"There are three places to live in the Underealm, Slenderman's mansion, Zalgo's mansion, or Mr. Creepypasta's mansion."

"What's this way?" You asked, pointing down a fork in the road. Jeff consulted the map breifly and scowled.

"Ugh, Zalgo's place," he grumbled. "Stay far away from that place, kid. Far away." You nodded, looking down the path with no small amount of foreboding shining in your (e/c) eyes.

"And what's that way?" You asked, pointing down the other fork. Jeff frowned momentarily as he called to mind a memory that didn't seem to want to register.

"Mr. Creepypasta's mansion," the smiling killer explained after a beat of silence. You knit your eyebrows.

"Isn't that-"

"A YouTube channel?" Jeff finished your question for you. He gave you a rare smile. "Everything has two forms, kid. Old Mr. Creepypasta's 'dark form' as one would say, is stronger than his 'light form.' More of his essance is in the Underrealm," he clarified upon seeing your confused look. "He's pretty influential as well, so he has his own residence." You were struggling to wrap your head around the concept.

"But isn't he a real person? I mean, human," you lamented upon seeing a familiar spark of anger in Jeff's blue-gray eyes.

The spark died as soon as it has ignited and Jeff looked down the path thoughtfully.

"I've never thought about it that way," he admitted. "I wouldn't dwell on it if I were you (Y/N). Some things in the Underrealm just defy physics, and trying to figure them out..." Jeff trailed off and shrugged. "Well, the human brain can only handle so much." You swallowed nervously, trying to turn your thoughts away from unexplainable physics lest your mind deteriorat prematurely.

"What's down the middle path?" You asked instead. Jeff frowned.

"That's the gateway to the Overrealm," he said carefully, gauging your reaction. Though you were adjusting to life in Slender's mansion, it was clear you wanted to go home still.

You froze at the admission. All this time mourning the loss of your old life and now you realize you could've just left?

"Don't," Jeff said darkly as if reading your thoughts. "Only creepypasta and certian humans can interact with the gate. If you walk down you'll keep walking forever, until you die of starvation or something gets you." You gulped and took a step back.

"Come on," Jeff said suddenly. "Slender was expecting us back half an hour ago." You nodded as the smiling killer turned his back and walked away. You did the same, then stopped and looked back at the pathways.

One led to Zalgo's home.

One led to Mr. Creepypasta's home.

And one was an endless tunnel that could lead to home under the circumstances.

"(Y/N)? C'mon, Slenderdick'll have my head on a platter if I don't have you back by midnight."

"Coming!" You called, then turned on your heel and ran, trying to ignore the whispers that followed you.

(This one's much better than the last one, I'll be the first to admit it.
Also, apologies for the late update. I really have no excuse other than procrastination and general laziness. I'll try not to be late again, promise.)