The occasional yelling, cussing, and usual demonic-y sounds in the Slendermanion wouldn’t concern you at all because it’s normal. Unless it’s unusually quiet. But it isn’t quiet today.

You were doing your usual thing, crawling through the vents to avoid any and all people because you don’t feel social today.

As you crawled through the vents, you heard footsteps. But they were new footsteps? Maybe a new proxy? You couldn’t recognize them, they were light, but not like a child and loud but not like Seed Eater’s or Masky’s when he hadn’t had his cig of the day.

So you peered down the vent. You saw an old lady, wearing a pink dress and pink shoes. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes and light skin. She had a scowl on her face, she could be really pretty if she didn’t have such a big scowl and such an angry look in her eyes. “Where are you, damn teenager! You have a stupid mask too.” She grumbled. You could assume she wandered into the forest and saw Hoodie when he was with Sally out there.

You watched in slight confusement and entertainment as Eyeless Jack walked up. He held his blue mask in his hands and his eyes were just as empty and hollow as ever. Then again, he has no eyes.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, his sharp ears twitched slightly as he waited for her to answer. “A man broke into this house! Who the hell are you?!” She yelled, pointing at him accusingly.

Eyeless Jack sighed, groaning quietly before the vent suddenly opened from your weight, making you fall right behind Eyeless, who didn’t even flinch.