I woke up from my night's rest as I normally did, on the floor off my bed. I had a habit of falling out of bed. Stitchy said when I was younger and he had to wake me up just to get me out of bed, I would always be on the floor unless I was hugging a pillow. I never completely cared for the habit. It was something I couldn't stop since it happened in my sleep.

I looked in my mirror, seeing as Snow and I were granted separate rooms, and blinked at the site of my hair. It was normally a large mess that took me more than an hour to untangle, but it was perfectly straight just the way I liked it. I just shrugged it off and put on my usual makeup, a light, basically pale, concealer, white blush and pure black lipstick. I placed my black eye mask on my face before walking out of my room.

I could tell I was the first awake, another habit of mine as I aged, when I heard Snow and Poet's soft snores from her room. I sighed and thought about what Snow said. I slowly shook it off. I had no time for love, and no purpose for it either.

I walked into the kitchen to find Stitchy asleep on the floor again. He's been doing that increasingly lately. I blame him since his room is right next to Snow's. I stepped over him and began to make the traditional breakfast I made, pancakes.

When I had made enough of the fluffy food, I left our home. Gray clouds covered the sun. It was perfect. I walked through the dying forest. It was peacefully quiet, yet it was early morning so most of the other creepypastas were most likely asleep.

After a bit of walking, I found my serenity place. It was a large field, grass tall and green. The clouds provided a perfect shade so my ivory skin could stay the way it was. I sat in my usual spot, the small section that had flattened grass instead of the waving ones around me. There I would sit, in silence. It could go on for hours. Once I had fallen asleep out here and Stitchy had to come and take me home.

I heard the grass rustle. Normally it would be a squirrel or a small rabbit, but this was much bigger than a rabbit. I launched myself off the ground and turned to see it was the one I named Masky. I glared at him, holding in a sigh when I realized I left my knife at the house. "Hey," he said, "Calm down. I'm going to try and kill you this time."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I don't believe you," I answered which he sighed to, "Do you ever?"

He held out his hand, "I'm Masky."

I glanced down at his hand before looking into the dark abysses he calls eyes. "I won't bite," he chuckled.

I glared at him. Slowly I shook his hand, "Ib Kododuna."

He held my hand as he sat down next to my spot, pulling me down with him. "What are you doing?" I asked, holding my glare.

"Sitting with you," he said, "Is that wrong?"

I sighed and pulled my hand away from him, "I guess not. Just stay quiet."

He nodded and stared at the distance. I followed his example and did the same. It was a while before either of us spoke again. He broke it, "Hey Ib?"

"What?"

"Do you work for Stitchy?"

I flinched and glared at him, "Yeah so?"

"Well," he paused, "I work for Slender."

I flinched again, my eyes widening slightly. No wonder I had no idea who he was. "Then why aren't you trying to kill me?" I asked.

He looked at me and lifted his mask. It showed his pale skin, most likely from hiding under his mask, and a smile that seemed to make a bump in my chest. A bump? In my chest? What? Ib, calm down, you're making no sense.

He then said, "Why would I kill a friend?" before putting his mask back over his lips.

"Friend?" I asked myself.

Before I was Stitchy's proxy, I had no friends. That was what gave me my name. Kododuna is Japanese for alone. Stitchy named me my current name. My old name was one I could not live with anymore. Not after what I had done.

Masky and I continued to watch the world around us, the sun rising over us and then setting in front of us. The moon was beginning to rise when I stood. Masky looked up at me. "I must get going," I said.

He nodded and stood as well. I turned to leave when he held my hand again. I looked at him as my chest experienced another bump. "I must ask Snow about this later," I thought.

"May I see you here tomorrow?" he asked.

The offer made joy shudder through me. I wanted to smile, for once. And I did. It was a small smile though, nothing too major. However, he suddenly straightened up, acting slightly flustered. "Sure," I answered before running off into the forest.

The smile went away as soon as I left the field. "Why was I so happy to here him ask that?" I asked myself aloud, "And what is the issue with the bump in my chest?"

I soon arrived at Stitchy's home. Walking in, Snow and Poet were cuddling on the couch, sharing a small kiss. It made me flinch. "Hey Snow?" I asked walking over to her.

"Yeah?" she moved her silver eyes from Poet's blue ones to my red.

I rubbed the back of my neck, "May I speak to you in private?"

She sighed and nodded. We departed the living room and into her chambers. "What's up?" she questioned.

Only now did I realize my meeting with Masky would have to be a secret. "I was in the field again and I-I met this boy-" I mentally kicked myself for stuttering but before I could, she put her hands on my shoulders. A giant smile broke out on her face.

"A boy!" she exclaimed before hugging my face to her largely protruding chest. "I knew this day was going to come! The day you fell in love! Then you'll get married and have kids!"

My eyes widened. Love? Marriage? Kids?! I wasn't ready for that, nor did I believe I was in love. After awkwardly pulling myself out of her breasts, I said, "I am not in love with him!"

Her face suddenly fell, like the last shovel of dirt on a grave. "Well," she recollected herself, "You will!" She shined a bright smile that almost doth me blind.

I sighed; figuring out she wouldn't help me that much. She did continue to pressure me with questions similar to "What's his name?" and "What does he look like?" I had to lie for most but then came her most troubling question. "What does he like?"

How was I supposed to answer that! I had only just met him anyways, how would I know? I gulped and thought up a lie, "He… likes knives?"

Oh Zalgo, I'm an idiot. She looked at me skeptically. Did she not believe me? Please let her believe me. "That seems more like a question, Ib," she said, "Do you not know?"

"I just met him today, Snow. It's illogical for me to know this much about him."

"Still!" she exclaimed, pulling me into her breasts again, "You should know enough about your future lover."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. I never saw it ending up like that, not in a million years. The man works for Slender for Poet's sake! "I-I need to go," I said while getting out of her "booby" trap.

I ran out of the room and house before she could even say okay. I needed to get my mind off the situation. I snuck into my room and grabbed my knife before sneaking out again. I needed to kill someone, quick.