The shifting of the covers woke me. I couldn't remember where I was or who I was with. It felt nice, though. It was incredibly warm in the bed. I felt blissful having another presence beside me. I hadn't realized how cold it felt sleeping in a bed all by myself until now.

For a moment, I forgot what it was to feel alone for all those years. Don't get me wrong, I had friends, but we had grown farther apart if you know what I mean. Though they were still there, they didn't seem like the people they used to be. I realized we had grown and changed. It was normal for childhood friends to grow apart, but I hated it. I just wanted someone who wouldn't "leave" me. I know, I probably sounded like a clingy wimp. But I sure as hell wouldn't make it obvious.

Someone groaned behind me. It was low and definitely belonged to a male. I felt the warmth slowly climb up my cheeks, again. There was a man in the same bed as me......

Who the hell would want to sleep with me???..

Sorry-that came out wrong.

Who the hell would want to sleep in the same bed as me???

Though I was scared to, I brought my body to a sitting position and turned my head to look at my apparent bedmate. All I could see was a nest of messy black hair. Their shoulders slowly rose up and down in a synchronized manner, breathing. My face softened and I smiled wide.

"Oh, Jeff....." I whispered.

I took my time, taking in the sight of a serial killer looking so.......calm. I turned to look out the window. The sun peeked through the windows illuminating the room. I looked back to Jeff in a passive state. A sigh escaped my mouth and I slowly crept out of the room, trying not to wake him.

As I lay splayed out on the sofa later that day, I closed my eyes. Earphones were jammed in my ears. I would quietly recite the lyrics of the songs I knew as they played. A grin threatened to spread across my face as Weezer's "Island in the Sun" played. That song always brought a happy, nostalgic feeling to my little world. (Oml. Have you guys seen the music vid? It's so adorable)

I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped, turning around to see Laughing Jack. There was something....off about him. "H-hey, kiddo." he mused. Silently, I shuddered, "Hey.." I made a slight waving gesture with my hand. He didn't really seem like himself, or how he usually was towards me. Did he seem...annoyed? Angry? This unsettling feeling burrowed deep into my gut, making me want to throw up a little. No one was in the room except him and me. I felt a bit intimidated to have his massive form looming over me. The friendly supporting aura had seemed to dim inside him.

"What's up?" I murmured, unsure whether to say anything at all. "What did you do with him in there?" the clown blurted out of the blue. My body stood stark still for a moment. It really wasn't his business to know what we did in Jeff's room. I didn't want him getting the wrong idea though. "Oh. Well, I got wounded so he-" "Why would you go with him when he clearly hurt you?" His figure seemed to be leaning closer, making me uncomfortable "Ermm.....I-I don't k-know.....he wanted to help-lp." I stuttered. Damn. I really didn't want him to sense my fear, but it was too late. Jack seemed to realize he was making me uncomfortable, so he let up a bit. "Fine, fine" he relented and I relaxed. "Well, I'm gonna go have some fun with my guests I brought home." mused the clown with a wink and a very dark euphemism. I just stared at him until he left. "By the way," he whispered, stopping at the door, "scared suits you." Then, with that, he left quietly out the door.

I just sat in silence, trying to calm my heart down. It had been beating rapidly and my I had let out a breath I had been keeping for who knows how long. Nothing had made me feel more uncomfortable than that moment. Everything about that had felt wrong. I knew I was in trouble.

I went to get something from the fridge. Slender kind of allowed the residents here to eat whenever and whatever they wanted, just as long as they did their jobs well. It wasn't like he was their father, everyone here was pretty much grown, except for people like Sally.

As if on cue, Sally skipped in the room, asking for me to hang out with her. Of course, I didn't mind. It was always nice to remember a piece of childlike innocence in all this dark and serious gloom flooding the mansion.

