Creepypastas + Reader: If You Founded The Slender Mansion (The (Y/N) Mansion)

8 - The Trickster

You walk into the living room of the mansion from your downstairs bedroom and are met with the sight of Sally running around the area laughing and behind chasing her was your new recruit, the clown Laughing Jack.

"Come here, ye silly little girl! I'll catch ya, hehehe!" Laughing Jack snickered, nearly grabbing the girl by the hem of her pink dress. Sally managed to skitter aside just in time before she could be caught and she screeched loudly as she threw her body over the couch to escape, giggling happily.

You smile slightly at the sight of them feeling comfortable in their new home, and the urge to continue the expansion of your killer alliance grew within you. It had been two days since you had ventured into the 1800s and found Laughing Jack. It took you and Sally some time to expose him to the things of the modern age, as almost everything in the clowns sight had not existed within his era.

You then realized even more work would be cut out for you, considering Sally was also a good number of years before certain modern advances she couldn't possibly imagine. So, you ended up spending the last two days trying to familiarize them with certain features so they could grow used to their new home.

There was still a lot of work to be done however, and the two weren't going to learn overnight. The mere excitement of starting your own "family" was starting to get to you though, and today seemed like a great day to go hunting for a new recruit.

"(Y/N)Man! Can me and Mr. Jack use the ice cream machine maker thing again?" Sally asked, catching sight of you and tumbling off of the couch to approach you. The clown too noticed your onlooking and quickly waltzed towards you with Sally, a large grin on his face.

"Ice cream again? You both had three bowls of it for breakfast," You scoff while crossing your arms. "It also probably explains why you two are running around like maniacs in the living room..."

"I do find the creamed ice gives mes an uncanny amount of liveliness," Laughing Jack chuckled, tapping his clawed fingers together. "Yeah me too! I want moreeee!" Sally begged, jumping up and down.

"Fine, you can have the ice cream. But, today we're searching for a new housemate," You say, starting to glide for the kitchen. "A new person's coming? How old are they gonna be, are they gonna be a kid like me? I hope they weren't hurt like I was..." Sally murmured, following you close behind. "Someone new shall live here as well? I'm curious as to what they are like!" Laughing Jack exclaimed, also walking at your side.

"Whoever they are, they'll have to be like us, and get used to our ways if they aren't already a baddie," You explain, beginning to collect the materials needed for making the ice cream by using your aura-tendrils to pull things from the fridge and cabinets without having to actually use your hands.

"And if they don't conform...?" Sally glanced up at you. "We kill them of course~! Hehehehe~!" Laughing Jack maliciously chuckled, grabbing ahold of your shoulders and shaking you. "Yes yes right right we kill them," You grin, glancing from Sally to Laughing Jack and feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. You loved this more than anything.

"One day, we're going to be huge mansion of oddities all living together and causing chaos. We'll torture people outside these woods and forever make our names known throughout history," You say, placing a hand on each of your companions shoulders.

"Ooo ooo! We should come up with a family name and everything! This place will be our home obviously. Let's call it the (Y/N)Man Mansion!" Sally suggested, clapping her hands together. "Now, all we need is a name for our group. What should we call us?"

"...Nutcases? Lunatics? Wackos?" Laughing Jack put in, sounding unsure. "Those are all lame. And old, no one uses those terms for psychopaths anymore," You respond. "(Y/N)Man did you know those tentacle thingies on your back move around like pasta? It's creepy," Sally randomly blurted out, reaching and poking at your aura tendrils which were still maneuvering around the kitchen.