Slendy works at Burger King.
(Warning: suggestive themes.... because of Jeff...)
"I hate my brother." A gruff voice mumbled. A tall man with no face stood in front of the Burger King window drive-thru thing. He wore a plastic crown on his head and a small headset. He sighed as cars began to pull up.
"Hello, sir, can I take your order?" he asked politely. The speaker cracked to life.
"HI, CAN I HAVE A WHOPPER?!" A voice yelled out making the Slenderman wince and close his eyes. "A WHOPPER PLEASE!"
"This is isnŽt the goverment... NOW DRIVE AROUND!" Slenderman yelled back as the man in the car drove off. The next car seemed familiar but he couldnŽt really remember.
"Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?" he asked again. This time a small voice rang out.
"A large milkshake... and a burger... with the pickles..." The voice sounded strangely familiar.
"Um excuse me maŽam? What was that?" Slenderman asked.
"A large milkshake... and the pickles... and the pickles... and the pickles!" The voice ordered softly. Slenderman raised a flap of skin which was somewhat his eyebrow and sighed.
"Apparently, you want some pickles... Excuse me, are you trying to molest me via dirve thru?! "Slenderman asked angrily. There was a period of silence.
"Chicken tenders.... sweet sauce... all over my body..." the voice finally said. Slenderman panicked and looked out the window to see Jeff the Killer laughing with Ben next to him. Slenderman growled and threw his hands up in the air.
"I hate this job!"