Slenderman walked into the room.

"What are they doing here?" I asked in front of Zero. Her eyes continued to try to burn holes in my head. Slenderman coughed twice.

"They um…they're taking a vacation here. After all, Helen, the Puppeteer is also one of us."

"What am I then?" Zero shouted, purposely making her existence known. I groaned quietly in the back of my head and Dina rolled her eyes. I saw Pup reach out and calm her with soft, soothing words.

Pain.

Blood.

Tears.

Something soared up my throat and I covered my mouth.

"Are you that disrespectful? I haven't even said anything to you about dating my husband. Two boys together? Gross! And here you are, pretending like you're going to throw up. Can't you be a little bit more fake?" Zero demanded.

A metallic taste.

Red.

I dropped my hand and clenched my fist. The liquid kept bouncing back into my mouth.

"Say something, Helen," Pup said. I glared at him. Dina saw this and quickly cut in between the three of us. I felt Pero tug at the leg of my pants and turned down to him.

"Are you sick?" he asked quietly.

I nodded.

"Is Zero giving you a hard time?"

I nodded again.

"…can't you two just leave him alone? You've already done everything you need to to get him out of your lives! Are you stupid or ill?" Dina shouted.

I heard someone slam something into the ground and Slendy yell in protest.

The hammer!

I turned around and saw Dina fly across the room. I shut my eyes, waiting for the dull crack to be heard.

"Ahh!"

My eyes flew open and I saw a muffled Ben under Dina. Glitching hands waved frantically, and Dina's unconscious body lay on top of Ben.

I ran over, the sick feeling once again rising, and lifted Dina up. Jeff grabbed Ben.

Ben's famous wake-up temper is going to run again.

"Are you serious? Have you ever woken up being hit in the face, full speed? Would you like to try? Hello? I woke up at 7:00 a.m. What the heck? Who wakes up at 7:00? And then here you people are, bickering like rabbits. You're even more annoying that Zero in my game! Just shut up and let me have some rest!"

"Hey Ben," Pero called. Ben's eyes widened. More blood pooled down his face.

"Pero? Want to finish Legend of Zelda's Majora's Mask?" Ben asked.

"Sure!" the two of them sat down in front of the TV and started furiously tapping on the controllers.

Zero's face turned purple.

"Pup, let's go," she demanded. "Pero!"

"I'm staying here with Mother," Pero answered back, killing orcs on the screen. Zero's eyes started to burn with fire. The vile feeling came over my throat again. This time, Pup came over to consult me.

"It's very disrespectful and uncourteous, whether or not you're my friend, Helen, to be covering your mouth like the speaker is disgusting each time he or she opens their mouth and says—"

I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Courtesy?

I haven't run into the bathroom yet because of courtesy!

Respect?

Have I not respected and tolerated them this entire time they were in here?

I spat out a mouthful of blood all over Pup and crumpled to the ground.

Dina rose up and looked at me worriedly. Zero screamed like I was a freak, and Pero ran over, tugging on my sleeve, asking, "What happened? Are you okay, Mother?"

Ben dropped his controlled and fainted, and then was quickly carried away by Jeff upstairs.

"Helen?" Pup whispered. He shook my shoulders and then tried to pull me up.

I slapped his hand away.

"Leave."

Fire burned inside my eyes.

Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

Helen. Helen. Helen.

The hell with Helen.

I'd thought he knew this entire time, only that he neglected it. The fact that he didn't even bother to know what had happened to me these past years only drew another gash across my heart. The heart that had only just mended.

Even Pero knew, and Pero was that bi***'s son!

I grabbed the knife that was placed before me (We're creepypastas. Knives exist everywhere in the mansion) and screamed.

"Pup, let's go! Pero!" Zero commanded once again.

"Pero," Pup called, but Pero was too busy shouting.

"Mother! No, no, please…Mother!"

"Helen?"

"Helen!"

Dina charged towards me, trying to stop me, but she was too late.

I plunged the knife deep inside my heart.