Edited on 6/23/16

Warning: Foul language and violent scenes ahead.

Sally's PoV:

Why does Jeff have to be such a butthead? I just wanted to play with him.

Sally wiped her tear stained face with the back of her hand as she walked through the woods. In her current state she had ran out of the mansion without paying attention to where she was going. And now she was lost. So she did the only thing she could think of doing, keep walking.

As she continued to walk through the dense woods, she admired the beauty of it. It wasn't everyday she could walk around freely without being hovered over by one of the many overprotective killers that she lives with. Hiking over tree roots and rotting branches that littered the floor, Sally's light pink ballet slippers darkened as she walked over wet patches on the ground but she paid no mind to it. Instead, she would jump through them and bounced to a tune only she could hear. Her giggles sounding like tiny bells ringing in the air.

After awhile she decided to take a break and rest. Looking around she spotted nice sized rock and sat on it. Her small body relaxed onto her make-shift seat. It was peaceful. Birds chirped and flew around minding their own business while other creatures did the same. Having a moment to herself, Sally thought it was about time to try and get back home. She wasn't worried in the least that she may never make it back. Someone would come and find her, most likely Slendy, if she couldn't find the way.

With that in mind, Sally was about to get up when she heard the sound of crunching leaves. From what the others had taught her, they sounded like they were pretty close and injured. Being the curious type, Sally followed the sound until she came across a patch of bushes. Getting down onto her hands and knees she crawled through a small hole that was conveniently the same size as she was. Maneuvering through the branches, she finally made it to the other side and was in awe of what she saw.

A small pond hidden within the safety of the trees surrounded by moss and other plants. Mist hovered over the water, throwing Sally into awe of the mysterious feel the place gave off.

So pretty.

She snapped out of her daze when she saw a girl standing next to a tree by the pond. Her breath hitched in her throat as she quickly lowered herself closer to the ground in hope that the stranger wouldn't see her. She didn't. Sally watched as she slowly walked over to a large rock that was next to the pond and slowly climbed on top of it. She slowly took off her backpack off and laid it next to her. The girl laid down in a relaxed position, hands behind her head. Sally didn't move for a good 10 minutes until her curiosity got the best of her.

Tentatively, Sally climbed out from under the bush and tipped toed her way over to the stranger. She paid no mind to what she was doing until she stepped on a branch that gave out a loud snap. Yelping, Sally jumped back and quickly looked up at the girl only to find that she hadn't moved. Confused and curious, Sally slowly creeped her way over to the rock and used some of the rocks surrounding it to climb to the top. Peaking over the top, Sally let out a relieved sigh that the girl was sound asleep.

Sally looked down at the girls sleeping face and let out a quiet gasp. Half her face was covered in dried blood from a large cut while the other half was swollen, like someone had hit her, hard. She felt a small pain enter her un-beating heart at the sight. It was a painful sight to see. Especially to someone that was as pretty as her.

Her (h/c) was a tangled mess with blood in the area where the cut was. Her clothes were wrinkled and a little bloody but it was her skin that caught Sally's attention. Her (s/c) looked unnatural. Some areas were paler and discolored than others.

"I'll clean you up and then go home. Just wait for a moment while I go get some water." Sally whispered trying not to disturb her sleep. She hovered her small hand over the girls cheek, barely touching it, afraid that she might harm her further. Climbing down from the rock, Sally made her way over to the pond and pulled out a handkerchief that Slendy had given her from her dresses pocket. It was a gift from him and she hoped that he wouldn't mind if she used it to clean the girl. After she dipped it into the pond she climbing back on top of the rock and gently started to with her face clean of blood.

She must be really tired. She hasn't moved yet. I wonder what happened to her. She's very pretty.

A gasp escaped from her lips when she was done.

