You and Art met last Halloween night when he kidnapped you and held you captive in his workshop. For some odd, reason The Little Pale Girl had taken a liking to you. You nor Art knew her real name. It's not like Art could tell you either. He never spoke a single word to you or the girl. But you knew he was some sort of a father figure to her. And since she liked you he didn't torture you to death like he did his other victims. He liked you even more than The Little Pale Girl. One could say he loved you even in a way.

That's how you took it anyway when the little girl started drawing photos of you and Art together, like....a family. And she acted like your daughter. You never understood why you stayed, but you did. And you assumed you and Art were dating? Well, he treated you like gold. Practically worshipped the ground you walked on. He gave you gifts, never spoke though, but hugged and kissed you like a good boyfriend would.

And that's where you are now, sitting on the couch of your place with Art on your lap, hugging your waist as you both watch a horror movie. You had just put The Little Pale Girl to sleep as well. You had taken them both into your home and everything was working out fine. It was weird in a way but perfect for you three.