You had had enough of being a proxy in the Slender Manor. You felt your sanity slipping away day by day, and you couldn't live with it anymore. So, you decided not to.

You twisted the cap of your anti-Slender Sickness medicine off of the bottle, tilting it a bit and watching them shift in the orange container. Just as you tipped it back, water in hand, Ben entered the room without knocking. He just forgot. "...What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his blood running cold.