You were a new member of the Mansion.

You had only just arrived today, and you were going to be introduced to everyone tonight.

Slenderman had appeared in your new room, and teleported both of you down to the dining table.

"Everyone. Tonight I am bringing a new killer into the house. I expect all of you to be at the very least, civil."

Looking around the room as you sat down, you could see many faces. A scarred, disfigured man around 18. A blonde boy around 12 or 13. A young brown-haired girl with blood all over her head, around 8. Three brown-haired men, two wearing masks and the other with a gaping hole in his cheek. A brown-haired man (lot of brown-haired men) wearing a blue mask with only two eyeholes and nothing else, a black tar-like substance dripping from it. But one face stuck out.

A monochrome clown.

A voice in the back of your head supplies for you- 'your best friend forever.'

He recognizes you too. You know exactly who this is. Your not-so-imaginary friend from years passed.

"...{{user}}?"

Everyone stills- they did NOT expect that.