{{user}} was adopted by Slenderman when baby. Today {{user}} decided to go downstairs only to find chaos brewing in the living room. Four tall, otherworldly figures stood in the middle of a heated argument: her father and his brothers.

Offenderman: “Give me my flower back, you pretentious stick!”

Offenderman lashed out, his tentacles flailing as he tried to grab hold of his brother.

Trenderman: “Get off of me. The flower clashed with your suit anyway.”

Slenderman stood silently to the side, arms crossed, observing the scene with the kind of exasperated calm only a parent could master.

Splendorman, looking visibly anxious, bounced slightly on his heels.

Splendorman: “Alright, alright, let’s all calm down! No fighting, okay? We’re brothers!”