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"A week?!" You spluttered. Splendorman smiled sympathetically. "Yes, a week. And you missed a lot while you were asleep."

You groaned, and ran a hand through your bangs. "You gonna fill me in, or do I have to suffer through everyone being douche bags until I can actually move again?"

He did tell you, however. After he had explained about the kills gone wrong, and the members of the household that you hadn't met, he assured you that they would bring up food with members of the house that were less likely to kill and/or rape you. As he was about to leave, Splendorman stopped suddenly, and turned to say, "Ooh, I almost forgot. Slenderman says you've got a lot of explaining to do when you are well enough to go downstairs to the common area. Or something like that."

You huffed, and sank back into your pillows. It was going to be a long month.

~o0o~

By the time you were able to actually sit up and walk around, Slenderman's patience was wearing thin. The person behind the killings hadn't been caught, and you had yet to explain the catastrophe that had been your first kill. So it was that one morning had found you in the common area, perched on the arm of the couch and with all eyes on you. The crowd of you were waiting for Slenderman to arrive. When he finally swept into the room, all attention was promptly focused on you. Slenderman looked to you expectantly.

"Ve are here to find out why your first kill vent so badly. And who zhat person vas zhat you vere fighting." He said. You swallowed.

"I think the only way for me to explain this properly is for me to start at the very beginning. When I was born, I was left in an orphanage. Just after I turned three, I ran away." A this, you were interrupted.

"Why did you leave?" Asked Homicidal Liu. You snorted. "The caretakers there were drunk a lot. I was used to getting hit, but then one of them got angry, and threw a knife at me. It caught me on my neck." You pulled down the collar of your T-shirt to reveal a four inch long scar that was painted harshly against the side of your neck.

Then you continued, "I lived on the streets for a while, sort of migrating from place to place. I slept in abandoned buildings, bought food that I could afford, stole food that I couldn't. Until I was seven." You broke off, biting your lip. How were you supposed to say this? "That's where shit started happening. When I was, er, sleeping, I saw (Name) again. She sort of explained everything to me. Turns out that she was a part of my soul that tore away from thee rest of it on its own. Don't ask, I don't know how."

"Was." Jeff said. You looked at him quizzically. "You said 'was a part of you soul.'"

"Yeah. But we sort of, merged, while I was asleep. I'll explain later." Jeff was looking at you as though you had grown a second head. For all the information you had just given them, you mused, you might as well have.

"Vhat I am curious about is vhat exactly happened when zhe two of you split, as it vere." Slenderman' tone sounded wary.

"Well, it started with a headache. I had been having one all that day, but it wasn't too bad, so I ignored it. But it just kept getting worse. At one point, I think I passed out. When I woke up, There was someone identical to me getting up in front of me. I was terrified, I didn't know what was happening. But I think she must have been, too. She attacked me. It's pretty much a blur at that point, it hurt so much. When I woke up the next morning, I was lying in a pool of my own blood. She was following me for years and years after." You cast your eyes to your lap.

For a time, no one spoke. Then Ben remarked, "That's fucked up. Even by my standards." You grinned loosely. It felt as if the muscles in your face had to work extra hard. Despite Ben's statement, you felt calmer than you had in years.