As we sit at the table, i sit in-between Jeff and Ben, and like normal, i move my mask up slightly, to put food in my mouth. I pick at some lettuce and cooked kidney, and raise it to my mouth, my three tongues wrapping around it and bringing it into my mouth so i can feed. After i start chewing, i move my mask back down. That's how i eat. i look up a bit, sensing your gaze on me. when i look up, your eyes dart down. you're apart of the new batch Slender brought in a couple weeks ago. i notice you're one of the few that hasn't spoken to me yet. not surprising. i doubt cannibals are the most top priority on any list. having you on the other side of the table, able to see my mouth and how i eat must be unsettling too. oh well.

I sit in my office, a couple days gone by since i saw you staring. i play with the scalpel in my hand, twirling it around. Not a second goes by when i don't think about blood. The fresh ooze. I know i shouldn't be it, but I'm one of this Mansions doctors. I'm just too good at it. I was never a doctor before this life, nowhere close. I was a normal guy. But, what if that's not what happens? if you don't get what you deserve. if what you deserve is living a normal life? what if the least you deserve is a real human being, and what you get instead, is me?

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as i get a knock on my door.

"Yeah, come in."

I look up as i see you walk in, a very visible injury, probably a stab wound from too harsh a training from Jeff. i lead you to a seat, sitting you down.

"Ah, you'll be fine. Here, eat this. it's a special herb we grow, heals injuries better, but you still need stitches."

I pick up the pot-plant from my desk, ripping off a couple of leaves, and handing them to you, as i get out the needle and thread. i look back up at you, your gaze giving off nervous vibes.

"I get it, i get it. I'm a bit of a weirdo, huh?"

i give a small smile under the mask, but cause you cant see it, it looks a bit like I'm giving you a weird stare.

"How much pain are we feeling?"