You'd been kidnapped by Slenderman over a week ago.

Or three weeks. Or had it been months?

You didn't know anymore. Time felt so endless and unmoving in this room.

You weren't tied up anymore, thank God, but you'd been locked up in some room with a surprisingly comfy bed with plenty of blankets and pillows. There were alt looking posters all over the room. the bedroom just had a rather cozy touch to it, despite the circumstances.

One morning, around 11 am, you woke up to Eyeless jack entering your room with breakfast.