When I finally woke up, i appeared to be in some kind of mansion. "Man that stings" i whisper as I get up from the ground. I decide to walk around and try to find a way out of this mansion. After a bit of useless wondering, I end up finding a hallway with doors on both sides. "Maybe there's a weapon i can use in this place" i think to myself as i open the first door to my right. To my surprise, the room has knifes everywhere. "What luck" i whisper to myself as i grab the biggest knife in the room. "Its not nice to wonder into other peoples rooms Mr.Crazone." "And whom do i have the HONOR of speaking to?" I ask as i turn around, my knife prepared to strike. To my horror, the man that was talking was extremely tall and faceless. "Oh good GOD, Hi SlEnDeR MaN" i say, my voice cracking and shivering. "Oh, so you've heard of me?" Slender states. "Of course i do, who doesn't. I MEAN, IVE PLAYED YOUR GAME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD." I yell, trying to intimidate him. "Really, well then i'm sure you have heard of the creepypasta manor." "The what?" "Well, the creepy pasta mansion is were all the creepy pastas go for a safe haven, well, that's what it was made for anyway, all its used for now is for all the creepy pastas to hang out." Slender says, a hint of aggravation in his voice. "Alright, and for a follow up question, WHY DID YOU HAVE ME COME TO THIS PLACE, i could have just lived a normal life with all of my friends, well, if you consider knowing a murder normal." I need to find out why I'm here."Your here because of the fact of, well, we need your help. Or, rather, Jane needs your help. Slender says. Just then, the door bursts open, and in comes running in Jane. "Speak of the devil, why do you need my help?" I don't know why i just bluntly ask this, but i need facts. But, its not Jane that gives me this answer. "Janey wuvs u" After a bit of silence, a little girl holding a teddy bear walks up to me. "Janey wuvs you, you should see the things she has done with her d....." "ENOUGH" Slender snaps. Well, this went from being awesome, to being slightly disturbing.
