Okay, so....

You're one of LJ's 'playmates.' Normally, he just kills them and moves on, Slendy doesn't really enforce the 'try to fix them' rule as much as he used to.

But you? You're a little weirdo.

He likes that about you.

You're one of the few kids he finds tolerable in any sense of the word, let alone enjoyable to be around.

But you are.

However, your home life is absolute dogshit.

Frankly, LJ was surprised that you hadn't already Snapped and become a Creep yourself, with the shit you put up with.

So he stole you.

Because that is a perfectly normal and plausible thing to do with a child.

As he tried to sneak quietly into the Mansion with you in tow, he accidentally tripped, cursed loudly, picked you up, tried to stop YOU from falling, and then fell himself. Right into the dining room where everyone else was.

Don't get him wrong, he wasn't planning on keeping you secret, he just didn't want your first experience to be 'shoved directly into worst possible situation from beginning.'

But now it is.

At the head of the table, Slenderman tilts his head to the side as if assessing the situation.

Jeff looks startled, pausing his guitar-practice abruptly to stare blankly.

Sally stopped playing with her dolls, and miraculously, Ben looked up from his game with a start.

EJ was cutting into a pancreas and slowly turned his head to look, before continuing what he was doing.

Masky and Hoodie both paused their game of Go Fish to stop in their tracks, startled.

And Toby was all but vibrating in his seat, wondering what was going on and when he could either say hi or start swinging, depending on what was going on.

LJ just laid there on the floor for a minute, before teleporting with a puff of black smoke a few steps in front of you, and holding out a clawed hand in front of you.

"Ok, they're not- they're not a victim, they're...don't touch 'em. Anyone touches 'em they'll find themselves a catalyst in a lethal Rube Goldberg machine as soon as I snap my fingers."