The inhabitants of Unit 150 were regularly avoided in Manhattan. The father worked as a lumberjack and left each day at 4 in the morning and came back at 7 am, axes strapped to his back. The mother, known as Clockwork, stayed at home and sometimes fixed clocks for people. Their son, 5 year old Eric, could be seen daily on his bedroom windowsill, with the window open, reading one book or another. Most were worried he would fall off, but they were too scared to approach his parents with their concerns. And it was every parent's nightmare when he turned 6 and invited half of the apartment to his party. It was worse when he entered the regional elementary.

"Eric, wake up," Clockwork whispered, sitting on the edge of her son's blood-red themed bed. He stirred and sat up. As always, his head started jerking to the sound of her clock eye. His bright green eyes lit up the dim room for a second before they dimmed to a more normal green. He rubbed them and yawned. "Itz too early, mommy," she smiled. "It's your birthday Eric, remember? It's 6 right now," he grinned. "Oh yeah! Is daddy gonna come back from the Mansion to help decorate?" Clockwork went to her son's closet to get his clothes. "He never went, Eric. Slenderman let him stay for a while. Your daddy has to leave after lunch," he jumped out of bed. "Yay!"

Toby was trying to make the dining room more presentable. There were axes and knives everywhere, and while Eric certainly knew how to use them, he doubted the other parents would be too happy to see their children playing with blades. So he was hiding them in every high space possible, and even dropped some in the laundry room. There were also Eric's dark drawings pinned up on the wall to get rid of. Lately he'd been taking art lessons with Helen, and Toby couldn't help but admire a particular scene where he'd drawn a picture of Sadako and Ben fighting for space in the screen with Seed Eater holding a limp body in the background.

Eric's head continued to Tic to the tick tock of the grandfather clock in the living room as he came out of his room, wearing his normal black shirt, blue jeans and red sneakers. He yawned again as he sat at the table. Clockwork shook her head. "Not so fast, mister. Brush your teeth first," he pouted but did as he was told, coming back with shiny white teeth. Toby used the opportunity to pin his wife to the wall after she set down the cake while Eric went to his bedroom window to read, with a waffle in his hand. "Toby, for God's sake," she hissed.

As the first knock sounded Eric jumped off and put the book back, and Toby and Clockwork put up their glamours. Toby answered the door with a wave and a tic. "Come in!" the nervous parent and 6 year old child came in. "Er, ah, hello Mrs and Mr Rogers," Mr. Smith said. "Eric! Come and say hi!," Eric skidded out of his room and waved with a tic. "Eric, set up your video games," Clockwork added. He nodded and dragged the terrified looking girl with him. " Er, is he okay? And what is your plan?" Mr. Smith asked. "Hm? Oh, my husband and he both have Tourettes. We'll leave for the Zoo after Toby leaves. Come back at 3,"