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"Tyler? Julie?" Jessica called out her children's names as she walked into her house. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence, and Jessica feared the worst. Then a little voice called out
"Mom?" Jessica sighed in relief as her six-year-old twins came downstairs to greet her. After giving them a hug, she looked around.
"Where's the babysitter?"
"Mr. Widemouth made her leave early." Tyler answered. "He said that she would get in the way of our fun, so he made her leave." All the color drained from Jessica's face. She was tempted to ask by what exact means he 'made her leave' but thought better of it.
Outside the killers waited, making sure to stay out of sight.
"So…how long are we waiting?" Jeff asked, feeling the tip of his knife with his finger.
"Until she puts the kids to bed." Clockwork said. "Which, luckily for us, shouldn't be too long-they are only six, after all. And it's eight-o-clock." Jeff snorted.
"When I was six, my parents let me stay up til eight-thirty. But I was always up until almost midnight reading comics. This one time I tried to stay up past one so I could watch this movie they wouldn't let me see. Didn't work, though. I conked out exactly at nine." He laughed a little, then looked sadly at the ground. "I can't believe I still remember that-it's been so long." Masky looked at him sadly.
"Jeff…" He started to reach out to touch the other boy's shoulder, but Jeff just brushed it off.
"Forget it. Forget I said anything." But Jeff's words troubled him. Masky didn't remember his own parents. When Slender Man had made him his proxy, he had erased all of his memories. His old home, his family, everything but his name. He was giving him a fresh start, he said. He had done the same thing to Hoody, and Toby. None of them remembered their old lives before becoming proxies. Not like Jeff, Clockwork and the others. Looking at the others and what their lives had been like-how their own parents had tried to kill them under Zalgo's control, Masky couldn't help but wonder how bad a thing that was. Still though, he couldn't help but feel kind of sad sometimes, wondering what his mom and dad were like. Did he have siblings? Were they still alive somewhere, wondering what had become of their boy?
Masky tossed these thoughts aside as the door opened and Jessica poked her head out.
"Okay, the kids are in bed. Glad to see you could make it, Slendy." Masky whipped his head around. He didn't even sense Slender Man's presence.
You are certain of this? The faceless creature asked.
"Positive." Jessica said. "I gave my kids warm milk. Always knocks them right out." She waved the group inside, looking around to make sure that nobody saw them. Once they were all inside, Jessica grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter, preparing herself for a fight. Clockwork raised an eyebrow at her.
"You sure you're up for this? No offense, but aren't you a little…out of practice?" Jessica just smirked at her.
"Don't underestimate me, little girl. I take kick boxing and tae kwan do. Just because I haven't killed in a while doesn't mean I can't take care of myself."
I know you're here. Slender man had to crouch while he was in the house, but that didn't make him look any less intimidating. Come out, NOW.
A giggle came from the shadows.
Just as serious and scary as ever, I see. Something suddenly came flying out of the shadows, and Jeff had to duck to avoid the vase that went straight at his head.
"Ooh, you can throw things." Jeff said sarcastically. "So scary."
Wait. Slender Man said, suddenly feeling something different in the air. Something's different about him.
Oh, yes indeed! Mr. Widemouth came waddling out of the shadows, and Jessica had to elbow Jeff to keep him from bursting out laughing. You see Slender Man, I've gotten much more powerful since our last encounter. And I've changed my tactic. It's not just about tricking kids into killing themselves anymore. I've found that when I'm around them, I can slowly eat away at their life force. They don't notice at first, of course, but by the time they're weak enough, it's too late. They're too far under my power to fight back. They have no choice but to follow my commands-right into an early grave!
"You're not going to do that to my children, you bastard!" Jessica said fiercely. She started to charge towards the little monster, but suddenly, his eyes flashed white, and Jessica fell to her knees, clutching her head.
"What did you do to her?!" Jeff asked.
Remember those new powers I started to tell you about? Mr. Widemouth asked with evil glee. Well, I think it's just fair you get of what I was talking about. His eyes flashed white, and before the rest of the group could look away, they found themselves affected by the gremlin's power. The last thing Jeff heard was Mr. Widemouth's voice saying
Let me give you all a taste of your own personal hell!
A/N: And...another short chapter. *Scowls* Sorry about that, guys.
BTW, I have an announcement to make-this story is actually going on hiatus. See, I've decided to write a Five Nights at Freddy's fanfic with Ian and my version of Mike. Don't worry though, that doesn't mean I'm gonna cancel Rewritten Pastas-I fully intend to see this story through to the end. Just be patient with me-and if you like, you can check out my FNAF fic (which I'm gonna title 'Poor Little Souls') in the meantime, when I post it. Thanks for putting up with me guys, I mean it.