< You Can't Believe the Masked People. >

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Albert was drawing what he saw for the tenth time the past hour, trying to get him mom to listen. "Honey, are you sure that's what you saw? " She asked him in a quiet voice. Albert only nodded in response. His mom sighed somewhat deeply, then went to go talk to her friends, like they always did at 11:46am. He had walked outside, it's not like his mom cared. She just wanted a normal family. Normal children. He took his dad's cowboy hat that he used to block out the sun. It was warn down now, and it didn't work as well, but he still used it. Albert had spotted a Blue portal looking thing. He'd seen them multiple times before, so he just walked into it. Not the smartest thing to do, but oh well.

The next thing he knew, he was in a living room.. Or at least it resembled one. He had a Amazook box covering his head for some reason, but he could still see clearly. "Hello? " He called out meekly. A small girl, she looked about 8, had peeked around the corner. She had pretty, waves brown hair, bright green eyes, and a pink dress on. But, she had blood all over her. Albert didn't react to this. "Hey, are you ok? " She asked, and walked over to him. He could now see that she had a teddy bear. "Yeah.. Thanks for worrying. " He said, and stood up. He was in, what looked to be, a worn-down mental asylum  patient outfit. The straps on the arms were broken, and some blood specked the nasty white color. He raised a brow at this. When did this happen? He didn't remember anything that had to do with this. "Well, come with me, Mr.! Let's go to Slendy!! " Sally said and pulled Albert along.

It was a few hours afterwards, for the most part he hung out with Jeff. The Amazook box was getting seriously annoying, so he decided to go into the bathroom, and take a look at his face, because why not? 

He excuses himself, and went into the bathroom. He counted up to 3, then lifted the box. A large scar ran across his face, and it made one of his eyes look like he was blind in that eye, but he could see perfectly fine out of both of them, so he was very confused. His hair was a silver looking color, which made him smiled ever so slightly at. He could see blood that came out of his ears that seemed to stain his skin. He put the box back on, and went back out to talk to Jeff.

Slender was talking to everyone, and they were all forced to gather together and re-tell their name and something about themselves to help Albert out, and so they could get to know him as well.

Everyone had already went, and so it was only Albert who had to go.

The male anxiously picked at his fingers, not liking the amount of attention. "I'm Albert Artez... Or Flimingo... " He mumbled. "A-and uhm.. I... " He mumbled, still unknown of what to say. "I guess... You can't believe the masked people.. " He mumbled.

It was night now, and Ben had lended him some clothes. They were kinda big, but they were super comfy. He had a grey, hand kit sweater and some black sweats. He was extremely, comfortable.

But, the only thing on everyone's mind was, "why can't we believe the masked people? " And, "who are the masked people? " There was a small group that started to theorize about it, but no one knows for sure what he meant.

Albert was on the couch, and was playing dolls with Sally and Lazari. They were all really enjoying it. Ben had walked into the living room, and sat down next to the small group.

After a while of family, they were all getting tired. Sally and Lazari were in their beds, and Albert was barely awake. Ben was doing something on his phone. Albert had passed out, and his head leaned onto Ben's shoulder. Ben looked over at him, and smiled softly, then went back to doing something on his phone. This day has been... Interesting, to say the least.