We decided to sit out on the wooden porch of the mansion. It was a fairly warm day, but cloudy as usual. Clouds always seemed to form in the sky surrounding the mansion and woods. "So I heard your birthday is coming up!" She exclaimed excitedly. I nodded, "It really isn't that big of a deal. My birthdays are usually boring anyway." The child then gave me a look and stuck out her tongue, blowing a raspberry, which caused me to giggle. "It IS a big deal." She emphasized, "Everyone always celebrates MY birthday, but no one else's. I feel like a little kid around here." She pouted and crossed her arms. I laughed again. Sally always seemed to make me laugh and lighten my mood. "Maybe they just do it because you're the most special one here." I hummed. "Oh yeeeah.." she trailed, looking down, lost in her train of thought. "Still....you're a big kid. And you're so pretty. If we celebrate your birthday, I'll be just like you!" It made me flustered that she looked up to me of all people, but it felt nice.  She had told me she would have to spend a long time here with the adults until she properly knew how to take care of herself on her own, then it would be her choice whether to leave or stay. My guess is that she would stay, just because of her fondness for Smile Dog and Slender. I also thought she should stay due to her never being able to fully......develop. She had died years ago, yet she was alive...I don't think she was necessarily a zombie because she sure as hell had brains....All this supernatural stuff never really made sense to me. Sally said that after she died, she woke up. Nothing really hurt anymore, despite the serious looking wounds caking her body.

I, of course, had many questions about everyone that lived in the mansion. But that didn't matter. I smiled at her and we talked some more, about things like why pokèmon should and shouldn't exist in real life, and why the sky is blue.

After a few hours, I decided to go inside. It was getting dark and chilly outside. As I stepped through the doors, the warm, yellowish-orange hued lights accompanied by the temperature of the fire-lit chimney welcomed me back inside. I sauntered over to the island counter in the kitchen and leaned my elbows on it, deep thought. A moment later I felt the weight of Jeff's hand on my shoulder. "I-uh saw makeup-face over there talking to you....You-uh-alright, kid?" "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I snorted. He scratched his head, "It's just you didn't look too happy....He do somethin?" A sigh escaped my mouth, "Jeff, you don't have to be so worried. He's my friend. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me." The killer looked down, "I-uh....okay...Just watch your back around him. He's been acting weird...especially around you and I.."

I cocked my head, "You too?"

Jeff shrugged, "Yeah...he's been giving me these looks....I don't know...." My brows furrowed, "It'll probably blow off sooner or later." He grunted, "I hope so."

"Anyways, about last night..." he trailed off. My face immediately raised in temperature, "Don't say it like we actually did something!" I whisper yelled, glancing around the room anxiously. I hoped people hadn't overheard us. Luckily no one but us was present at the moment. He held up his hands and I just sighed in embarrassment, "D-did you mean anything by.....sleeping in the same bed as me?" I waited for a response and looked at his feet in a fluster. I certainly could not him in the eyes now. Not when I had just said that....

Jeff was quiet for awhile, but eventually, he tensely spoke, "What do you mean?"  I sighed in annoyance, "N-nevermind." I changed the subject, "So, have you killed recently?" A satisfied smile graced his lips, "Actually, yes." I continued to stare at his smile. Not the carved one, but the genuine smile plastered on his face. It somehow made me too. "I showered so that's why I'm not, you know, all messy." The thought of him in the shower invaded my mind and I felt squirrelly. Fuck you, (Y/N). "Honestly, I prefer the blood all over me" Jeff grinned, "It makes me feel sexy as fuck." This guy was certainly messed up in the head. Most people's opinions on "sexy" would differ tremendously compared to his. Was it bad that it kind of turned me on? Shit....I really had it bad for him...why, (Y/N)? Why him?

"Uhuh...." I just blushed and looked at the ground. He seemed amused and raised his brow, "You think so?" I looked him in the eyes, then turned away, a red mess. I heard him chuckle and pat my shoulder before sauntering off.

(A/N: I am so sorry for the wait. But now that I'm off of school, I'll be able to write more :D if you have suggestions for a chapter pls comment below.)