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A Little Visitor...

It has been about a week since the little mishap with Alex and BEN Drowned. In this time, Alex has decided to change his appearance to more that of a more appropriate look. He no longer looks like Nick, saying that he gave up on trying to make my transition easy. To me it sounded like he was giving me a big middle finger and telling me to grow a pair and suck it up. He can be a prick, and it really annoys me. I've met several other residents in the mansion including Jeff, and let me tell you-- that was the most interesting and intense meeting I have ever been included in. Jeff seemed pretty surprised to see me again, only this time sitting on the counter by the sink in the kitchen eating a bowl of Lucky Charms with Masky sitting at the table with his head in the palm of his hand.

I still hadn't met Sally yet, and that makes me really sad, but also a little relieved. I don't have to worry about memories of playing with my younger siblings-- nor do I have to worry about playing hide and seek. I've seen to many horror movies to know where a game of hide and seek leads to. 

I decided to lay on the couch for the better part of the day since most of the residents are nocturnal and/or stay in their rooms all day, only coming out for food or arguing with a certain creepy clown reject. I sighed, too many people have pissed Jeff off lately and I'm scared that he's going to resort to harming the only human in a mile radius-- moi. I stay away from him, having not been able to get close enough to the bleached teen to create a stable aquaintanceship with him so he could refrain from hurting me. Slenderman didn't make me an "off-limits-don't-touch-or-hurt-this-child" human, he actually hasn't spoken directly to yet, choosing to send messages through his proxies to communicate with me. 

I was just about to drift off into a doze when I heard the front door slam shut and heavy stomping echoed through from the foyer to the living room of the Victorian Gothic themed mansion. I looked over the back of the couch to see the infamous pain in the ass lumbering into the room like he owns the place. "Bad day?" It was an innocent question that I used my "small" voice for, but Jeff took the phrase as the most offensive insult to his confused sexual orientation ever.

"Would you shut up? All you ever fucking do is talk, day in, day out. Talk talk talk talk. Why don't I just do us all a fucking favor and rip your vocal cords out of your fucking throat? Huh?!" Jeff snapped, getting closer to my trembling form on the couch. I looked up at the killer with eyes ready to cry and full of fear. Why? Why the hell does he antagonize me of all people? Why can't he go relieve his anger on someone else? Why does everyone use me as their mental punching bag? "All I said was that it looked like you had a bad day, nothing to get angry at me about.. I didn't know you were in that bad of a mood," I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

"Can it, shorty!" Jeff yelled as he grabbed my throat, lifting me off the couch. "I could just kill you, that'd make my day a hell of a lot better." I felt my lip tremble, felling the floodgates open and pour down my cheeks. I found myself pleading for my life, I don't know why-- maybe because I thought that I could escape to my former life by chance? I don't know, I was just so scared and I didn't know what else to do. "P-please! I-I don't wanna die, Jeff, please!" I squeaked. I was going to say something more, but the bleached teenager burst out laughing, letting go of my throat to hold his stomach as he laughed-- really hard at that. He fell back on his back, literally rolling on the floor laughing out loud. I only stared at the bastard while trying to calm myself down to assess the situation. 

Jeff calmed down a bit and sat up, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. When he saw how confused I was with dried tear streaks down my cheeks, he fell back and continued laughing, starting to choke and hack. "Would you quit it and tell me why you're laughing at me?!" I screamed, throwing a couch pillow at him. "You..you should've-" Jeff's explanation was interrupted by another explosion of laughter. I sat there on the couch, confused and feeling hollow, watching the pain in the ass laugh his lungs out. It reminded me of the Sims 4 and how the Sims could die from too much laughter.