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Johnny boy

Johnny boy, or the exact opposite.
//A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS ALOT LONGER THAN USUAL

ALSO

I like cats

After about 3 minuets of the little incident, Slenderman ended the meeting, Pastas more interested in what Sally was doing other than the actual event.

Ben looked at Sally, his eyes raised as he studied her somewhat dissapointed frame. "What was that back there?" Curiosity flooded in his eyes.

he nudged her shoulder gently when she didn't respond. "Hey, Sally, you ok?"

The small girl jumped slightly at the sudden touch, her Peridot-green eyes wide. She calmed, seeing the boy huddled next to her. "Hey Ben," she muttered, her mind in a different land.

Ben glanced into her eyes, worry suddenly diving into his stomach. Did she not know he was here the whole time? "Don't mind the other Pastas, Sally. They're always nosy, most of them aren't very smart-"

Ben glanced knowing eyes to The Rake, who was hunched over, grasping at his shoulders as he glanced around, unknowing of anything.

"-So, they'll probably forget this whole thing happened in, like, 14 minutes." He grinned his huge grin, eyes lighting up like flares as he hoped to get Sally atleast a little happy.

To his joy, Sally locked eyes with him, a grin spread across her face aswell. "Ben, I thought you were a part of the unintelligent Pastas!

Ben laughed, clenching at his hat. "No way!"

They were interrupted by Jeff pushing in between them.

"Hello, Kiddies!" He said simply, crouching down to Ben's side and ruffling his hair. "Sleep good, Sport?" He asked, snickering.

Ben glared at him, his eyes flashing playfully. "Screw you, Bastard!" He said, snickering; he didn't mean it, though.

Jeff let out a sarcastic hurt gasp. "That's no way to speak to your Father!"

Sally gasped. "Don't say that, Ben!" She squeaked, eyes wide.

"Why not?" Ben and Jeff muttered in sync, their eyes studying the little girl.

"It's bad, and mean." She whispered, eyes still wide with shock.

Jeff burst out laughing, falling onto his bottom. Ben actually looked down, muttering sorry. Sally gave Jeff a hard stare, her usual sparkling eyes suddenly taking the look of cold, hard, river rocks.

She actually looked scary. It almost looked as if crimson blood was filling her eyes, threatning to pool over and flood down her pale cheeks.

Ben noticed this, his eyes widening.

"Don't laugh!" She snarled, stepping forward a bit. Jef actually stopped laughing, but it wasn't because Sally.

"You look pretty mad, Sally."

Sally jumped, the cold, hard voice shaking her to the bone. The powerfulness fell from her expresson as she turned around, her heart racing as she connected with the cold, brown eyes of the eyes of her Uncle.

"Ah..." Sally was speechless her mouth hanging open as she stared at her murderer.

Johnny just smiled down at her, his eyes studying the dead little girl. "Ah, you haven't grown an inch, Sal."