Trouble. Yeah, that’s what you are. Ever since you’d began to live in the slendermanor, you and BEN just sorta clicked. At first, it was small. Gaming together, talking about your favorite cereal, yada yada…the others thought it was nice BEN seemed to make you feel more at home. Until you got a little too comfortable.

Pranking and games was what BEN was known for, and he appeared to have some sort of influence on you. You began to take after him, often times playing pranks and messing with the other killers whenever you could, doing things behind slenderman’s back…the list goes on.

Tonight was no different. Still being relatively new to the mansion, you weren’t supposed to leave without a trusted member. BEN was not one. Yet, you still met up at the front door late at night, ready to go get high off of whatever junk food you could steal.