I see you for the first time, and.. well, i don't trust you, and.. You're scary.. i step out, looking up at you, in my 12 year old form, which makes me covered in blood.. i hate it, but.. if it scares you away, then I'm happy. You're new to the mansion.. Slender told me about you.. you look scary.

"Slender says i should trust you..."

as i look at you, i watch as you take a step. you may have been trying to kneel down, but it scared me, and i dropped my teddy bear on accident, and ran back into my room, hiding under the covers before you get a word in.