Monster High: New BOY @ $chool - Prolog: Sunday

Slenderman’s POV

It was a typical Sunday: we all were tired and we relaxed. I helped Wendy with planning a dinner. When a clock was five (it’s our dinner time) I turned my look towards Jeff and said:
    “Jeff, tonight you’re not going to murder tour, you go straight to bed.”
Jeff would be shocked, because he dropped his fork.
    “What?! Why?!” He shouted.
    “Because you’re going to school tomorrow”, I answered. “You haven’t gone to school for two years. That’s why I informed you to Monster High.”
    “And you didn’t ask me! My opinion is as important as the others! I don’t want to go to school!”
Dinner table became a war zone, and knives ja forks flew around the kitchen. The rest of night, I and Jeff had dumb school. Teenagers are troublesome!


Wendy’s POV

Evening came, and the dumb school was still on. I discussed this issue with Slenderman.
    “What’s wrong with that Jeff?” He asked. “I just wanted he’d expand his world's knowledge. Even a murderer doesn’t survive with small cognizance.”
    “Slendy”, I started. “I know you just tried to help him but you might have mentioned to him about it. Jeff is in sensitive age now and that’s why he’s easily hurt. And you were teenager, too… thousands of years ago.”
After the discussion I headed to Jeff’s room. Ben and Laughing Jack didn’t dare to mock Jeff, because they were afraid of me. I stood behind Jeff’s door and I knocked carefully.
    “Go away, Slendy!” He snarled crying. I just opened the door and stepped inside his room peacefully. “Mom! I thought--“
    “I know, who do you thought I was” I sat on his bed beside him. He was coiled up like a cat.
    “Honey, we discussed this school thing. It was wrong to inform you there without your approval but he just thought your best. You can try it, even one week. If you don’t like it, you can quit it and come back home. Is it okay?”
There was a moment of silence. Then Jeff said:
    “Yes, it sounds good but I don’t have any luggage.”
    “Lets’ pack together. Then you go to bed, and then you’re cheerful.”
    “Thanks, mom. I appreciate your help much.”



Author’s note:

Wendy is my Creepypasta character. I’ll write her story later.