"Ticky?" I heard a small voice mumble from behind the door. I was rather sleep-deprived and brushed off the thought that the voice sounded like a five-year old's.
"Uh... yeah?" I asked, yawning. I heard two other voices that sounded a lot like Masky and Hoodie which were then cut off by the first voice.
"Can we come in?" It asked. It sounded very similar to Toby's voice.
"Um... yeah, sure." I sighed, covering my eyes with my hands to shield them from the blinding light of the brightly illuminated hallway. The door closed and the sound of three pairs of strangely small feet gently padding along the floor followed.
"Nyeuh! Megh!" I heard struggling from the Toby sounding voice. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and turned around to spot a very small and childlike Toby struggling to climb the ladders at the bottom of mine and Toby's bed to get to the top. Two questions came to mind.
What is that thing trying to climb up to Toby's bed?
Holy mother of Megatron, is that ladder missing a screw?
I was too busy staring t the ladder of mine and Toby's bunk bed to notice the extra bit of weight added to my bed behind me.
"Miss Ackerman?" A voice behind me asked. I swiveled around to see the younger form of Timothy Sutton sat behind me.
"Jesus Christ!" I yelled, jumping back slightly. Someone was alerted by my yell because I soon heard a sound of Stilletos clicking along the floor and towards my shared room with Toby, Masky, and Hoodie. Jane burst in with a concerned look on her face.
"What's wrong?!" She seemed slightly worried. Shuffling into the room, I saw her holding three very familiar entities.
"Nothing. Tim just made me jump. Scared me slightly." I replied with a blank expression.
"Don't call me Tim" I'm Masky!" Masky said, tugging on the giant oversized shirt that I borrowed from Laughing Jack from Laughing Jill.
"If you're Masky, then where's your mask?" I asked, humming at the end. He just stayed quiet and blushed slightly. "That's what I thought. So, uh, Jane. Hw many of these guys are there?"
"Well, in the mansion right now, there's seven. They're all in this room. But, according to Slendy, there are eight in total." Jane replied, using the nickname that Operator hated. Masky told me to call him that or he'd break my Tomahawks. Now, there was no way in Hell I was having my Tomahawks broken by him so I just agreed to call him Operator. Anyways, let's continue. I was confused. Jane said that there were seven little children in the room. However, I could only see six: Jeff, EJ, BEN, Masky, Hoodie and Toby. The constant giggling near Jane's ankles kind of gave it away, though. As for there was the seventh child, dressed in monochrome clothing with a long cone node and was constantly giggling. I 'oh'ed and Jane laughed at my expression.
"Anyway, Tick Tock, you have an assigned group to look after like me. We have to look after them until Slender finds a cure or the ageing effect wears off. So, your group consists of Masky, Hoodie, and Toby." Jane explained, placing BEN on my pillow so that she didn't have to hold him anymore. Jeff looked very confused, scared and as if Jane was the only thing keeping him alive. She was the only human looking person he had left since his family is dead and I moved away when we were only three years old. Poor Jeff.
"Ok, but can we do this in the morning? I'm kind of sleep-deprived so I NEED SLEEP!" I exclaimed, tracing my fingers along the water lines of my eyes. Hey, everyone needs sleep. Even the most humanely weird things like us serial killers.
"Fine. I'll take these little guys an-" Jane was cut off by Operator teleporting in front of her. "hey! I was going to walk through there!"
"All Creepypasta Children Must Stay Together At All Times." Operator 'said'. Jane groaned and looked over at me. I felt shocked and I'm pretty sure I looked it, too. The boys in my group groaned, Hoodie and Masky staring at me.
"Don't stare at me, you two. I didn't just 'say' that!" I glared back at them, but I'm pretty sure half of Masky's groan was because it just hit him that he was in the same group as his living nightmare, Toby. Toby kind of smiled at the two and began to pull at my hair. I didn't mind him pulling my hair. It was if he scratched me. Now, that's when I got violent. It's a good thing that Toby knows not to, though so I won't go ballistic.