Whoever this girl was had applied a lot of make-up to hide something and Sally had just discovered what. Her eyes slowly roamed over the girl's face and was shocked to discover that not only was the girl's left cheek swollen with a hand print on it but her right cheek was also bruised as well. Sally recalled how carefully she had pulled herself up on top of the rock and glanced down at her stomach. Wide eyed, Sally gasped as she gently lifted the hoodie and shirt up. There was a large black and blue bruise forming on her (s/c) skin. She noticed more bruises as well. They were new but not as new as the one that covered her stomach. Sally's eyes began to water as she covered her mouth with one shaky hand while putting her hoodie back in its original spot. Glancing over towards the sleeping girl's face, Sally could see some bruises peaking out from under the sleeves of the girl's hoodie.

"What happened to you?" she whispered to herself. Suddenly the girl's eyes fluttered open, startling her. She looked at Sally, but her (e/c) eyes were glazed over, like she was still half asleep. A small gentle yet pained smile spread across her lips as she lifted a hand to Sally's cheek. Startled by this action, Sally could only stare with wide green eyes.

"Don't cry," she said, her voice like a soft melody. "You have no need to cry."

Sally watched as her eyes slowly shut and she fell back asleep. Leaning forward, Sally placed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead before hopping off the rock. Tears were falling from her eyes again as she looked up at the sleeping figure.

Of course I'll cry, silly. No one with a heart like yours should be hurt like you are now.

Sally may have still been a child, but she has lived a long enough life to be able to judge someone for what they're worth. With one last glance over her shoulder, Sally crawled through the hole and made her way down the path she had previously taken. Except this time, she had a goal.

Your PoV:

It's dark. Peaceful. There's no yelling. No cursing. No pain. The only sound that filled the air were the crickets that played their music around you.

Wait, crickets?... OH SHIT!

Jolting up, pain shoots through your stomach, making you grimace as you pull out your old flip phone and look at the time.

6:57 PM.

Your eyes widen. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

Crap! When the hell did I fall asleep?

You quickly jump off the rock, stumbling a bit as you land on you feet. Pain shot through your body as you run like your life depended on it, which it did. Tree branches slap your face as you trip over tree roots and bushes. It felt like the woods were trying to hold you back, to postpone the inevitable.

Damn it all to hell!

As fast as you could possibly run, you sprinted through the trees until you finally stumbled upon the street that was only a few short blocks away from your house. Without stopping, you sped down the side walk. Your heart beat a mile a minute, not only from exhaustion but also from the anxiety you were getting from what may be waiting for you.

Within minutes you were panting in front of the old, rundown building you called your house. It was a two story cabin style house with chipped paint and wood with crack dirty windows. Hesitantly, you crept up the creaky porch steps and peaked through the front door. No one was around. Quietly you tip toe in and shut the door, cringing when it let out a loud creak. Speed walking into the kitchen, you make your way to the fridge in hopes to grab something and race back to your room before someone saw you. That hope was quickly shattered when someone cleared their throat behind you.

"Well look at who's home. Where have you been? It's past your curfew." Slowly you turn around and find your father leaning against the doorway drunk. Your mother behind him glaring at you. She's drunk too.

"I went for a walk and lost track of time." You mumble as look at them both with fear clearly showing in your eyes.

"HA! You think I'll believe that crap?" He snickers at you.

It's the truth though. Sort of.

You went to say something but before you could your father walked up to you and grabbed a fist full of your hair.

"OW!" Tears sprang to your eyes as he dragged your body up the stairs to your room and threw you, causing the back of your head to slam against the corner of your bed frame. A loud crack echoed through the room as pain exploded in your head. Blood started to flow from your head, pooling around your head and shoulder.

"You're a pathetic creature that needs to die!" Your father kicks you repeatedly in the stomach. Blood gushes out of your mouth, choking you and filling your lungs as you desperately try to gasp for air. Your mind faintly registers that fact that your father had stopped kicking you and was now exiting the room. Just before you slip into oblivion you hear from downstairs, "Is she dead yet?"

