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'Knock Knock'
The little girl rolled over in her bed and brought the covers up over her head.
'Knock Knock'
The little girl groggily got out of her bed and went to her door.
"Mom...I dont wanna get up yet... Im tir-"
The girl stopped when she opened her door to see someone who was definitely not her mother.
"Hey There!"
A boy with long uneven brown hair, a pale face, wide eyes with seeming eye-liner, in black pants and a white hoodie stood in front of her looking down. The girl stared at the teen with wide eyes. His most distinctive features were a rather larger than normal smile and red paint on his white hoodie. Atleast, the little girl hoped it was red paint.
"H-h-hi..." The nervous girl stammered.
The teen chuckled what seemed to be maliciously.
"P-p-please d-dont h-h-hurt m-me..."
The teen laughed loudly.
"Hurt you?! HAHAHAHAHAHA I wouldnt even think about it if I was given permission. Slenderman has seemed to take a liking to you."
The girl's ears perked up at her new friend's name, "Slendyman?"
The smiling boy seemed to hold back a laugh, "Is that your name for him? Alright. Well I'm suppose to escort you to breakfast. IF you want to come along, " and he slightly gestured for her to walk into the hall.
The girl was not sure what to think so she walked out and forced a nervous smile, "My name is Sally... Whats yours?"
The teen smiled and began to walk down the hall, looking down at her with a smile that just wouldnt fade.
"Im Jeff the Killer kid."
Sally looked up at Jeff, not knowing what to think. He looked forward again, continued to walk but he pulled a butcher's knife out of his sweat-shirt pocket and began twirling it in the hand that was away from her. Sally once again grew slightly nervous. Something about this boy she could not explain. He seemed friendly and casual enough, but something about him haunted her mind. As if she would not be able to get his face out of her mind. She decided to avoid looking at him as he led her down the halls and stairs, continuing to twirl his knife.
"Here's the kid," He said when they got to the arch that led into the grand dining room. He left her standing there in awe and nervousness and took a seat at the long table.
All eyes -or lack of- stopped what they were doing and turned to face her silently. Sally stood at the foot of the table, playing with the hem of her night gown nervously. All the faces and people -or creatures perhaps-, all the different strange foods, feelings she got off them; it was all very new and overwhelming.
She heard a dog bark but saw no animal. It barked again and she looked to her left. In the left corner closest to her was a bear - or a rugged large dog- with black and red fur. Its mouth was dripping a combination of drool and blood from its sharp mini-shark teeth. The bear-dog sat on a torn up brown and black stained quilt. Two large dog bowls rested in front of the dog's make-shift bed. One was filled with water. The other was filled with what looked like a half eaten human hand.
The little girl was no longer so sure about this family, and she hadnt even fully looked at the rest of her new "family" yet.
The dog barked again.
"Shut the Fuck up Smily," an annoyed voice said. The dog instantly lied down.
Sally looked to who the voice came from to see a still grinning Jeff, the grin never seemed to go away.
She looked around the table at everyone, once again becoming nervous.
She attempted to welcome herself, "Ah-Im... S-Sally.." she stuttered out.
Around the table there were a few nods, some said hello, others continued to stare while most of them went back to their food, or whatever they were consuming.
A tall man walked into the doorway and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello everyone. I see you've met Sally. She is the newest member to our family and you will be sure to make her feel welcomed."
Everyone understood that Slenderman was not asking them to treat the small girl well, but he was ordering them. No one even thought about going against his wishes, some even got slight shivers when he put emphasis on the word 'welcome'. Everyone else knew to be civilized around Sally, but Sally did not notice a thing about the way Slenderman addressed them.
The girl smiled brightly up at the authoritative man.
"Mr. Slendyman~!" she said excitedly and hugged his legs.
Around the table multiple people bite the bottom lip, a few snickered but immediately covered it up by coughing and clanking their dishes together or tapping the table. One of them bit his lip as he chuckled lightly, as if not able to hold it back.
Slenderman patted the happy child's head.
Sally turned to look at the man who was chuckling while looking at them. She had at first thought it was Jeff then realized that the laugh was like no laugh she had ever heard.
A clown. A Gothic clown smiled at her while still snickering slightly.
"Is...is something...wrong," she questioned the tall gothic clown nervously.
"N-No. Nothing," the gothic clown snickered out then silenced himself grinning at the heart warming scene of Slenderman and Sally.
