"Jack! Give me my teddy back!" A young girl about eight years old whines jumping up and down trying to reach the bear the older teen had been holding just out of her reach. Her curly brown hair bouncing wildly across her face.
The teen, also known as Jack, laughs evilly only holding the toy higher. "Only if you can reach it," he jeers. The young girl looks up at him sadly, her emerald eyes full of a red colored liquid, finally admitting defeat. But Jack wasn't done, not yet at least.
Reaching into the pocket of his snow white hoodie, he pulls out the silver knife he always keeps on him. He holds it up to the teddy bear, spinning it tauntly over the bear's plush heart.
"No!" she exclaims, jumping up weakly one last time before breaking into crimson tears.
"Sally don't cry! You know Slendy hates it when you cry! You know blood always stains the carpet!" Jack pleads dropping the knife and handing the young girl back her stuffed animal. She looks up at him sadly, her eyes now flowing with blood. Not sure whether to trust him quite yet, she just stares blankly. The raven haired teen makes a small gesture of kindness, giving Sally all the proof she needed that Jack wasn't joking.
She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her baby pink dress. Sally grabs the teddy lovingly, pulling it into a tight hug before dashing off with a small squeal. The young girl knows that once she puts her guard down Jack could possibly steal her bear once again, and wouldn't be so easy on her then.
"What was that?" a young boy around twelve years of age with messy blonde hair yawns. The ruckus had managed to wake him up from his nap. He looks up at Jack then at the small drops of blood on the gray carpet, immediately catching onto what had happened only seconds prior to his entrance. He groans, turning back around to enter his room. "I swear if those two get into another fight I'm going to lose it," he mumbles inaudibly to himself.
"Kids, don't you have the first day of school tomorrow?" a deep voice calls from downstairs, making all three of the children jump, especially Sally who was trying to wipe away the dried blood tears that had left a line down her rosy cheeks.
"Sorry Slendy!" they all call back in perfect unison. Clearly this wasn't the first time they'd gotten in trouble.
With a weary sigh, Jack returns to his room, picking up his lucky knife in the process. He makes sure to lock the door behind him, just in case Sally tried to decorate his usually black and white room with pink.
Jumping onto the bed with a quiet thud. Jack slowly drifts off to sleep thinking about what tomorrow could possibly bring. The blonde, Ben, on the other hand, had different plans. Turning off all the lights in his room and setting his television's brightness to the dimmest it could get, he picks up his favorite cartridge of Majora's Mask out and inserting it into his Nintendo 64. Grabbing a dark green beanbag and dragging it in front of his television, Ben sits down with a soft poof. He turns on the game, creating a new save and naming his character BEN. He always named Link the same thing, took the same paths, reset the same days. But the boy didn't mind, he never grew bored of it.
Originally, he only planned to stay up for another hour before going to sleep. Not exactly how things worked out. The black eyed boy lost track of time while he was engaged in his game, and ended up staying up much much later than intended. Right when he reached Majora's fight, he heard Slender's alarm clock beeping. He thought Jack had just noticed he was awake and was pranking him, but when he looked at his own clock it read 4:30.
"Crap!" he whispers to himself quickly turning off his television and gaming system. Trying not to make much noise, the blonde boy runs to his bed tucking himself under the covers without even bothering to put some pajamas on.
Ben hoped that the nap he took earlier and the one hour of sleep he could get right now would do, but he can never be sure. That's what weird in his family, (even more weird than legends come to life) sometimes they need eight hours of sleep, sometimes two, sometimes twelve, and other times none. Ben hoped that it was a two hour night.