𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ♡

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I didn't grow up like any other child. There's nothing too special about me... Other than that I've been raised by a child-eating, faceless man since I was four-years-old.
My mother left me for dead, sped off to Oregon for her "fresh-start". Slendy found me and took me in... He chose not to eat me because I was "special". I believed in that until recently... I mean, there's nothing special about me.
My situation sure as hell is, though...
I was raised different. I wasn't taught to respect all adults. I learned that you earned respect and respected others for respect.
I wasn't taught fair-play, kindness, or how to properly make friends. Hell, I was alone most of my childhood. Slendy raised me, bathed me, clothed me, taught me, and treated me as if I were his own. In fact, he even started calling me his child...

I was used to meeting strange people who worked for him.
They were called "Proxies". I watched some of them be tortured for not doing the job right, killed by police officers, victims, or even Slendy.
Some died of sickness, too. Whatever it is, he always found new proxies.
I remember him telling me he'd never make me into a proxy, fearing I'll be hurt, caught, or killed. It's not like I wanted to be a proxy. I don't want to be one! It seems too much... And scary...

Or at least... That's what I thought.

"YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO TAKE Y/N ON MISSIONS, JEFF. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Slendy screamed in Jeff's face, full of rage and anger. I stood in the background, scared and anxious. "They just wanted to check it out, Slendy! That's all, I swear!" He says, a poor attempt to calm him down. "YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS MASTER, JEFF WOODS. YOU'RE A PROXY. YOU'RE NOT HUMAN ANYMORE! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SLAVE. YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T RIP YOUR HEAD OFF FOR THIS!"  I stare at Jeff and see his expression change. He was... shocked and stood there, not moving and not saying a word.
Slendy proceeded to grab him by the neck and wrists with his tentacles. "Slendy, please! Please be gentle with him!" I cry, begging my father. He turns to look at me and just shakes his head, storming off with Jeff. Jeff looked at me and smiled softly.
Oh, god... This is all my fault.

I couldn't sleep... My window was right by the shed. I could hear Jeff screaming and groaning from pain. The torture must've been horrible! I was having mixed feelings... I was mad and sad. Mad because I can't make my own life choices... Everyone in the house makes their own choices, even as Proxies! I can't even go out on the porch without Slendy watching. I'm not a kid, though! This whole situation isn't fair. I asked Jeff to take me! In fact, I begged him! He told me this was a bad idea, but I didn't listen. And now he's paying for my selfish, poor choices. I'm a horrible person...

Yes. I am a horrible person, aren't I? That's how I was raised... But does that make it okay? Does that make whatever Jeff and I have healthy? But what the fuck would I know about healthy?

I finally managed to close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
I just want to Go to Sleep...