Wow, I finally updated this thing! ^^" Sorry about the wait, guys! I've been a little preoccupied with my JtHM fanfic, 'Lights Out'. If you're a fan of JV, you should go check it out!

Anyway, I hope you lot enjoy this, because I sure had fun writing it!


If there was one thing Sandra had not prepared for when she was leaving her room to get some afternoon tea, it was tripping over some misplaced knick-knack and landing flat on her stomach.

Sandra groaned from her spot, and slowly lifted herself up. Falling over hurt. A lot. Her mother usually called her a petal; fair, and easily broken. Well, that was more or less true; her tolerance for pain was that of the extremely small type.

She slid onto her knees and used the support from the nearby coffee table to pull herself up. She shook her head and fixed up her hair, clearing some of the dizziness and making her look mildly acceptable.

'Who left that thing lying around anyway?' she mentally wondered. 'I thought I was the resident messy person.'

She turned on her heel to take a look at what exactly had made her trip, and saw... nothing.

Huh?

She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. Still nothing. She couldn't have tripped over her own feet, could she? She thought she was doing rather well concerning her posture. Maybe the object or whatever it was that she had tripped over was knocked off somewhere from the force of the impact?

Sandra didn't waste time in wondering about such things now. It wasn't good for her getting all worked up over something as simple as tripping over.

She strode upstairs to the upper floor and made her way over to the kitchen. She opened up the pantry and looked around for something to eat. Milo, fruit, chocolate, marshmallows... they really needed to stock up on more healthy foods that didn't need constant cooling.

A chilling feeling started to steadily creep up Sandra's spine. She felt a little startled, and turned around to see the room. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The furniture was still in its places, birds were chirping outside, all that stuff... maybe it was just a bird watching her that was giving her the chills. Sandra smirked at the thought.

The decided to go with having a cup of Milo and brought the tasty substance out. She put it on the kitchen bench and was about to turn to get a cup and some milk, when a flash of red caught her eye. She looked back onto the bench and saw something that made her stare incredulously.

There, on the bench, was the teeniest, smallest tie Sandra had ever seen in her life. She reached over and picked it up. She brought it right up to her face, and examined it. Was it her mother's, or something? Did it come with a gift one of the men at work usually gave her?

Sandra turned back to the bench to place the tie back where she found it, but instead was met with a nasty surprise. Something was shoved right into her face, and she stumbled backwards in shock. When she quickly regained her composure, she got a proper look at what had been the cause of her losing-of-balance.

It was... a piece of paper? It seemed to be floating in mid air. But that wasn't Sandra's main concern. It was what had been written on the piece of paper that was drawing her attention. The writing was all in capitals, and was scribbled terribly. It seemed as though whoever wrote it either had a really shaky hand, or was in a hurry.

It read;

'GIVE IT BACK.'

Sandra stared at the piece of paper for a few more seconds. 'Give it back'. That was an awfully simple sentence. What exactly did it mean?

Sandra looked at the tiny red tie in her hand. Was this what the piece of floating paper meant? She stepped closer to the thing, and noticed something. On the edges of the paper seemed to be the tips of little black... things. She didn't really know what they were. She peeked around the piece of paper, and saw a sight that definitely rated on the top of her list of 'weird things I have seen today'.

It looked like a two inch tall man. He was wearing a suit, had chalk white skin, and had unnaturally long arms. They almost reached where his knees where. What was his most defining feature, however, was the fact that he had no... face. At all. Like those mannequins in shopping centres. He had four tentacles protruding from his back, all of which were holding up the piece of paper.

Then, quite suddenly, the tiny faceless man whipped his head to look directly at Sandra. The sudden motion made her emit a tiny squeak. Even though he had no face, she could easily tell that he was peeved about something.

She then noticed something off about his suit. It seemed a little... bare. She then noticed by looking at his chest, that where a tie should have been, there was nothing. She glanced at the tiny tie she was holding in her hand.

She slowly began to grin sheepishly and pointed at the tie. The faceless man nodded shortly.

Sandra slowly and tentatively stepped toward the counter, where the tiny man was standing. She reached out, and suddenly had the tie snatched from her hand by a new tentacle. The other tentacles that were holding the piece of paper dropped the said paper and all worked neatly in fixing the tie around the man's neck.

Sandra looked back to where the sheet of paper used to be, and realised it was gone. Vanished. Poof!

Stranger, and stranger...

Then, a thought occurred to Sandra, and she felt herself blush immensely. She looked back to the tiny man, who seemed to be neatening up his tie, and cleared her throat. The tiny man looked up to Sandra, somewhat sceptically.

"Um..." said Sandra, feeling extremely awkward. "...Were you the one I tripped over while walking out of my room?"

The little man gave a curt nod again. He was obviously still annoyed about it.

"Oh. Well, uh, sorry about that..." she said, looking down at her feet.

Nope. She had not been expecting this at all.


This... is gonna be interesting. XD

I don't think Slendy belongs to me... he belongs to whoever had the messed up mind of creating him, I guess!

Sandra belongs to me, though! XD