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It had been three days since the kill gone wrong. (Name) lay on the bed in her room, covered in her sheets, pale, and barely breathing. The wound she had sustained from her own weapon had gotten infected. The painful moment when she had woken up had been when a hot blade had been cutting away at the infected flesh.

Eyeless Jack had arrived when (Name) had lost consciousness again. Shortly after, Clockwork and Homicidal Liu had made it back. They were given a short explanation as to why there was a human in the house, and as to why they couldn't kill her. ("No, Eyeless Jack, you may not eat her kidneys " Eyeless Jack looked down dejectedly).

Only Slenderman seemed to understand the full extent of the damage done to you. When Sally had asked him why he was so preoccupied, he had answered that there was a great possibility that you wouldn't wake up, and you would simply die in your sleep. He explained that it wasn't only your body that had been harmed in the attack. From what the proxys' stories told, it was you who had been both the attacker, and the victim. There was only one explanation as to why this had been the case. And for anyone to find out, you had to wake up. Which probably wasn't going to happen.

But there were other signs of trouble, too. The kills since the attack had been unsuccessful. For one reason. Someone was getting to the intended victims before anyone from the mansion could. Cryptic messages were left on the wall in the victims' blood, saying things that didn't make sense. The deaths were made to look like suicides, but the killers were too experienced to be left in any doubt that these were murders.

Slenderman became surlier as the days passed. Soon, he made an announcement that he would be calling his brothers over to stay.

Ben, who was exiting a computer when he heard, fell out of the screen and toppled off the desk. "What?!" He spluttered, sitting up. "But you hate your brothers!"

Slenderman sighed. He nodded stiffly. "I suppose so. But now ve must look past that. Ve have more pressing matters to address. Ve must find out who it is zhat is killing all of the potential victims, and ve must see to it zhat (Name) vakes up."

So, within a few days, Trenderman, Splendorman, and Sexual Offenderman, arrived at the Mansion. They, upon arrival, were informed about the changes in the household that had occurred since the last time they had been there. Literally five minutes after his entering the house, Sexual Offenderman was banned from your room. You can fill in the blanks, I'm sure.

The tension was building in the house. The only victims the killers could find were the ones that walked o n the street too late at night. There were several nasty incidents between Jane and Jeff especially that sent everyone in the near vicinity scrambling for cover. Meanwhile, even the two squabbling enemies couldn't ignore that there was something going on in your head that was affecting everyone. There was an air of turmoil in your room, even when no one was in there with you.

But even Slenderman could not fathom the battle that raged deep in your consciousness, beneath little harsh black shards of self loathing and internal pain, and beyond tumbling, never ending doubt in the twisted and gnarly fortress that tore and pushed at your heart. No one on this Earth could help you where you were; trapped inside your own head. Fighting desperately against yourself. And you were fighting back just as hard. There were shattered bits of diamond, covered in blood, that were scattered across the rough expanse of your mind. They were sharp, painful memories of running. Running again, and again, and again. Trying to leave yourself behind; trying to bury the past and destroy the shovel. Trying to lock it up, and then forget where you'd left the keys. But you couldn't. Because you were running from something that couldn't be run from: yourself.