Safe And Sound (CreepyPasta Fan Fic)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I hear footsteps, then I open my eyes. He's... gone. He left. He left me alone. I'm kind of disappointed. I push myself into a sitting position, look around, then get out of the bed. I walk out the open door, and walk down the stairs. I'm about to leave, when my joints freeze.
He's right behind me, isn't he? But who?
"Jeff wouldn't kill you," the voice that asked if I was cold says, "so no one else should. Oh, where are my manners? Welcome to my mansion, Brooklyn. The mansion that you will now be living out. Ans that is not a request, it's an order. "
Oh my gosh. How does he know my name?
"How do I know your name? Simple. I can see your thoughts. Now, Brooklyn, turn around and look at me."
You know that game? Slender, is it called? Well, the number one rule is "don't turn around". I just broke that rule. I turn around and see a man. He's extereamly tall, has long arms, and, get this, he has no face. This is to much for me to handle, so I faint.

I wake up in the bed he tried to pin me to. I'm not in the clothes I came here in, though. Instead of my tank top worn under a jean jacket, my favorite jeans, and my combat boots, I'm wearing a black, strapless dress, and black sneakers. I open my eyes to see two more faces looking at me. One is the face of a pretty little girl. She has brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and is wearing an adorable pink dress. The only thing wrong with this girl's appearance is the dried blood and mud on her face and dress.
The other face is so pale, it's white. It, too, belongs to a girl. This one's a teen, though. She has curly black hair that adorns her face, she's wearing black lip stick, and she has black makeup around her eyes. And her eyes are the same color of black as his. But not just the irises, the whole eye is black. Like a black hole. Like the portal to Hell. She smiles at me.
"Good morning," she chirps. Her voice is like silk.
"You've been sleeping for a while," the little girl says.
"Really?" I ask. My voice is hoarse.
"Yeah," the teen murmurs sweetly, "for two days."
"Two... days...?"
"We thought Slendy scared you to death," the little girl said.
"It wouldn't be surprising if he did," the teen smiles. "It's actually time for dinner, and I bet you're famished. Come with us."
She sticks her black-glove-covered hand out at me, and I take it. She pulls me up, and when I stand up, she smooths out my dress and hair.
"Wow," she says, "this hair is beautiful! I wish the hair I had was blonde."
Had? Doesn't she mean have? I don't know. We walk out of the bedroom door, and the little girl is skipping behind us singing "Ring Around The Rosy". It's kind of scary, the way she sings it.
The teen leads me into a room, and I guess it's a dinning room. But the sight in that room almost makes me pass out again. So many eeire figures litter the room. One is wearing a yellow hoodie, and his face isn't seeable. But you can see his glowing red eyes, and the same kind of glowing smile. I'm going to call him Hoodie. Two of them are wearing masks. One is wearing one that's blue and looks like it's crying black tears. The other is wearing a mime mask. Finally, there's one that looks like Link from Legend of Zelda. He has tattoos under his eyes, which look like he's crying blood. Then there's the faceless man. My legs strangly give out from under me, and the black-haired teen grabs me before I hit the ground.
"You okay?" she asks. I nod. The girl helps me to a chair. I sit there in silence as the faceless man sets a plate a in front of me. I look up. Pizza. Normal pizza? I don't know. I won't dare to tuch it.
No one says a word. The faceless man breaks the silence.
"We need to introduce ourselves," he says. "I want each of you to say your name, then say something you like. I'll give you an example. I am Slenderman and I like classical music. She's next." He extends and arm at me. I look at the teen girl, who nods approvingly.
"I-I'm... B-Brooklyn," I stutter, "and I like... any kind of music but punk rock."
"Perfect!" Slenderman says, giving me an applause. Then he nodded toward the next person, who is the guy that the teen girl sat me next to. It's Hoodie. His name is ironic.
"My name's Hoodie," he says, "and I like stalking girls."
Is that a joke? Or is he serious? Next person. It's the one with the blue mask.
"I'm Eyeless Jack," he says. "I have nothing else to add."
The murderer is next. He says nothing. The teen girl takes over for him. "He's Jeff," she says, "and he likes killing innocent girls' families. He likes killing in general. I'm Jane." She smiles. "Instead of telling you something I like, I'll tell you something I dislike. I HATE Jeff. Next."
Link is next.
"I'm Ben," he says, "and I like trains. JK, I like video games."
Finally, the mime.
"I'm Masky, and I don't have anything else to say."
"Seriously?" Ben asks. "EJ didn't have anything else either. You both like trains. There, we're done."