Why will nobody drink tea with slenderman?
:c
Still a major WIP right now, but the back-story behind this is:
Slenderman was my first Creepypasta. When I first heard about him it was picture and my friend told me he was "A tall white person who took people away or scared them a lot." When I got home, I went right out into our forest and started calling his name. My brother who had already heard of him shook me and asked me what I was doing. He used to be pretty freaked out by slenderman. I looked at him with "huge innocent eyes" and told him that slenderman was lonely and needed people to have a tea party with him.
For like a month, I had this firm belief that Slenderman wanted to have a tea party, but everyone always ran away. This is why Creepypasta does not scare me.
Also, the the timer is all-knowing.
Edit:
Jeff the killer and ketchup.