I felt my body move, but not lifted.
How the hell.
I felt time fly by as I laid there, Floating in darkness.
How long had it been? 2 hours? 1 hour?
I'd say at least an hour tops.
I could feel myself waking up, as my eyes lightly flickered open and I shot up.
"Oooh, She's waking up!" A female with short purple hair spoke from the end of the bed.I looked at my surroundings. I found myself in an unfamiliar location with unfamiliar people, except for one person, who was sitting on the shoulders of an average size male with poorly cut black hair and a slit across his mouth.
Chisara-Chan Aka Sana.
But the rest of the people we're strangers, For now.
"She's a Cutie!" The female with purple hair spoke, crawling up the bed towards me.
I jumped at the Action, my face turning a slight shade of pink.
"Where Am I?" I stammered, moving back a bit.
The female with Purple hair took a second and responded.
"The Slendy Mansion!"She said as she crawled up closer.
" Welcome, NicoLen to the Family. She'll be staying with us, so be kind." The slender figure said.
It spoke without its mouth. But that wasn't the only odd thing I noticed.
It had black tentacle-like things."You're like us kid, so get used to it." The male with Black hair and the odd smile, eyes said as he folded his arms, Chisara Kicked him.
"Ease it BIOTCH, That's my baby sister!" Chisara said.
"Only by a year or two." I sighed, sitting up.
"I'm 17," I said rubbing my hair.
"I'm............ded" The Purple-haired girl snickered.
"Do you guys have names?" I tilted my head slightly.
"I'm Ni," Ni said standing up, tucking her hands into the pockets of her green Jacket.
"Jeff," Jeff said folding his arms.
"UWU, This is Jackie-Boi~!" Ni said pulling some male into the room.
"Ej." Ej waved, Tucking his hand into the pockets of his hoodie, and walking away, after giving Ni a kiss on the head.
Couple number 1.
"Please call me a They, I prefer that rather that the pronouns she and her. And also."I corrected, standing up, scanning the room for my collectibles.
I sighed as I walked over to a dresser, grabbing my knife and tucking it away in my boot.
" Call me Len."I said slightly smiling, as I shuffled towards 'Sana'.
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Overwhelming Anxiety
Non-FictionThis story is based around one of my creepypasta OC's, Len Miller, A pessimistic 17-year-old high school girl struggling with overwhelming anxiety and mental stability issues.While trying to obtain an innocent profile, and eliminating all competiti...