~In your mind~
Darkness surrounds you. You hear nothing. You see nothing. You feel nothing. It's like you are floating in open space. The only thing that you're aware of now is that the pain is gone. You are finally free of everything. Your parents. The bullying. Free from life itself. But you don't feel safe here. You knew what had happened. You knew why you were here. And you knew that you didn't want it.

"Do you truly wish to die, (y/n)?" A soft voice surrounds you, wrapping you in a cold embrace.

"Who are you?" You mumble, not being able to manage anything louder.

"That is known of your concern for the time being. Now answer me."

You remain silent for a moment. "I don't know."

The unknown being chuckles. It's voice is so soft that you couldn't tell were it was male or female. "We both know that is a lie. Now tell me... Do... You... Want... To die?" It speak as if it's talking to a small child.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, I don't want to die." Your voice comes out softer than it was before.

"I can save you. Give you a new life..." It pauses for a moment. "However, you must agree to my terms first." It says behind you.

Turning around you see two piercing grey eyes staring at you. Its pupils are slitted like a cat's. Slowly you nod your head for it to continue. "You must give up your sanity and make those who have hurt you pay dearly."

Without a second thought, you agreed.

"Deal."

Before you could say anything else a white piercing light blinds you out of no where and sends you falling. Bringing back to the living.

~Present~

Your eyes spring open as your back arches off the ground as air rushes back into your lungs. Big heaping gasps leave your body as you frantically look around and find that you are still laying on the floor of your room. By instinct one of you hands moves up to your chest to soothe the area above your heart. However, where-- in a normal situation-- your rapidly beating heart should be, you felt nothing. No beating. No blood rushing. Nothing.

Lifting your hand up to your neck, you tried to feel for a pulse. Nothing.

How?

You slowly heaved your blood soaked body up with a new found strength. Your body felt different: newer, stronger, more alive than you have ever felt before. Which is ironic since you discovered that you don't even have a beating heart. Walking towards the door, you quickly discover that you now walk with a silent grace. Making your way silently towards the bathroom, the first thing you notice as you look upon yourself are your eyes.

Your once plain (e/c) eyes are now a deep mysterious grey, the pupil's slitted like a cat's, surrounded by thick black eyelashes. Your dull (h/c) hair is now pure black and shiny with streaks of grey randomly dispersed through it, your lips now full and are stained a deep blood red. Your cuts and bruises had healed, leaving no scars behind. As you raised your hand to touch your face, you notice that you finger nails are long with sharp pointed ends. You stare at your reflection a grin like the Cheshire Cat, you notice that your fangs are a little longer too and extremely sharp.

I'm absolutely gorgeous.

"What are we going to do with her body?" You abruptly stop admiring yourself when you hear voices coming from downstairs. Something unfamiliar flares in the back of your mind, giving you a rush of rage and malice. And you loved it. You grin manically when you realize that it was your 'mother' that had spoken.

"I don't know. We can call Joey in the morning and ask him to help hide the body."

The voices were coming from downstairs. Your grin widens when an idea pops into your mind. Looking out the door you notice that the window down the hall showed completely darkness outside. Today was the day of the new moon. Since the streetlights on your street didn't work, there was absolutely no light filtering in into the house.

Perfect.

With grace and agility you quickly make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. They were in the so called 'office' that was down a hall next to the kitchen which gave you the perfect opportunity to put your plan into action. Quickly yet silently you pealed the floor boards up and pulled out you 'father's' twin daggers. They were specially crafted by some guy he stole it off but they were perfect. They were made to leave wounds that could kill. Both were made of the strongest steel with handles wrapped in leather and clothe. Moving quickly, you tuck the sheathed knives in the back of the pants before pulling your hoodie over them and turned off the kitchen lights, then turn off the living room lights, and finally the hallway.

"What happened to the lights?" Your mother's voice echoes into the living room, where your shadowed form is crouched by the couch. Small pebbles held in one hand and the TV remote in the other.

