~Toby's POV (weren't expecting that were you!)~

The boy surprised me. I knew the kids were probably abused or something, but I didn't realize the girl had done so much for him. She would die for him. Reminds me of...never mind.

When the boy had finished eating, Slendy took him to the infirmary to see his sister.

"What's u-up with t-the kids?" I whispered to Masky.

"She killed her father and threw his body in the lake. They were on the run from officials because they didn't want to be separated. Other than that, I have no idea."

"W-wow. H-how old a-are t-t-they anyw-ways?"

"The girl's almost sixteen, the boy's barely eleven."

I stood from the table, plate in hand. Masky sighed, probably relieved I wasn't going to bother him. For now. Leaving my plate in the sink I ran to my bedroom, taking two steps at a time. Strange kids, but do I really have any right to say that. Perhaps? Everybody else was saying it. We are all strange. I killed my father too, Jeff murdered his family, even little Sally ended her uncle's life. Out of all of us, I think the only one who didn't have a reason to kill their family member was Jeff, but I guess after what happened to him...

I want to meet that girl.

~Sam's POV~

"How's your morning been going?" I asked as I hugged my little brother. Josh was lying next to me on the bed in the infirmary. He seemed to be happy, but something was obviously bothering him. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?"

"I heard some people talking about father."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "What did you hear?"

"They said you killed him and threw his body into the lake. Is that true?"

I didn't say anything and, eventually, he looked up at my face. I refused to meet his eyes. He gasped, recognizing my expression.

"You...you killed..."

I looked away from him and he sat up.

"You did! How could you?!"

"I was only trying to protect you," I mumbled. He stood, glaring at me as I finally looked back at him. He had tears in his eyes and was shaking in fury.

"He was our father! You killed our only family left! Or perhaps he wasn't even your father? Are you even my sister?!"

No.

"Of course I am! How dare you say that to the only person who's ever looked after you!"

But I only did it out of a promise.

"I will never let harm come to y-"

"Who did it?" He interrupted as he continued to cry.

"Did what?"

"Who shot mother?"

There was a silence in the room as I stared at the little boy. I remember him as an infant, small and fragile as I held him. I'd been welcomed into the home long before he was born, yet I killed the two people who'd ever been kind to me. For what? For him.

"I did."

And then he screamed and threw a chair at me before running out of the room. I cried after him, running for my boy, but he was gone. I fell to the ground, sobbing as I convulsed on the ground.

~Josh's POV~

I ran outside, ignoring the others as they shouted after me. I never should have asked, I should've just left it be. Is that why father was always so mean to her? She must've had a reason, but what was it? I ran deep into the woods, knowing nobody was following me. Why would I? I'm only here because they wanted my sister.

I soon came to a small shack, it was smelly and there were cobwebs everywhere. I entered anyways, still crying. I sat in a corner as time passed, but I was spooked out of my crying as a song started playing. I recognized the song, it was Pop Goes The Weasel. Sammy sang it to me when I was really little.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I called out as I walked towards the entrance.

"Hey, buddy, what's your name?"

I spun around to see a tall boy standing behind me. He was monochrome with arms hanging all the way to his knees. His cone nose made me curious because weren't clowns supposed to have round noses?

"Joshua." I wiped some tears out of my eyes.

"I'm Jack. Laughing Jack! Nice to meetcha kiddo!"

"Nice to meet you to, sir."

"No need for all that sir nonsense! Tell me why you're out here all by yourself!" I looked back up at him. He slowly knelt in front of me so I was face to face with him.

"I just found out my mother didn't leave us when I was little, my sister shot her. And our father beat us because of us. When pappa almost killed me, sister killed him and threw his body in the lake."

His smile disappeared completely as he stared at me.

"Sorry, what?"

"My sister killed my family and now I don't know whether I can trust her or not!" I said, stomping my foot and running out of the building, crying as I did so. I heard Jack call after me, but I just continued running.

Why do I love you sister?