halfway, the sensation sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You gasp as you feel his right palm slide under your shirt, fingertips gently grazing your skin.
Feeling the heat pool in your stomach, you press your body against his. You buck your hips, pleased to find that Jeff is enjoying your make-out session just as much as you are. You can feel his length against your stomach, but before you have a chance to comment on it, you feel a sharp pain in your lip.
"Ouch!" You yelp, pushing Jeff away from you, making him whine at the sudden lack of contact. You bring a finger to your mouth, wiping the blood off your lower lip. "Did you just bite me?"
"We asking stupid questions now?" He smugly counters, already feeling drunk from the kiss." Of course, I did; you look so good in red."
"You're insufferable." You murmur, dragging him back for another kiss. Your teeth clash with one another but neither of you seems to mind.
You love it.
You push him further into the mattress, deliberately grinding your hips together as you do. Your mouths start to lose finesse, moving frantically against one another with a desperation that wasn't there before.
Only a few layers of fabric separate you two, and you can't wait to lose them. You reach in between your bodies, palming his erection through his jeans.
Jeff bucks into your palm, groaning against your mouth. It's clear that you're on the same page; you both want this.
"Ok, pause." You say, suddenly ending your kiss. "Do you have condoms? And lube for that matter." You can feel Jeff go rigid under you. "...Jeff?"
"Um, could you give me a minute?" You get off his lap, allowing the man to stand up. "I'll be back in a few, I know where to find some-"
"Jeff, wait!" Your words don't reach him; the man is already running out of the room. "...I wanted to suck you off, but be my guest, I guess." You shrug, feeling a tad bit disappointed.
You check your pockets, fully aware that you won't find anything; although stumbling upon a brand-new condom would be rather funny.
There are no condoms (shocker), but your fingers come across a ragged piece of fabric, now stiff from all the blood it had absorbed a few days prior. You lay down on the bed, not even trying to suppress the stupidly large grin spreading across your face.
Jeff feels the same. Jeff likes you. You expected many things to come from living at the Slender Mansion, but not a boyfriend. You giggle, playing with the bloodied piece of fabric as you kick your feet. This is definitely a step up from that terrible doctor's appointment.
An image flashes through your head - a monstrous, horned demon finding you in a forest. You can't help but shiver at the memory of that lucid nightmare. It felt so, so real... maybe it was?
"What was that dream about..." You mumble to yourself, trying your hardest to recall any creatures that looked like the demon from your vision.
"I̸t̶ ̸w̷a̸s̴n̸'̸t̷ ̴a̴ ̶d̸r̵e̷a̸m̶,̶ ̷Y̸e̶n̴n̸e̵.̶"
You jump, turning around to see none other than a man with a blue mask with dark holes instead of eyes. You didn't notice Eyeless Jack coming in, you have no idea how he got here... but there's something about the way he spoke that makes your anxiety spike.
"What are you doing here?" You start, getting up from the bed and approaching him with your head raised high. You remember the talk you and the guys had earlier and decide to add another question. "Where's Toby?"
Jack doesn't answer, just laughs as he dismissively waves his hand at you. Suddenly, your body goes rigid, making it so you're unable to move your limbs.
"Jack, what the fuck?!" You exclaim, trying to fight this... spell you're under, but your body refuses to cooperate. "What did you do to me?"
"I̷ ̸d̷i̷d̸ ̴n̷o̵t̵h̴i̵n̷g̵,̸ ̸f̵o̶o̷l̷.̷ ̵I̸t̸'̷s̵ ̴a̸l̷l̷ ̵H̴i̸s̷ ̵d̵o̷i̸n̶g̶.̵ ̵A̵n̶d̸ ̵n̵o̵w̷ ̷t̶h̸a̷t̶ ̷w̷e̵ ̵k̵n̸o̶w̵ ̸y̷o̶u̵'̶r̴e̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̵g̵ ̴s̵p̶e̵c̷i̵a̴l̵,̵ ̵j̴u̴s̶t̸ ̶s̶o̶m̷e̵ ̷h̴e̶l̴p̷l̶e̸s̸s̸ ̴h̴u̸m̴a̸n̵...̴" Jack walks up to you, his hand slowly reaching towards your face. You hold your breath, afraid of what's to come, but the man only closes your eyelids, trapping you in the dark. You try to pry them open but can't. "Y̸o̴u̴'̷l̴l̶ ̵b̴e̵ ̶t̶h̷e̷ ̸p̵e̶r̶f̴e̵c̸t̴ ̷b̶a̶i̶t̶.̴"
"Let me go, you bitch-" Your scream gets cut off too as he places a cold finger against your mouth, silencing you. You can't see but you feel how it brushes against your split lip.
"I̵ ̵s̵e̵e̸ ̴y̵o̵u̷'̶v̵e̴ ̶b̸e̷e̸n̸ ̸b̷u̴s̴y̶.̶" Jack chuckles, bringing the bloodied finger to his lips, tasting your blood. "D̶e̸l̶i̵c̴i̴o̵u̴s̸.̸.̴.̸ ̷I̶ ̵h̷o̵p̵e̴ ̸t̶h̸a̷t̷ ̷a̴f̵t̵e̴r̴ ̷H̷e̴'̴s̶ ̷d̵o̶n̷e̸ ̸w̶i̸t̸h̸ ̴y̶o̸u̵,̴ ̷H̵e̸'̸l̶l̶ ̷a̸l̴l̷o̵w̷ ̴m̷e̷ ̶t̶o̵ ̸f̷e̵a̵s̴t̵ ̶o̷n̸ ̸y̷o̸u̷r̷ ̶f̶l̷e̷s̵h̷.̷ ̷I̵ ̵h̷a̴t̶e̸ ̸i̸t̷ ̴w̵h̴e̷n̸ ̵f̶o̷o̸d̶ ̶g̸e̷t̴s̴ ̸w̸a̵s̸t̷e̸d̸.̵"
You want to shout, you want to cry, but you can't; you're completely at his mercy. You hear a snap, and suddenly your brain gets foggy, and darkness overtakes your mind, making you lose consciousness.
Eyeless Jack goes up to one of the room's barren walls and touches it, leaving behind two burned-out words on the wall. He then walks up to you and picks up your limp body with ease, teleporting you both out of the room.
The first phase of His plan has finally begun.