what am i even doing

Jefferey Alan Woods, amiright? A man a myth a miserable metal head?

How i see the beginning -

He grew up in Louisiana, his mom was a single mom of 2 boys, and she was a police chief. I think after their dad died when he was 12, they moved. She took a smaller job at a precinct in a tiny town, something with less stress and a quiet school for her boys to grow up in.

Liu was the golden child. i see jeff as the little brother. JROTC type shit, following his moms footsteps or more. had plans for the military.

Jeff was the kid they gave up on. Low grades, sneaking out, he got in with the 'wrong crowd' as soon as they moved to that tiny town. Jeff wanted nothing to do with the move, obviously.

I feel like it was years of that school, those bad kids who pretended to be his friends. As time went on, liu got more golden, jeff was left to rust.

Even though his grades were bad, jeff wasnt dumb. He was one of those kids who got the material, he just didnt bother to try. Why would he? Anything above a C, his mom assumed he cheated anyway. I think Jeff is actually really good at mental math, and i headcanon that he reads whatever he can find that he doesnt deem a 'total snooze fest'. This criteria varies.

I dont think he was big in highschool; just tall. Kinda wiry. He couldve run track, if the school had the program. It didnt. Jeff spent his junior year drinking and smoking behind the equipment shed on the football field. He got comfortable, trusted the people he called friends, even got a date to the prom.

And then prom night - i know, so cliche, prom night - jeffs having a good time, he snuck a flask in, his date wants to sneak from the gym, where the prom is being held, out to the equipment shed. Jeff thinks hes gonna get lucky on prom night. - another cliche.

He gets locked in there. Alone. In the dark. His 'friends' are laughing, videoing him banging on the door.

His date? One of his friends new girlfriends. Jeff gives up. He sits, taking a long swig of the flask that was once his dads. This might as well happen. Right? All one elaborate ploy to fuck with him.

and it all goes wrong.

The boyfriend tosses a cigarette into summer dried May grass, the shed is engulfed in flames, jeff trapped inside. The flask He manages to break the door down, but hes badly burned. His scarring would be the worst on his back, but his vision is fucked from the smoke, his hair is singed in patches. By the time hes out, the kids have ran.

Lowkey, jeff pulls a carrie on prom. He has a shard of window glass from the shed door in his hand. But jeffs version of carrie is 'tall motherfucker stands on the stage and cuts a great big smile into his face." As they all watch, horrified, he points the shard at his so called friends. Its a blur from there, he wakes up in the hospital, the people who did this to him are dead and thats all he knows. No one will tell him, but he sees it. The look in their eyes, the hazy way he can hear cops outside the door. His mother and Liu are on a full 180.

Jeff killed someone. Possibly multiple. Its the only thing he thinks the entire time hes in the hospital. While his mother cries, dotes on her injured son, calls him her sweet boy, while liu spouts youre my only brother bullshit, he only sees that they all are lying to him. It took jeff actually killing people to get any form of love, respect, even a tear out of his mother.

He hears, the night before hes supposed to be discharged, his mother outside the door, something about escort, questioning.

Jeff breaks out of the hospital that night. Kills his mother, attacks liu on the hospital lawn and leaves him for dead before running off into the treeline.

Howd he get to the manor?

Jeff, a fresh 18 year old boy running through the woods, hitchhiking as far north as he could go, killing to survive in case anyone recognized him from the way his face was plastered all over the fucking news. Barely eating. Tired, bandaging himself up every night.

His final straw was having to kill an old woman who took him in for a week. Fed him, gave him clothes, made him think of his grandma. and then friday night, the news at 6. Time of death 6:27.

Slenderman in my head seeks out those at their most isolated, low, where their morals and psyche are thin enough to accept a contract at the manor. Jeff was on the verge of a full breakdown, ready to end it. Slender shows up, stays the blade at that last second, that final point where someone regrets it, the view from halfway down.

Blinding white light, jeff has a new tattoo on his shoulder - his first. A circle with an x on it. He wakes up in the manor - increasingly tired of waking up places hes not familiar with as he has been the past few months on the run.

Lets talk about slenders contracts i guess? In my head, theres different things and purposes for contracts/symbols/etc. A contract mark is more than a symbol. Like if someones close to death, i think taking a contract mark can heal them. But the more you have, the more you lose of yourself. Some at the manor only ever carry one. Others, like proxies, could end up taking so many their skin is covered and their minds are lost.

Jeff got what he will tell you is 'the basic package'.

Jeff wakes up, hes rejuvenated. His hunger is gone, his muscles dont ache, and the pain in his scars that had been like hellfire in his face now healed, infection gone, scarred over. Thats the power of the contract.

Present -

Jeffs 27, 6'5, hes a big buff motherfucker. Tattoos on his arms that the hoodies he wears covers. A kissmark tattoo he got on his right hip on a dare from Ben. Friends with Ben, Natalie, and jack - sometimes. Him and toby dont get along and he wont tell you why.

He works alone. Hes the master of the bait and switch. Trust him for even a split second, and he'll use that to yank you in. Kills with a large collection of knives. Long ass black hair, thick, almost always somewhat tangled. i think about him a lot. My man my man my man. Sorry if the spacing is weird too.