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“i'm hurrying, im hurrying. You sound like an old women complaining the lines to long at the grocery store...” he said quietly. At the faint click of the cafeteria door beginning to open he snatched all his stuff off the table and hid under the table with Pompeii, not moving, not making a peep.

A guard walked across te floor and another joined in."did you check the exit at the west wing?" He asked and the other guard replied with a solemn yes.

Soon they left and she smiled."....well....that was easy....you know where that is?"

After they were gone he looked down at his map. “west wing exit” he pointed to it with the end of his ink pen. After He was sure they werent coming back he crawled out from under the table, and requested she wait there a second and went to the darkest corner. He couldnt stand the prison clothes anymore, so he changed. He walked back to her wearing blue jeans and a dark blue shirt with black words on it that read: Hells gate at the top and a picture below it of a demonic symbol and below the skull read will never open up to the fallen. Made sense on the fact what he believed he was....


“ready to get out?” he asked.

She nodded and smiled brightly at him. Yet somehow behind it it was an electric smile of mischief. She began to walk to the way of the west wing. Her eyes dating to every corner of the hall.

Jenkins placed his pocket knife in his back pocket, and the map and pen in his front pocket, though he did get his prison outfit and Pompeiis and carry them around for a temporary time. They couldn't risk leaving them in the cafeteria, a night guard could come by again and see them and know 17 and 232 were escaping.

He stored the outfits in a hidden place before catching up to Pompeii and walking at her side. He took the map out, looking down at it. West Wing, here we come.

(Do you think the Jeff the killer should reply now. )

(Yep)


She continued and walked around in the hall. She saw the door and a small sign saying EXIT on it. She ran and opened it quietly and she looked and held it open."hurry....." He said and he sighed more.

There were stories around about a killer who has an inhuman appearance and almost demonic grin. He was notorious. Going in killing and leaving without anyone knowing. Until recently he failed to kill someone and his story and description was put every where. But still some people refuse to believe it and claim it is some sort of rumor or legend. The world was not short on legends that's for sure.

In the outskirts of a large town almost city someone walked just in the ridge line of the forest. He walked along humming to himself softly. He approached a hill and saw a prison over it. He carried around a knife which he was playing with why walking. poking the tip onto the tip of his left ring finger he played with it like what people do out of boredom and get fidgety. There was no light where he stood so seeing his face was impossible. But he stood there looking over the prison and looking into the woods. He gave off a little quiet laugh and moved down the hill resuming his humming.

(Do you like the way I did it? I can change it if you don't like it)

(Its fine)



Jenkins followed behind Pompeii, keeping good pace and keeping a sharp eye out for guards. He saw the EXIT door and ran behind Pompeii to it and made his way out. That was....easy. Easier then he expected.

(Should jeff and slendie be allies)

(Well society think they are.)

She ran away and combed over the large fence. She fell on her feet and continued to run and looked at Jenkins as he ran. She clutched the knife, still stained with blood, against her chest and she let out a small chuckle knowing it was over, many people were going to die tonight. And she loved it.

(Cue me in and i'll start In the forest)

Jeff saw the two people escape the prison and began to enter a game of cat and mouse. He slowly followed them being silent but still there.

(If you want us to be allies we can be. I was thinking when Jeff finds them they try to flee realizing they bit of more then they could chew so to speak and you come in and do your slendy thing. Then it is more of a rivalry with both of us after the same prize. But that's just an idea.)

Jenkins ran and followed Pompeii over the fence. He didn't look back. They were free. Looking back would show a sign of weakness. It would show that he was hesitant to leave which he more then certainly was not. He was glad to be out. This was the start of another journey. A murder story. Inside he felt eager, and joyful

(Ok cool so just pm me an idea on how to start the intro for slendie and I'll see what I can do)

She began to run out into the forestry. Her long white hair rippling behind her and her hoodie hood flapping. She didn't stop until she saw the area a small town would be in.

(Well. I had yet another thought about all of this. After they are chased and faught, this may take a while to happen, even though jeff and Slendy are merciless they can see things inside the two and give them a ....sort of test )

(Well Jeff will see this as a game. A way of having fun with his victim instead of just killing them. He will know of slendy and see it as a game trying to do better then him. But before morning Jeff will go for the kill)

Jenkins ran at her side after speeding up. The way Pompeiis hair was rippling behind her, he didn't believe he needed any in his face. After a whiles worth of running g he noticed Pompeii stop so he did the same. Seeing the small area a town might be in. Not many people were awake this time of night, leading him more unaware of the 'company to come'

She walked casually into the town and hid in the shadows. Her red eyes glance from place to place and she smiled seeing a house with no lights on."......our first victims......." He whispered almost questioningly.

Jeff was near by but at a good distance. He waited watching them. He thought it was cute watching these almost rookies do what he was a expert at. He remained hidden in the shadows.

He followed the girl into the darkness of the town. Barely any lights were one except for the lights that belonged to building which were owned by gamers gaming the night away, mothers attending to a child that had woke up in the middle of the night, or simply the occasional business. Street lights were aligned but some if the bulbs were blew or shattered. He looked up at the house she was referring to. "Seems like it" he said quietly.