📍Notez: only a couple more chapters before the end of this book!
📍this chapter is just introducing some of the characters that haven't appeared yet.
📍 This is our longest chapter yet! I wrote it all in one day 🤭
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It was the next day, and you were finally allowed to explore again. Oh wow, what a genius idea. Let's check the top floor first.
You bravely sauntered down the corridor, tracing your fingers against the patterned wallpaper.
You came to an abrubt halt when you heard gentle piano playing.
The singing sounded like it came from a grand piano, and the person was playing 'Clair De Lune' by Debussy.
You couldn't help but feel enraptured as you ventured towards the captivating melody.
Opening the door, just a smidge, you saw a black-haired female sat underneath the window on the piano. She had paper white skin like Jeff, and she had many split ends in her long black hair.
You stepped forward, causing the floor to creak. You uttered a curse as the piano stopped, and the female turned around.
She had feminine features like Masky, and her nails were painted jet black in the coffin shape.
"Y/N?"
Her voice was smooth, like honey.
Sweet, smooth, gone.
"Y-Yes? Who are you?"
You stuttered as she rose, towering above you.
"My name's Jane. Jane the killer. I already know you of course, my dear"
She took your hand in hers, fingers tracing over your bruised knuckles.
She seemed to frown at the many marks put on you by the boys.
"Animals"
She tutted.
Somewhere in the distance, you heard someone call your name, causing you both to turn towards the open doorway.
"I guess I better respond to that then"
You laughed nervously, sweat dripping down your forehead.
"They put you on parole?"
She smirked, crossing her arms and leaning on one leg.
You swallowed nervously.
"Y-Yeah... Better than nothing though, right?"
Jane leaned forward, grabbing your chin and bringing your face closer to hers.
She then gave you a quick peck on the lips, causing you to blush heavily.
"Just don't do anything stupid again, or we'll have to... Amputate per se"
You stood up straight, nodding quickly and almost bolting out of the room.
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A little while later, you were back on the top floor, looking around before you came across more bedroom doors.
Some of which you recognised, some you didn't want to open, there was one with teeth - yes fucking sharp teeth - and one was painted in many shades of red.
You pressed the door open lightly, and saw another black haired make sat in front of an easel. He was painting roses with what looked to be blood, making you gag a little.
You decided to take your chances and greet him, enchanted by his art work.
"Hello... I like your painting"
You said, nervous to see his reaction.
He froze up in shock, obviously not expecting someone to enter his room.
He gently placed his paintbrush on the bottom of his easel before turning around to face you, slowly.
He had a white mask with black eyes and a red smiley face painted poorly on it with blood.
He wore a plain black shirt with a blue blazer over the top, a yellow smiley face pin placed snugly on the jacket. He also wore matching blue pants and black dress shoes.
"Y/N... Come here"
You walked over to him, warily.
He patted his knee for you to sit.
You took a seat and he picked up a small pin.
"Would you like to contribute to the piece, honey?"
You weren't sure what he was implying, so you simply nodded thinking he was going to let you paint a little.
But that was NOT what he meant. Like at all.
He gently took your finger and pricked it with the pin.
You let out a sharp hiss in pain as he held your bloody finger over his pallete.
When you finally stopped producing blood from your small wound, he picked up a smaller brush from his mug of tools, and signed his canvas WITH YOUR BLOOD.
He kissed your bloody spot, smiling under his mask.
"You might want to go to EJ for that"
And with that he let you go and you turned away before he grabbed your arm.
"The name's Helen by the way"
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Reaching EJ's office, you saw him talking to a tall woman.
She had Reddish brown hair and pure blood red eyes.
She looked a little like Frankenstein's monster since she had various stitches on parts of her body.
She was wearing a black and red themed nurses dress with a mask and hat to match.
They seemed to just be idly chatting before they noticed you.
"Oh Y/N, what brings you down here?"
EJ questioned.
You held your finger out to him and you could see him scowl a little under his mask.
"who."
He said coldly.
"A guy called Helen? I think?"
You shivered remembering the way he mercilessly butchered your finger with the red drawing pin.
"Typical Helen"
The tall woman tutted, placing her hands steadily on her hips and leaning on one leg.
She took a plaster from her pocket and waltzed towards you, motioning you to show her your damaged finger.
You did so and she carefully wrapped the plaster around your wound.
