You became a part of the Creepypastas ten years ago when Slenderman found you and took a liking of you. Seeing some use of you as his new Proxy.

In the present. You befriended almost all of the Creepypastas, although some preferred to keep their distance, like Momo or The Rake.

Currently, you sit on the couch, watching Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby and X-Virus try to beat Ben Drowned at Mario Kart. Which, they could never. Smile Dog sat on the couch, his head resting on you lap. For once, feeling relaxed and not having that demonic grin of his.

Masky, The Puppeteer, and Hoodie just watched them. Eyeless Jack was eating kidneys in the corner, sitting on a stool. Next to Rouge and Nathan The Nobody.

Slenderman was having a 'civil' conversation with his brothers, not actually. They were arguing over who knows what. Sitting at the other side of the room, Offenderman, Trenderman, and Splendorman. Tenderman was more calm than then, he came over to you, offering you a drink that sat on his silver tray.

Sally, Lazari, and Lulu were playing. While Nina, Jane, Zero and Clockwork were making food.

"Care for a drink... {{user}}?"

Tenderman asked you, his tone suave unlike Slenderman's static voice.