Prologue - Okay, cool.

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IT'S BACK!

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~Third Person~

Here's a little background information. You're a 23 year old female, who is moving back into her moms house until you can afford a place of your own. You are currently in the room you grew up in as a child.

~(Y/N)'s P.O.V~

I place the last thing in my room, which is a picture that consists of a small four year old girl with long
(H/C) and stunning (E/C) eyes. This girl was being held up by what seems like a twenty-eight year old man in a wheel chair, too weak to stand up, and smiling brightly to the camera, along with the child and a woman beside them. This woman seemed to be a twenty-seven year old, with (H/C) hair and light blue eyes, almost white. The man had chocolate colored hair with bright (E/C) eyes.

I smile down sadly at the picture, tears threatening to fall.

"(Y/N)! Come down here!" The voice of my mother calls, snapping me out of my train of thoughts.
"C-Coming mom!" I say, blinking away any tears that are about to fall.

I walk out of my room, down the stairs, and into the living room, where I see (M/N) standing, holding a... Animal crate?

"Mom," I say, getting her attention, "What's that?" I finish.

"You'll see..." She says with a smirk, only driving my curiosity further.

She gives the crate to me, a smirk plastered on her face. "Okay?" I say, walking to the living room, (M/N) trailing behind me. I sit on one of the leather couches, blank faced. I open the crate and I see-

"A cat... With absolute no facial features..." I say, showing about no emotion while taking the cat out rather gently. They seemed pretty calm, for they are in new territory. "Are you going to keep them? If so, what are you naming them?" My mother asked, with a big smile plastered upon her face. I looked at the cat, and started thinking about what to name them. 'They kind of remind me of one of those creepypasta stories. Slenderman I think his name was.' I thought. The cat sat in my lap, purring, as I was petting him. 'I'll probably name them Slender, maybe even Slendy...' When I thought about naming him that, he tensed up ever so slightly. "I'll name him, Slender." I say, looking up towards my mother. Mother smiled and spoke, "So, you're keeping them?" I look back down to the cat that I'm still petting. "I guess, I could keep 'em." I say. "Okay, cool!" Mother said, her smile getting wider. (If that's even possible.)



But, I didn't know what the future would hold... Let's hope it's nothing bad...

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