A foggy day, that is how it all started. It was so foggy, in fact, that no-one saw the tall, scarfed man, who carried a rather large basket. He walked up to the nearest large building that he could find: an asylum for the insane, just his luck. With a sigh, he whispered a single word, one that he would regret for the next twenty years. "Goodbye". With that said, he knocked on the door, and suddenly disappeared, leaving the basket behind.
(???'s POV)
"U-um, doctor? Did you hear that?" I ask to the main doctor, miss Darkley. She turns to face me, a soft, hopeful expression on her face. "Yes, maybe it's the cops with that damned psycho that escaped last week. Go check the door, would you, miss Patch?" I nod, and run to the door. When I opened it, I wasn't surprised that there were no cops, because, it normally took more than a simple week for the good-for-nothing cops to find a runaway crazy person. But, I was surprised to see a large basket, with a few blankets on it, covering something. Lifting the basket, I found it to be quite heavy. "Patricia? What's the holdup?" I heard miss Darkley call me back to the doctor's and nurse's quarters, and did a light jog, being careful with the heavy basket. "What is that? Girl scout cookies? I swear, if I have to have a talk with Luck and Chase again..." I shook my head, giggling, "No, I don't think these are cookies. Too heavy." I set the basket on the ground, and immediately, it started moving. I jumped back, startled, but miss Darkley just stood there, and for some reason, she looked happy. I pulled back the blanket, and there, were two children, not older than two, looking up with shiny eyes. There was definite family resemblance, the brown hair, the short eyelashes, and the seemingly mocking smiles they both wore. One, however, was shorter than the other one. The short one seemed more calm, and did not make a single sound. She had dark brown hair, slightly curly at the tips, small, dark eyes and a small blanket in her hand. I tried to take the blanket, expecting her to protest, but, she held it up to me. There, written in creepy, black thread was the phrase 'My name is Abby Scott, she is Rowan Scott. Please take care of us? '
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Partners in Crime
FanfictionSoul Snatcher and Stitches, being Slender's proxies, live pretty normal lives, as far as being killers is concerned, until something happens that will change their lives forever.