Slenderman walked down the side of the table, eyes were either staring at him, focusing intently on the section of table in front of them, or looking at the gothic clown. Slenderman walked past without seeming to do anything, then all of a sudden the clown had a look of wild fear in his eyes and stared off at nothing. Slenderman continued to walk to the head of the table and sat down elegantly in the royal chair he designed himself.
"If anyone seems to has a disagreement with Sally or about Sally, you will be sure to hold your tongue. Is that understood?"
Heads nodded all around the table. Sally stood still in the doorway watching them all. She slowly understood that Slenderman was in charge. She made sure to remember that although she originally never dreamed of angering him in the first place.
"Sally, what would you like to eat for breakfast," Slenderman asked her kindly.
The child cheered up once more and became less nervous, "Can i please have pancakes?"
"Yes, you may. I'm sure Eyeless jack," He gestured to a teen boy sitting near the center of the table with a blue mask on, "will be more than willing to make those for you."
The teen nodded and stood up, he pushed his chair in and then walked into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. There seemed to be this constant silence at the table, with added tension everywhere. Sally did not notice that it seemed as if everyone was holding themselves back from hurting everyone else.
Sally questioned with pure innocence, "can i go into the kitchen too?"
Slenderman nodded then placed his head on his folded hands and seemed to look at everyone. Sally took this as her cue to go into the kitchen. She made her way then went in and shut the door.
The kitchen was decently large and had lots of open space. The room was about twenty feet by eight feet. The floor was large, smooth, white tile. The walls were small white tile, still smooth but were a different type of tile from the floor. Counters lined the wall that faced the dining room, counters also lined the opposite wall across from her. To the right was another door. Cupboards lined the walls above the counters and cabinets were under every counter. A fridge and sink and dishwasher were against the opposite wall. The silver sink inside a counter, the fridge a two-door opening silver with a ice dispenser, the dishwasher door a silver. To her right against the wall she had just come through was a silver gas stove*where the teen Masky stood pouring a doughy mixture into a pan.
Sally stood right in front of the door.
"Hi Ily Jack!" (pronounced "eye-lee-Jack".)
Eyeless Jack turned his head to the enthusiastic child. Sally noticed where eyes would be in the man's mask were black eye sockets that seemed to bleed black.
"Hello Sally," he replied casually.
"Thank you for making me pancakes!"
The teen focused back on the pancakes and flipped the one he was making but he kept his head slightly inclined to the girl. Her friendliness and manners surprised him mildly.
"You're welcome. How many would you like," he said again in a very casual tone.
The girl thought for a moment and then beamed, "Ten!"
Eyeless Jack chuckled, "Ten? Are you sure?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll start you off with two. Then if you want more, I'll make you more. How's that sound," Eyeless jack said just as casual but he seemed to have a nicer edge to his tone.
"Thank you Ily Jack!"
Eyeless Jack chuckled silently to himself.
Sally walked around the kitchen, taking in everything. Next to Eyeless Jack on the counter was a knife block, multiple handles of multiple sizes stood out from the wooden holding case. There were at least 15 different knives in the knife block. Sally noticed That the bottom of the wood and the white counter underneath the knife block seemed to be stained with a tint of pink.
"Ily Jack, whats that," the girl questions as she pointed at the knife block.
Eyeless jack looked over as he placed one pancake on a plate.
"That's Jeff"s knife block."
Sally shook her head, "No... That," she said again but this time pointed specifically at the pink stain tinting the bottom of the wooden block and the white counter.
"OOOOOHHHHhhhhhhh... That." Eyeless Jack said as if he'd noticed the pink stains for the first time.
"That would be blood stains that Masky has repeatedly tried to clean off. Unfortunately bleach has not been able to get all the blood stain out, only make it turn into a light pink stain."
"Wh-Why would bl-blood be there."
The young child questioned confused.
"Jeff has this thing where he doesnt like to clean blood off... anything really."
Sally stared at the light blood stain. She was not scared, but the new fact definitely put her on edge. This she was not used to.
"C-Can I g-go in the d-dining room please?"
Eyeless Jack looked over at the girl as he flipped a pancake.
"Sure."
Sally walked into the dining room still a bit shaken up. She glanced at Jeff who continued to grin at her. She fully realized that the red blotches on his white jacket was actually blood and not red paint like she had formally hoped.
She looked around the table and noticed that only a few chairs were open.
