Jeff's Point of View

I entered Slenderman's study, leaving Annette in the hallway. I don't think I've ever seen her so nervous.  She usually doesn't  let her emotions show. Especially around Slender. I already spoke with Smexy. The long and short of it was "hurt her and i'll make your life hell." Now I won't lie. Smexy creeps me the fuck out. So i can just imagine how Slendy will react. I'm not saying I'm not scared of Slendy, but I'm not gonna let him intimidate me. I always get what I want, and what I want is Annette.

As I enter the study I feel annoyance radiate off of Slendy. 

"Jeffery. What are you doing in my study?" 

"I need to talk to you...about Annette."

"Is that so?" he asks without looking away from his notes.

"Yes sir."

He stiffens. "Sir? You never call me sir." he says.

"Well I figured, It would look better if, I show my girlfriends ol'man some respect." I say, my hand in my hoodie just in case.

" I see. So you want to date Annette, Is that correct?" He questions.

"Yes." 

He sighs. "Very well, you may date her."

I think I may have heard him wrong. "Wait. You're okay with this?" I ask.

"Of course not, but I' sure you know that I'll kill you if you hurt her." He says calmly.

"I'm not dumb Slender." I say.

"Very well. You may leave now." He said and motioned to the door.

Annette's Point of View

I waited for nearly an hour. I finally decided to head back to my room when Jeff, finally emerged. He held no emotion, and simply said "Follow me." He walked off before I even had the chance to speak. I followed behind quietly. We left the mansion and headed deeper into the woods. We walked about a mile south and reached the edge of the woods. "Wait here." he told me. He walked maybe ten feet and pulled a camouflage cover off of something. Upon further inspection I recognized it to be a motorcycle. A Harley-Davidson to be more precise. It was a nice, sleek, black body. Easily 1200 horse power, 4 stroke, not a bad bike. He straddled the beast and started the engine. "Get on." he said. 

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Get on." He repeated.

"Where are we.....?" he didn't answer. 

I questioned his actions but got on anyway. Its Jeff so... if he even tries anything I know I can kick his ass. He revved the engine and we went bursting through the tree line, and down the road. From what I can tell we are going in a Western direction. I felt a sharp pain in my right calf and looked down. My vision started to blur as I could barely make out a syringe with a strange purple liquid in it, puncturing my leg. The last thing I remember was feeling the bike switch directions before finally losing consciousness.

I apologize for the chapter being so short but my son spilled soda all over the  chapter so i had to write what i could remember.