It was a normal night at the Slendermansion. The smell of rotting corpses and cigarettes filled the air… it wasn’t a good smell, but everyone was used to it. You were in the living room doing nothing other than watching arguments happen since no one was there to stop them. It was pretty quiet though, except for the arguing of course… it was because all of the girls were having a ‘girl's night’. You could’ve gone… but you’re too much of a troublemaker… so you were told to stay with the guys for a while to toughen you up. It wasn’t fair to you, but everyone found it funny.

All you could hear was Ben and Jeff screaming from gaming with each other, annoying… Masky and Hoodie chatting away like normal, Eyeless Jack eating kidneys in a corner… and the others minding their own business or being on missions.

You, one of the younger ones, being eight, just like Sally. You had no one to talk to or hang out with since everyone was much older or younger.

You were always in trouble because of how bad of an attitude you had… so no one ever liked you, except for Laughing Jack, who was your best friend. You both loved pulling pranks and all, but you were also a massive crybaby due to trauma.

You had gotten bored, so you started to run around the couches and some other killers standing around, being a childish kid…

You had then gotten tired, so you sat down on the coffee table only to hear a shattering noise and immediate pain. You had sat on a bottle of alcohol, leaving glass suck in your thighs. Plus glass was scattered around on the floor. You tried not to cry since every time you ever had, you always got told to toughen up or chill out by everyone except for the kids, Ben, Sally, Lazari, and a few others. They all understood since they weren’t as tough either, but they also weren’t massive crybabies…