Never Yours (JTK Fanfic)

Part 4

The masked man walked me down a series of hallways, taking me around corners and rooms until we finally reached what appeared to be a main sitting room or living room.

"Hey, so what gives? Where am I?"

"This is Slender Mansion. You don't need to know exactly where it is. You're here because you severely injured one of our housemates and we need to figure out what exactly to do with you from this point forward," he spoke. It was almost like he didn't see me as another human being when he spoke to me.

I hummed in response and then took the initiative to sit myself down on the couch, relaxing. The man walked around the corner in a different direction.

I sat there, looking around the room. It was surprisingly big.

He mentioned that I injured Jeff, which probably meant that he was still alive. 'Lucky bastard.' It'll probably take some time for him to recover from those injuries though. Especially if any of the bullets hit something vital.

I sighed as a sat there in waiting, leaning my head back onto the couch, and looking up at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

'If these people are anything like Jeffery, getting out of here alive could prove to be pretty difficult.'

I felt something wet drip onto my cheek like a droplet of water.

I opened my eyes to see two dark black eyes like voids with two red irises in the middle staring back at me. A black ooze dripped from the eye's sockets, explaining what I felt drip onto my face.

I quickly sat up and turned around. It was a boy, who appeared no more than a year or two younger than me.

He was dressed up in what appeared to be a Link outfit from Zelda, and his blonde hair was soaking wet, like he had just jumped out of a lake.

His void eyes stared miles into mine.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything. He looked so... sad.

His demeanor and outfit were pretty freaky looking but he had a weary and sad look on his face, like I had somehow betrayed him.

My face softened, but I still didn't say anything. I stood up. He was still on the other side of the couch.

Then, without a word, he outstretched his hand towards me. His hand and arm were soaking wet and now dripping onto the couch.

This poor boy. Was he afraid? He looked like he needed help.

Cautiously, I began to lift my hand to take his, but before I could reach it, I heard a stuttered yell come from the direction where the masked man had left from.

"BEN d-don't! Y-you're not allowed t-to kill h-her!" He exclaimed as he ran over to the boy with a hatchet in one hand and a plate of what looked like waffles in the other.

He swung his hatchet at the boy he called BEN to which he quickly dodged by crouching down and then reaching up to grab his arm, preventing him from swinging again, before standing upright again.

"What the hell do you mean I can't kill her? She's a human!" He said as if I want standing two feet away from him.

I frowned and crossed my arms.

"I also have ears you know," I said boldly.

Both boys looked over at me with confusion but also intrigue. I couldn't even begin to think about what was going through their heads.

The boy with the waffles pulled his arm back coldly and continued talking to BEN.

"S-she is the one w-who hurt J-Jeff, s-so we have to k-keep her unharmed unt-til he wakes up. H-He's going to b-be the one to kill her."

BEN stared at me for awhile before scoffing and marching out of the room. How angsty, like a regular teenage boy not getting his way.

The boy let out a small sigh before walking around the couch to where I was standing.

Now that things had calmed down, I could get a better look at him. He was wearing a mask that covered the lower half of his face and large goggles over his eyes. He had shaggy brown dark brown hair and a sheath at his waist for his weapon.

     "S-Sorry about h-him. He doesn't m-meet a wide variety of p-people," he explained. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't feel like asking any further.

     "I'm T-Toby. The b-boy you just saw is BEN, and the one w-who walked you here is M-Masky." He said, sitting down on the couch and motioning for me to sit down as well, which I did.

     He offered me the plate of waffles he was holding. It wasn't my ideal choice of food but I was hungry nonetheless so I took it graciously.

     "This isn't poisoned, right?" I said, half joking but also half serious. I wouldn't run it past these people honestly.

     "N-No it isn't," he chuckled. "I made them m-myself."

Hearing that somehow eased my suspicions a bit and I let myself dig in.