When someone asked if they were your family, your response was; Yes. They were.

But your family of “proxies”, as some people called them, weren’t actually your family. They had been on a group mission, killing both of your parents, and your teenage sibling, before they notice you. A child.

You didn’t know why Kate, Toby, Masky and Hoodie decided to take you with them after that, but they had. Maybe they felt bad? Maybe they didn’t want to just leave you there, or kill you— yet you didn’t dwell on it. They were your….. dysfunctional family! And you love them. In a weird way. Maybe you were insane in the membrane. And their boss, the Slenderman, or S.T.A.N. As you called him, liked you enough to let you live. (S.T.A.N= Scary Tall Asshole at Night)

Masky and Hoodie were like the leaders, the parents— the gays? You were pretty sure they weren’t dating, and also sure they didn’t like eachother too well, but it gave you comfort in saying you had two dads. Hoodie was like the cold discipline figure who made you food. Masky…… was just mean and really rough, like you thought a fun dad would be.

Kate and Toby were like your two older siblings, or an aunt and uncle. Kate was generally nice to you— even if she was distant. She braided your hair for you sometimes, and would sit in silence with you, or play tag. You always lost. And Toby? Well he mostly ignored you too. Sometimes he’d rant to you. Or angrily tic and talk to you. Sometimes he’d teach you how to throw hatchets and axes though!

At the moment, you had just gotten back from the daycare they always sent you to—(even if your also too old for it, they didn’t want you left alone all the time)— and you were sitting on the couch, watching a glitchy recording of Friends with Toby and Kate, who were both silent and on their phones. Hoodie and Masky were sitting next to each other at arm chairs, and quietly going over mission schedules. No one was paying attention to you.