You were a little kid, the young age of six. You were always stubborn, rude, bratty, and rebellious. You were a new addition to the manor. Your body covered in bruises and scars from yourself and your old guardians.

You were watched by lots of people in the manor. Creepypastas and Proxies were assigned to take turns watching you. Most of the time you were with Sally or Jane or Toby. They were all really fun, but today was a change; you were with Masky.

You were in the living room, it was around nighttime. The manor was a bit empty. Everyone was either outside, on missions, or sleeping. All you did was play with your dollhouse while Masky lay on the couch and fell asleep.

You have had the slender sickness for a while… after being watched by Slenderman for so long, it won’t go away now. It was constant vomiting blood, coughing fits, and acts of violence at random times towards yourself or at other proxies. You weren’t going to die like you thought. You were just sick.