"Um... Wh-where do i sit?"
"Laughing Jack would not mind if you sat next to him. You will be spending the day with him, I think you both should become acquainted with each other."
Sally nodded and looked around the table for Laughing Jack then she realized she had no idea who that was.
A chuckle, "Over here," said a voice and she saw the gothic clown from before who was sitting with his back to her near the end of the table raise his hand.
"Oh."
Sally walked over to the clown and climbed up into the chair next to him. The clown pushed her chair in for her while still remaining sitting.
Sally sat quietly with her hands folded in her lap. She did not quite know what to think of all these...people... or if they were her friends. The idea of spending her day with the gothic clown who seemed to laugh at her made her feel very small. He seemed to be one of the tallest being at the table besides Slenderman and another dark figure. His hair seemed to be an overpowering afro that made her nervous. In truth, everything about him made her very nervous. He seemed to have too much of a sense of humor, too much of an excitement, too much of a laughter, too much of everything.
"You going to talk to me? If not then im sure i can get you laughing."
Sally stared up nervously at the clown. He seemed genuinely happy...too happy once again.
"S-sorry..."
He laughed. A loud-one of a kind-laugh. The type of laugh you can never forget. "Don't apologize! If everyone apologized for not talking then everyone in this room would be groveling to each other. AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! IMAGINE THAT! HUH HOODIE?!"
The clown continued to laugh. Sally looked around the table and saw everyone go on edge right away except for Slenderman. Some of the creatures began to tap or mildly claw at the table. Others gave some of the most terrifying death glares Sally had ever seen. Some left the room.
"Yes, that would be quite amusing. Wouldn't that be entertaining Masky, Hmmmm?"
Sally looked a few chairs down on the other side of the table. Sitting near the middle was two teens. One of them wore a white mask with black lips and eyes, the other wore a grey mask with red eyes. They wore orange and a tanish hoodies.
The grey mask reached his hand under the table and seemed to get the white masked boy's attention, but Sally could not see what he did under the table.
"Wouldnt. It," the grey masked boy said in a dominating voice.
The boy with the white mask stuttered in a soft quiet voice, almost a squeeky voice as if nervous, "Oh, y-yes. Th-that would b-be funny..."
"Thank you for responding Masky," replied who Sally had assumed was Hoodie.
Laughing Jack watched and chuckled as it all played out. He seemed not to notice everyone put on edge.
"Uh... Ily Jack is making me pancakes now..." Said the little girl, unsure of what to say.
The clown looked down at her amused, "Oh? Is that so."
The shy girl nodded.
"Well. Im certain he will make wonderful pancakes for you Sally. Pancakes you will sure enjoy!" Then proceeded to chuckle once again.
Sally was just about to say something that would have gotten her into a bad situation when Eyeless jack came out carrying a plate with two pancakes on it. He set the plate down in front of Sally.
"There ya go," he said and sat down.
Sally stared down at her pancakes.
"'Uh... I... Um..."
"Is there a problem with the pancakes Sally?"
Sally had completely forgotten her Mr. Slendyman was sitting at the end of the table. She looked up at the sound of his sweet questioning voice.
She did not notice everyone stopped moving and hold their breath. She did not notice Eyeless jack shiver and how he tensed up as stiff as a bored. She did not notice that Slenderman's tone of voice was too sweet.
"I...I don't have fork Mr. Slendyman. How am i suppose to eat them without a fork? Im not an animal," she said the last part chuckling lightly.
Laughing Jack gave a whooping laugh, "Yeah! She's not an animal 'Ily Jack'! HAHAHA!"
"Correct you are Sally. You are not an animal. You are a delicate young mannered lady and you need a fork to eat. Eyeless Jack must have made a mistake. He will get you a fork, wont. you. Eyeless Jack."
Everyone watched as Eyeless Jack jumped up out of his chair, tripping over it, running into the kitchen, coming out in a rush, and gently placing a fork and a napkin next to Sally's plate.
"Here you go Sally," Eyeless Jack quickly said.
Sally, excited, began to dig into her pancakes.
"So what are we going to do today Lafin Jack," Sally asked between bites.
"Fist," he said with a chuckle, "I'm going to teach you how to say my name without making it sound like a joke."
Sally blushed too much, "S-sorry..." she mumbled out.
Laughing Jack chuckled and let her continue to eat.
*a gas stove means it cooks by fire, an electric stove would be electric coil things that heat up