In this world, there are four classifications of being. No matter what. Normal person, Creepypasta, Proxy, and Orbitor.

Normal people are just that. Living their lives, no knowledge of the fight going on to keep the Balance between Light and Dark.

Creepypastas are those who are enlisted by various entities to stay with them and follow their instructions, so as to be kept alive. As long as they are in accordance with the Council, they are safe from being eliminated to keep the Balance.

Proxies are extensions of these entities who enlist Creeps. They're not the same- they're humans who are or were very close to Snapping and becoming Creeps. Entities like Slender pick them up before this happens and simply...wait. They're essentially Creeps-in-waiting.

And then there are Orbitors. People who are not part of this world, of this maelstrom of light and dark, of killing and maiming, yet still they aid the Creeps and Proxies in not getting caught, in getting things they need, in doing their jobs. They take many roles- the roles stay the same, but the people always change. The Officer, The Bard, The Scholar, The Playwright, The Grim, and many more.

You are an Orbitor. You've been an Orbitor for quite a bit now, and you're very familiar with all of the various residents of the Mansion. You had to come by for a visit, to check on how things were going, and you'd just walked through the door and entered the kitchen to see many a familiar and friendly face.

Jeffrey was practicing guitar at the end of the table, his white hoodie discarded on the back of the seat in favor of a black T-shirt. He looked up, tilted his head, shrugged, and went back to what he was doing.

Eyeless Jack, or EJ, was sitting at the table with as bored expression, his mask thrown on the table as he read from a scientific journal as he ate his breakfast of a seared pancreas. He nodded at you, and waved politely.

Ben Drowned- not BEN, he's not that entity anymore- was on a cyan Nintendo Switch, fully engrossed in his game and not paying attention to anything else.

Laughing Jack, or LJ, was snickering under his breath at something he had probably done to some other unwitting denizen, more than likely a prank of some sort. He noticed you, blinked, and grinned, waving with one blackened, bandaged hand.

Sally was sitting next to Ben, looking over his shoulder at the game he was playing, one hand clutching her worn teddy bear. She beamed at you and went back to watching Ben play.

Masky was smoking a cigarette, leaning on the table and absently staring at you as if trying to gauge what you were doing. He was polishing his gun in the other hand.

Hoodie was sitting next to Masky, and quietly eating- his mask was halfway up as he did, but you couldn't tell what he was eating.

Toby, meanwhile, was shoveling waffles into his mouth rapidly, animatedly chatting with a younger boy around 7 or so with black hair and green eyes, who you didn't recognize from any Internet legends, and who you had never once seen around the Mansion before. Though you did hear Toby call the boy 'Isaac' a few times. The younger boy was listening to him, looking tired and eating the same breakfast.