Chapter 7

by Undecisivepsycho

Jeff's POV

It was getting rather close to lunch and I was hungry, as evidenced by the protests of my stomach. We had been hanging out for a while in Zhi's room, She had tried on her Cp outfit and at the suggestion of Slender and I, posed a bit with her weapon for pictures to include with her story. Zhi had decided on changing her make up, so she left Slendy with the responsibility of that since she had no idea how to actually use any of the various products she had, though most of it was random and she didn't have everything she needed for a 'full look' as she called it. Thanks to Slendy's expertise at many fields including disguise, she turned out looking pretty bad ass and with a little editing her photos would fit the CreepyPasta site perfectly.

Once her set up was finally finished Zhi changed back into her normal clothes and led the way to the kitchen where she would proceed to make mac 'n' cheese for everybody.

"So, how'd you learn to make this?" I asked in between bites.

"Well, the box has all the instructions on the side, the butter wrapper measures the stick for you, I know how to boil a pot of water, stir said water, and use a set of measuring cups." Zhi answered sarcastically.

"I see," I ground out through my teeth. "Have you always lived in this area?"

"No, I moved here last year actually"

"Why haven't we seen you around then? Do you not leave the house at all or something?" BEN piped up.

"BEN that's rude, what have I told you about this." Slender reprimanded.

"No, it's fine. He's actually hit the mark dead on. I don't go outside much unless I'm going to the store with my parents. I'm pretty antisocial so I don't have any friends and I have no outstanding skills or achievments so I haven't been able to find a job."

"I suppose that's why you don't seem bothered by leaving your home behind, Zhi?" Slender inquired, tilting his head to give some semblance of a puzzled expression.

"Yeah, it's easier to leave two people than ten or twenty I guess."

Everyone sort of went silent after that. Engaging in their own activities while they ate. Masky was doodling as usual, BEN had a handheld game to keep him occupied, Hoodie wasn't very good with conversation anyway, and EJ... well no one really knew if he could talk anyway.

After everyone was done and the dishes were taken care of BEN and I relocated to the living room to go head to head in video games, the other guys went off either alone or in pairs to do whatever they do, and Zhi went up to her room to do something.

Zhi's POV

After eating we all went our separate ways, I had decided to go back to my room to re-read my favorite webcomic known as 'Megatokyo'. Megatokyo was pretty much finished by this point in time and had been for a few years before I discovered its existence, but it was fun to experience the story again after waiting until I could no longer remember the exact details beyond the basic plot. It made my reading slower, but I like to draw while reading even if its just practicing the style for fan art. I wasn't great at drawing, but I suppose I was good enough for people who didn't draw at all to think I was good. That's something right?

My simple multitasking went uninterrupted for a few hours until I was tapped out of creativity for the time being and my eyes were a bit strained from reading off my computer for so long. I had gone to my email to check a few things, the first few were just regular spam, but the last one was strange. The email had a few files that would need to be downloaded and it had a line of text simply telling me to check outside my bedroom door.

Wary of whatever the files may be I decided to go to my door before doing anything else. In front of my door in the hallway I found a small stack of papers on top of a thicker stack of painting canvases. I picked them up and shut my door, just in case someone passed by and got too curious. Several of the papers were filled with sketches of random objects that I guess could be found around the mansion, but the others were where it got weird. They were of me in various mediums, positions I had been in through the last couple days here, and ranged from full body to bust to just the head and even from the neck down. I'm not sure which was weirder, the fact that these not only include me in the hallways or open rooms and even alone in my room or the fact that instead of a signature with letters there was a small drawing of a plain mask.

"This is from Masky isn't it? How'd he manage all this in such a short time?" I asked myself. As far as I knew he hadn't been in my room at all. I had only ever seen him when we were all eating over the past few days. I went over to my desk and set the papers beside my computer before opening the files. Instead of downloading themselves to my computer they immediately took me to a website with no address and nothing on the screen. I refreshed the pages a few times until I realized there were a few new download notifications on the bottom. Once the files downloaded they opened on their own with no 'run program' prompt or any clicking necessary. It was a PowerPoint.

"This is some serious programming..." I gasped as some of my favorite songs began to play and pictures of the most breath taking, mind stopping things I've seen moved along the screen. They had all been recreated in a digital art program, and some of them happened to be things that I've been the only one to ever see. I sat there in shock, even after the screen went black for a moment before showing my desktop once more.

It took me a bit to come back to my senses, but when I did I began flipping through the tangible art on my desk, wondering why someone I had never even spoken to took the time and effort to do all this.

Masky's POV (sorry if I don't portray him properly)

I had gotten the reaction I had hoped for from Zhi at first, though I had anticipated she would also be very confused about it all. I had gotten help from a friend to obtain most of the reference images I used for the art. I know Jeff is the one responsible for her being here, but so far I was the one with the most in common with her. Plus as far as I could tell I had done nothing to make her feel any animosity toward me, and this gift could only work in my favor. I wasn't much older than her either. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get all of the reference images I needed, which is where all the hidden passageways and spaces between walls and ceilings come in handy. I had access to all the rooms except for Slender and Rake's. I had watched her from various heat ducts and small holes in the walls or simply while we were eating. I'm sure slender knew what I've been doing and the access I have around here, which is probably why he and Rake had the only solid, inaccessible rooms. I'll admit I sound like a stalker, but drawing the real thing is much better than recreating a picture, and this time was a little different. I'm not sure whether or not I should go down and knock on her door, as I try to decide I lay there in the ceiling drawing, oddly enough the same thing she's doing.

Author's Notes

This would have been longer if I left in my 14-16 year old me's awful dialog choices littered through this, plus it's good to have a more action and thought heavy chapter some times. Lucky for you guys Blood On The Dance Floor recently put out their newest song Ringleader! How is that relevant to this you ask? Well as I've said, I have 20-some chapters written in pencil of this fanfiction, but no where in those chapters does it end. When I was writing this I had no idea Laughing Jack was a thing and I'm not even sure his story was written then, as such there's no mention of him in the already written pages. Ringleader however gave me a brilliant idea that I could add on to the story and effectively bring our beloved LJ into the story, though he wont be found murdering willy-nilly. No. Nononononono. He'll be integrated in a nearly smooth, but also probably still sudden manner. How? Stick around through the next 20 chapters and maybe you'll see~

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