A Terrible Fate

Chapter 4

I stood as still as possible, slowing my breathing so I made as little noise as I could as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Once I could see again, I scanned my surroundings to identify the room's resident.

I looked around and saw nothing that appeared to belong to any specific CreepyPasta in the mansion, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw no one in the room with me.  Since there were no CreepyPasta-specific possessions in the room, I had two options as to whom the room belonged: either this room belonged to Slenderman, or this was the guest room.  As there was currently no one in the room with me, I could only hope for the latter, and prepare for the former.  That is why I decided to check the closet for hidden belongings, slowly and carefully opening the door to make as little noise as possible.

I was again relieved to find nothing in the closet save for a spare set of bedsheets...or three, maybe, upon closer inspection, which made sense given the types of guests they're probably more accustomed to entertaining.  Either way, this was the guest room, thankfully, and it didn't look to be currently in use; I was, for the time being, safe.  Even so, I wasn't about to chance turning on the light and alerting any other CreepyPastas that passed the door to my presence.  I knew that I would be killed on the spot if it wasn't Slenderman that introduced me to the others first. (Hey; I may be bold, but I'm certainly not suicidal or a complete idiot, geez.)  Instead, I sat on the bed and waited for BEN to come get me, sleep eventually stealing me away despite my best efforts to stay awake until he returned.

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I woke up lord-only-knows how much later, sprawled across the bed with my head where my feet should be and vice versa, and I was very glad that none of the others had discovered I was here while I slept.  (It's a really good thing Jeff had already met me at this point - not that that would normally stop him, but since BEN was already reporting my stay to Slenderman while I was asleep, I was sure he didn't want to risk trying  any sneaky maneuvers with me. At least not right now.)

After I was awake, I noticed that some of my belongings had been put in the room while I was asleep.  Among them were my sketchbook and art markers, which I eagerly retrieved before returning to the bed and busying myself with a new drawing while I waited to be called/summoned/retrieved from the room.  I was ecstatic that I could have something as familiar and calming as my art supplies; the only thing that would have been better is - "My phone!" I whisper-yelled excitedly, noticing it on the nightstand and being beyond glad that they had been able to get it - well, Slendy, anyway; I was about 99.9999% sure that he had been the one who brought my stuff here from my house, but I was happy regardless.  I retrieved my phone from the nightstand enthusiastically and checked to see if I had a signal.  Seeing there was none (surprise, surprise), I set it back down with a slight inward groan before getting back to work on my drawing.

I was well into a detailed sketch of BEN emerging from a television screen like the Grudge when I heard BEN come into the room using his signature grand entrance of appearing through electronic screens.  The sound he made wasn't very loud, so my mind must've dismissed it at first because I was in Drawing Mode and my focus was like a laser.  "Breakfast is ready." Now that caught my attention, and I swear I must've jumped a good two feet in the air because he said it right in my ear and oh my gods when did he get in here anyway?  "Ben, what the - When did you get in here??" I asked almost frantically, still settling down from the aftershock of being startled so badly I nearly jumped right out of my skin.

Instead of an answer, however, all I was greeted with when I looked up was a creepy, unsettling grin.  "Tch; seems I've found a way to make your skin crawl after all Miss You-Can't-Scare-Me-'Cause-I-Know-All-Your-Tricks - even if only just a little." He then proceeded to laugh at me as I scowled at him in annoyance; I was highly frustrated with him and a little disappointed as well - he could have tried something far more elaborate, but it seemed he already knew that wouldn't work on me.  He also knew now that I only let my guard down when I'm drawing, and I was nearly 100% sure he would be using that to his advantage frequently in the future.  "Shut up, Ben! That lame jumpscare/startling tactic works on pretty much anyone!  I can't believe you're so desperate to scare me that you'd stoop that low and call it a victory! Geez; I expected better from you!"

My short rant was, well, short, but all the while I noticed Ben's face morph from victorious to downright pissed off.  Thus, even though the rant was meant to be short in the first place, it died off at the end as my expression mirrored how his face was making me feel.  The words "oh shit" come to mind as an accurate description of my facial expression at the time.

To my immense relief, he just turned around and started for the door, with not so mush as a pissy "Be downstairs in 10 minutes or I'm eating your food," as he stormed out of the room.  I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding after the door shut with the sound of almost complete safety: "click". "Well, time to tackle breakfast with the Psycho Bunch," I thought to myself as I threw on black leggings and a navy blue pullover hoodie. "This should be... fun."  I put on socks and brushed my short, almost pixie-style, dark brown hair to tame it before making my way downstairs to eat with the rest of the mansion's residents.