Chapter six; Embarrased

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I stumbled along the vacant streets of the city, sighing every now and then. I was getting tired, and although no one was around, I wouldn't show it.
I yawned, and decided to carry myself back to the apartment. But alas, things never go my way. As I turned, I came to a screeching halt to see two men standing in front of me. I couldn't see their faces, due to the darkness.
They didn't say anything, but instead grabbed me by the waist. Well, one did, actually.
He covered my screaming mouth with a gloved hand. As I thrashed, he started to laugh. Wait, Jeff? I hit him in the face, and I tumbled to the ground.
"Jeff"! Jack hissed, taking my hand and helping me up.
"Ow...", I complained, rubbing the back of my head. I closed my eyes, sighing once more.
"Carry me", I said, and I felt someone pick me up in a bridal style position. I rested my head in their shoulder, falling asleep. The sight of black, tousled hair and a blue mask clouded my dreamy vision.
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The next morning, I awoke to the smell of breakfast. It nearly made me sick. For an odd reason, I was in no way hungry.
I yawned, stretching my tired limbs over the white bed and finally getting up with hesitation.
Jack apparently had made breakfast, and Jeff was still asleep.
"Goodmorning", I greeted sleepily, taking in the morning sunshine.
"Goodmorning", Jack greeted back. I sleepily grinned, sitting on the couch. He went to his room, probably to eat his daily dose of kidneys, and I sat in silence in front of the TV.
Jeff came in, stretching and yawning. His shirt rose up over his stomach, his muscled stomach, and I looked away. My ears got hot, and Jack came back from his room.
"Did I miss anything"? Jack asked, glancing towards me.
"Oh, no", Jeff laughed, going to the kitchen.
Jack chuckled, sitting near me on the couch.
"All right. Slenderman has a mission, which is to capture three men and bring them back to the mansion. The execution will go on in the courtyard",
"Oh, execution? What did they do"? I asked, warily. What DID they do??
"That I cannot tell", he said, and continued, "You'll find out soon",

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