Lets shoot for long but intressting for this part of the story we will throw in some Jeff the killer for a bit of variety oh and if Jefferey aint enough for y'all comment below and suggest creepy-pasta characters I am open to suggestions such as a chapter with ben sally charlie ect... ON WITH THE SHOW!!
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Silvanna P.O.V.
Slenderman bids us farewell and tells us "I'll be going out of a quick hunt to get us dinner". Masky asks if he can come, but Slenderman tells him if "he goes I must come as well". Masky is pouting at the other end of the couch watching the flames dance in the fireplace. I get up and walk up in front of him blocking off his view of the flames. He lifts his head like he had not really had his mind in the real world.
Masky smiles springing from his seat and pulls at my arm saying "you need a tour of the house!" I smile back at him and he takes that as a yes and takes me up a stairwell to a corridor with many doors with names written in blood across them. Ben, Jane, Sally, Jeff, and Hoodie reside on the right side of the hallway I discover.
A single door is to the left of the hallway it is giant, wide enough for three people to walk in at once. Masky opens it and takes me inside. It is a weapons vault, there are many crusted with blood while other are so shiny it is if they scream KILL!
Masky brings me a shiny silver tomahawk and hands it to me with an evil smirk on his face. I decide to humor him by swishing the blade level with his midsection, then I bring it to his chin with an uppercut. I rub the cold steel against his skin; his eyes light up with happiness and he gives ,e a debonair smile. It catches me off guard and my hold on the blade weakens. Masky places his index finger and thumb on opposite sides of the blade and plucks it from my quivering hand.
We find a nice sheath for the machete,(which Masky still will not let me hold) then we leave the weapons vault. Masky takes a necklace off that was hid underneath his shirt then takes a small key strung on the necklace to lock the door.
Masky's P.O.V.
I...I didn't expect her to be so good with weapons. Stabbing someone doesn't take talent it takes courage; what she did with that machete was pure skill. Maybe she does like me, I mean why else would she get so flustered that I could take the machete from her the way I did.
After Vanna and I are downstairs, Smile dog gives us a warm welcome. Vanna,...Vanna, I like the sound of that. I wonder if she would mind if I called her that. I'll just go out and say it, enough being shy.
Vanna. I don't know what else I was planning to say, for all of that is forgotten as she locks eyes with Jefferey.
Vanna's P.O.V.
Jeff the Killer. I don't know why I try not to believe in him. Maybe, I decided not to think he was real so that I could sleep at night. My reasoning was lost and forgotten as eyes without eyelids stare at me and his forever smiling face saw mine.
"Vanna? That is you is it not my dear?" Jeff asks me in a captivating voice I could listen to for hours.
Blood stains his lips red, I wanderded so close to him I can smell the metalic tang as he speaks. I must have caught vampirism since, that doesn't disgust me a single bit. I want to throw myself in his arms and say "Nice to mmeet you at last my horrific soul mate; I am the girl who has adored you from afar. I'll show those fan-fiction writers, because in the end I will be the one you choose to love.
