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YOUR POV:
You jumped out of your bed in a pile of sweat and tears. You were having horrible nightmares ever since you broke up with your asshole boyfriend. He would always beat and insult you and never let you do anything, now you could, you felt so free today. You smile at the slim thought of (b/n) being gone from your life. what should i do now when i don't have him anymore? You thought to yourself. "OH! i could make pancakes!" You said gleefully and covered you mouth before anyone heard you shout.
You got to the pantry and flipped your (h/l) (wavy,curly,straight) (h/c) hair over your shoulder so you could see what there was. he probably took the mix with him so i would suffer without pancakes You sighed at the thought. "i'll just have ceral or waffles today" You said softly. "oh... maybe i could go to the store, i have already paid the house off since (b/n) left" You add when you knew nobody was there... or so you thought. You walk to your room and and this is what you see (everybody stops and is starin at me XD, sorry guys, so tempting), your hachet case that your father has given you before he died, broken and it was gone. "Oh my god, who could have done this..." You said your thought loudly. You walk downstairs muttering to yourself about the room and what you would do with it.
You got downstairs and everything seemed pretty normal to you. You hesd to your bathroom, put your (h/c) hair in a messy bun and walk down stairs. You look in the pantery and see a huge bag of pancake mix and squeal to yourself. You haven't had these in yesrs, your ex forbid you to have anything but the gross shit he made. You reached to get the mix and start making your beloved breakfast.
(prepare yourselfs readers, epic sene: to an extent)
The next second you hear a crash and a thud. You turn startled and saw two boys around 17 year olds wrestling, in your living room. One of the boys had bright orange googles and a mouth guard, "i got them first!!!" The boy with organish goggles on shoutd at the other. "NO YOU DIDN'T!!!!! YOU SAW *pants* I GRABBED!" The masked boy shouted even louder. The one with orange goggles started to punch and kick the smaller one. "CUT IT OUT MAN!" the smaller one shouted. "YOU STARTED IT M---- OUCH!!" A 3rd on came crashing in as kicked the goggled, muscluar-ish boy off the other one. This one had a hoodie on with a frown or smile or whatever. what's going on here? You thought to yourself. You stood there watching the inmature teens roll around in your house. The hoodied boy with a strange frown or smile, looked at me in the eyes while helping the masked boy up. "I am so very s-sorry m-miss, t-toby here s-starts e-everything b-bad." He said stuttering. "no need to be sorry, umm," I realize i didn't know there names "it's hoodie" He smiles a little. "and this is Masky and that's toby or ticci toby" Hoodie continued with the interduction of his friends. "hello" Masky says and walks over to shake my hand "hi Masky" you reply, where do i recognize these names and faces? You thought to yourself
Maksy and Hoodie both look at toby with stern eyes. Toby, on the other hand, was still recovering from hoodie knocking him over. "oh.. right" toby mutters to himself. Toby looks up at me then tilts his head and sniffs" do i smell pancakes?" He askes with a funny smile Hoodie and Masky exchange glances and facepalm thereselfs. Toby looks and laughs "right... i am toby" He said. I look at him and smile " I am (y/n), and the anwser to the first question... is let me go see if i didnt burn them watching you guys fight" I said, chuckling at the comment.
I sat down across from them and then Masky broke the silence... "so i am guessing you want to know why Toby and i came crashing through your window, correct?" Masky asked you. "ya, kinda" you reply while shifting uncomforably in your seat. "Well, since were slenderman's proxies and we were out 5 hours ago looking for the notes for the daily routine...." Masky began with the story
