Epilogue

                                    

                                          
"Would you- Jeff, I swear, if you don't stop wiggling, I'll end up painting your forehead!"
"Sorry babe, it's hard to stay still when you're standing so close." Jeff teases, moving his head to the side almost playfully.
The two of you are in your shared bedroom, with Jeff seated in front of a mirror and you standing behind him.
"Anyway, I don't see why you need that fancy brush. Back in the day, I used to do it with my hands- hey!"
You move your hand, 'accidentally' painting a black stripe along the man's pale cheek.
"You did it on purpose!" he whines, but there's no venom behind his words.
"That I did." You grab a nearby towel and quickly wipe the dye off his skin before it stains. "But please, stay still. This is not the first time I'm doing your roots; it shouldn't be this hard."
"Wanna know what's hard-" You smack him with the brush, this time painting the tip of his nose. "Oi!"
It's been a year since you officially moved into Slenderman's mansion; a year since you officially became his proxy.
You clean off Jeff's nose and give it a quick kiss before returning to your task.
It's also been a year since you started dating Jeff the Killer.
"The faster we're done here, the faster we can join the others," you say, and Jeff hums in agreement, relaxing in his seat. "Today is horror movie night, right?"
"Don't act like you haven't begged us to watch all the Saw movies for weeks, Yenne." You choose to ignore his smug expression, focusing instead on painting his roots. You dip the paintbrush in the black dye before applying it to another section of Jeff's hair.
"I am very normal about this, I have no idea what you're talking about." When you first found out that Jeff's hair was not naturally black, it felt as if your whole life was a lie.
Jeff the Killer is a brunette? 
Unbelievable.
"Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say," the man declares, letting a comfortable silence fall between you two. You sheepishly smile, moving the brush through the brown sections of Jeff's hair.
For the past year, your life has been surprisingly normal. Well, as normal as living in a mansion full of serial killers and monsters could get.
Becoming a proxy was quite an easy task, especially considering your previous career. You basically stalked and killed your victims in your other life too, why would this be any different?
It wasn't.
Brian, Tim, and Toby welcomed you into their team with open arms - although calling it a 'team' always felt a bit odd, in hindsight. The four of you had become more like a family.
It took some time, but Slenderman finally realized that he wasn't gathering proxies, but in fact, adopting children to call his own. He came to this conclusion when the five of you were huddled together in a tight hug, the creature realizing that a typical 'boss' wouldn't do such things with his underlings.
Masky and Hoody became an official™ couple, finally ending the betting pool. Surprisingly, despite not even being there when it happened, Toby won by a wide margin, his bet suspiciously accurate.
To quote, 'Tim realizes that Brian isn't straight and confesses; bonus points if they immediately start making out'.
Blush on Masky's face was enough of an answer for everyone to know that Toby won.