"I don't know. Maybe the lights burned out." Your father suggested nonchalantly.

"All of them?" She questioned.

You heard a sigh then the sound of two pairs of footsteps walking down the hall. It was pitch black inside. But that didn't bother you. With your growing list of self-discoveries you had found that your eyesight had improved to the point were you basically had night vision. So you could see your father make his way down the hall with his wife towards the light switch. Right as he switches the light you threw a pebble, busting the light bulb that sent glass and sparks to rain on them. Your father jumped and your mother screamed and crutched onto his arm. You could smell the fear coming off them.

Your father tried switching on the living room light next only for you to do the same thing, showering the room in darkness once again. Your mother ran for the kitchen to try that light but you continued with your game and did the same thing.

"What the hell is happening?!" Your mother screams she tries to make her way back to her husband only to trip over the wood planks and breaks her ankle.

Her screams echo through the house, sending delightful shivers down your spine. Your mothers pained cries and your fathers frantic yelling stop for a moment when you turn on the television. Both are shaking as the static from the television grates on their nerves. Your mother cries pull your father from his trance and he quickly moves over to her to help her up since he can now somewhat see her.

They talk for a moment until both finally spot your form casually sprawled out on top of the couch with your hood over your head. There eyes widen when the see you playing with one of your father's daggers.

Your father angrily takes a step towards your form but stops immediately when you lift you head up, allowing him to see your face from the light the tv was emitting.

"Who the hell are you?!" He yells as he cautiously eyes you.

A malicious grin spreads across your lips as you stare into his eyes. "Don't you know who I am, daddy?" He takes a step back in shock as you stand and remove the hood. "I'm a little hurt that you don't recognize your own daughter. You know, the one you tried to kill?" Your eyes flash as you spoke that last phrase.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish while his wife stands leaning against the wall with her's wide open.

"How?" His eyes flash angrily. "You're supposed to be dead!" He yells as he takes a step towards your now standing figure.

You lift the dagger up in warning. "You're right. I was dead. However I realized that there was something I still had to do."

"And w-what's that?" Your mother stutters out.

Your grin widens as your eyes begin to glow bright eerie blue. "Well that, mommy dearest, is to kill you."

Without any warning you rush forward towards your father and shoulder check him, sending him flying into the wall right next to your mother. She screams but is silenced when you slap her across the face, dragging your nails into her flesh as she falls to the ground. She tries to crawl her way towards the kitchen to try and get away from you.

How pathetic. She thinks that she can try to escape me.

Grabbing her by her broken ankle, her screams ring through the air as you pick her up by the hair with ease and push her onto a dining room chair that was conveniently there. Walking over to the window, you rip the curtains off its pole and quickly ripped into strips before using them to tie her to the chair. When that was done, you grab another chair and set it next to her before going over to your unconscious father and did the same thing to him.

Turning towards your mother, you smile maliciously down at her. "Now don't go anywhere. I have a surprise for both of you." Her cries are muffed by the clothe you gagged her with.

Turning away, you go up into their 'office' and grab the trunk that they kept all their little 'toys' for you in. You return to the living room and drop the trunk on the floor with a loud thud. Your father jolts awake for the sound and looks around confused before realizing what kind of position he was in. He tries to yell at you but it's muffled by a gag. His eyes widen in fear when he sees the trunk.

You grin. "Oh, you remember this? I'm glad because now," you lean forward so that your noses are practically touching, "I'm going to give you the same treatment you gave me." Standing back up you go over to the trunk and lifted up the lid. Letting out a low whistle you start pulling out objects. "Needles... Whips... Spiked metal collars... Bear traps... Batons... Knives... And so many more! But I think I'm going to keep this one for my own purposes." You muse as you strap a metal spiked whip to your hip. Before you do anything else you untie the gags.

"You're fucking crazy!" Fly out of their mouths as you take a step back and grab on object, which happened to be a baton.

Your grin was like the Cheshire Cat's. Wide and crazy as you look at them