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Most Sundays were like this. After Saturday, Hell came back around.
Jack supposed this was because Slender Man would hand a list to partners, a list of people to kill. It almost reminded Jack of doing partner work back when he was still a human.
He sat at the table, surrounded by the chaos. It was just normal Mansion Shenanigans: Clockwork shouting at Toby, whilst Tim and Brian attempted to save Toby from getting into yet another fight. Music was blasting, and kids were running around. Jack envied Ben, who was simply interested in his phone rather than the Hell around him.
Up until Slender walked in, causing the music to turn to static and Ben's phone to shut off.
Jack looked to Slender, then to the table, and then to his co-workers.
Clockwork glared at Tim as if it were his fault Slender had entered the room. Regardless, she took her seat. Ben slipped his phone onto the table and looked up, similar to the others at the table. Except for Jeff, of course. Jeff gave off what Jack thought to be a smirk, though it was hard to tell with the smile Jeff had carved on his face.
What an idiot. The only reason Jack had the slightest respect for Jeff was based on his body count. It wasn't a smart decision, only based on the obvious fact that Jeff was still alive.
There was noise and shuffling, waking Jack up from his thoughts. No one was in the dining room. The kitchen was bustling with energy.
He waited for the area to calm down, before entering the kitchen. He didn't need to be around them. And they didn't need to be around him. Besides, Jack wasn't one for crowds and there was no rush.
It wasn't like anyone else would touch the mini-freezer, filled with human organs.
Each jar had a date neatly written on it, perfect to Jack's liking. He took the oldest one, a knife and fork, and worked his way back to the table.
It was just a kidney and Jack was running low. He was anxious about partner work but thankful it was nearly Monday.
Monday was the first day of the killing sprees. It was to please Slender. Some used it to please themselves, in more ways than one.
Jack, ever the sophisticated demon, used it to get him food.
He looked around, Slender no where in sight. This wasn't a surprise, in his six years of living at the Mansion, he never saw Slender eat.
Could Slender eat? Does he feed off the people we kill? Or maybe he didn't like to be near Jeff and Ben.
SLAM.
Many people jumped, the obvious reaction from many at the table.
"Settle the fuck down, Woods," a familiar noriette hissed, not too far from Jack.
Jeff's smile grew, wide.
The demon toned them out, finish his breakfast and leaving.
Once he returned, Slender towering over them. Everyone gave him their attention.
The crytid listed off names, each pairing got a sheet of paper.
Jack watched Ben join his partner (it changed every week, and, for now, Ben was paired with Sally Williams. She was younger but one of the most violent killers).
"Jeffery Woods and Eyeless Jack!"
The white-skinned alcoholic grinned. "'Least he had eyes, Slendy," he licks his always dry lips before hopping up and snatching the list before Jack could.
Slender Man "glared" at Jeff. It was clear he had a comment. But comments caused riots. And riots caused disobedience. How could he control anyone with that?
He read over the list, being loud about it.
Jack could have killed Jeff and then himself.
"Dismissed."
Many complaints were heard. Jack swore he heard Nina and Helen betting on Brian and Tim being in a relationship. They always managed to be partners, something many suspected to be a "favor" of some sorts
"They fucked before," Jeff informs both Helen and Nina. Tim swells red, "At least I'm not a fucking–" He couldn't finish his sentence, Brian's hand covering his mouth.
"Please, be mindful of Sally. She's eight and doesn't need to hear half of the stuff you say," Brian's voice is stern, to both men.
Jeff attempted a frown. It wasn't easy when you carved a smile into your face. Jack, who had been next to Jeff this whole time, judged from under his mask.
Serious Jack. Honestly, he should learn to have more fun.
Jeff let's out a loud, bellowing laugh.
"What's funny," Jack asks, curiously.
"Just that those two fags think Sal's innocent.
"We don't want to trigger her," Tim argued, trying to stay calm. Jeff chuckled. He knew Tim didn't care about anyone else's triggers.
Regardless, Sally clung to the man like he was her father. Nina had everything wrong when she moved in. Slender Man? A father? He was the step mother.
Jack's room was clean if you compared it to other's at the Mansion.
For starters, the bed was made. Books arranged by height. The floor was also clean, with a few scraps of paper and blood covering the carpeting.
He also had a small basket full of nothing but CDs. Before Jack could stop him, Jeff was rummaging through them.
"Cyndi Lauper? Nice," his stupid smile grew.
"You listen to–," but Jeff cut him off. "I listen to everything."
With more searching, Jeff found albums from Three Days Grace and Linkin Park, amongst others.
"This is an impressive collection," Jeff hums, holding a copy of some Sisters of Mercy's album.
Jack moved Jeff, causing the taller man to stumble. The demon didn't seem to notice (or care) as he searched through his own CDs.
Click! Click! Click! was all that could be heard as he flipped through them, before settling on an Smiths album and putting it in his radio.
"This is my favorite," he shows Jeff the case. It's a dark green, with warm colors titling it "The Queen is Dead." Jeff listens.
"Here. This is my favorite." Jack handed the killer a dull golden case.
"This sounds depressing as fuck," he sounds curt, though he meant it teasingly. Jack kicks Jeff, hard. "Fuck you. They're good."
"I never said it was bad," Jeff reminds, lighting a cigarette. Jack scrunches his nose, flipping Jeff the bird.
"There is a reason I wanted you to join me," Jack says, after a moment. "I want to learn more about each person. Their lives, where they live. Their jobs."
"This kid," Jeff points at a kid named Max Sawyer, "lives two cities from here."
"You aren't helpful."
"They also work a part time job at some shitty fast food joint, they're sixteen, and attend West Side High."
Jack looked down at the list.
JACK "EYELESS JACK" NYRAS AND JEFFERY "JEFF THE KILLER" HODAK-WOODS
Max Sawyer, X. Age 16. Hematite, Wisconsin. Chuck E. Cheese employee. West Side High School.
Joshua Bone, M. Age 18. Gary, Indiana. Unemployed. Calumet New Tech High. School.
Shelby Johnson, F. Age 21. Lansing, Michigan. Church volunteer. Resurrection School.
He frowned. This was too easy. Too little. Sure, scattered out enough but.
Jeff snatched the list. "What the fuck? How is there only three people? This has to be a mix-up. My last list had around eight fucking people on it."
"Shut up." Jack hissed, annoyed.
Jeff listened, surprising the demon.
Jack studied the killer, in the moment of rare silence.
He noticed Jeff's signature smile seemed to be fading and the roots of his hair were dark brown, if you squinted.
"We're busy in the morning so. I will see you then." Jack led Jeff out of the room, wishing him a good night.