"By the way, Y/N, this is Nurse Ann"
EJ informed you.
It seems that he calmed down a little.
"Ignore the formalities hun, just call me Ann and I'll call you mine"
Damn this woman is smooth!
You blushed a little, making her chuckle.
"Oh by the way Y/N, Toby's looking for you, he's in the lounge"
EJ said, exasperated.
You nodded before hearing towards the doorway.
"I-It was nice meeting you, Ann"
You stuttered.
"And you, me, dear"
You blushed again, and waved goodbye to EJ. He waved back and you made your way to the lounge.
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Upon entering the lounge, Toby leaped on you immediately.
"Y-Y/N help me!"
You looked at him confused as he nuzzled your cheek against yours.
"Hey! Don't hide behind her! You know I won't hurt her! Coward!"
Then another woman revealed herself.
The first thing you noticed about her was how her eye was replaced with a pocket watch. She had brown hair and her other eye was emerald green. She had stitches around her mouth in a smiley patterns and they seemed to be fading. Her outfit consisted of a white low cut top, a green jacket with a furry hood, some black leggings and a pair of sneakers.
You could hear the ticking of her clock eye.
"My name is Clockwork by the way, or Natalie, and I already know your name sweetie"
She smiled before turning back to Toby, snarling at the boy.
With battle axe in hand, she raised her arms preparing to strike, before you intervened.
"H-Hey now! Let's not fight!"
You gulped nervously and broke out into a cold sweat, Toby hiding behind your back on his knees and Clockwork's arms still raised.
"She's right you know, don't want another report, hm?"
A girl stood in the doorway, hands intertwined with one another and resting on her thighs.
The girl had a blonde bob and pure black eyes, they were really pretty.
She wore all white, as in a white dress, white arm cuffs, white socks and small white boots.
She had a gentle smile on her lips.
She turned to you.
"Hi sweets, I'm Angela, or Angie"
You smiled back at her, and Natalie scoffed.
"What? Angela? Got bored of Dina?"
Angela's smile was now strained.
"No. It's Angela. It's always been Angela. I've never heard of Dina in my life."
Angela insisted.
You didn't know where Dina came from, but it was clear that these two had a past.
"Th-They don't get-et along very well"
Toby whispered in your ear.
You nodded back.
"I'm gonna go, I think I just heard someone call my name, hehehe.. "
You sweat dropped, but the women never tore their eyes away from eachother.
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You felt unnerved as you walked away from the lounge.
You hoped they didn't fight, because you didn't want the atmosphere to be tense again.
Of course nobody called you, it was just an excuse you made up to leave.
Fuck!
You left Toby there!
Oh well, it's revenge for the past couple months.
Suddenly, you heard the fast pitter patter of tiny feet before someone bumped into you.
It was a little girl.
She was wearing a pink dress, had long brown hair and piercing green eyes.
She had blood dripping down her forehead and a teddy bear under her arm.
She bounced back off of you and landed on her rear. Tears welled up in her large eyes, and you couldn't help but fuss over her.
"Are you okay sweetheart?! Are you hurt?! Do I need to go get EJ"
You helped her up, and before you could respond you both heard a terrifying call.
"OH SAAAALLLLLLYYYYY~!"
LJ rounded the corner, scratching his nails along the wall playfully.
Sally squealed and jumped up into your arms, causing you to stumble a little but you balanced yourself.
Sally then jumped out of your arms.
"You found me! You found me! Again, Again!"
She giggled, running off into another room.
"HELLO SWEET PEA!"
LJ placed his hands under your armpits, lifting you up. You were now 6 foot off the ground, face to face with a killer clown. He booped you on the nose and set you back down.
Before you could say anything, Sally came back with Slenderman and Trenderman.
"Daddy! I met you and uncle's girlfriend!"
She giggled happily, holding Slenderman's hand.
"I see, and did you introduce yourself?"
Sally looked shocked for a brief moment, before she turned to you again.
"Hi Ms. Y/N! I'm Sally! I hope we can play everyday and be the bestest friends!"
She gave you a toothy grin.
"Nice to meet you, Sally. I hope we can play everyday too"
You smiled back, before Trender cleared his throat, inching towards you.
You looked away bash fully.
If you had to pick the most attractive Slender brother, you'd have to pick Trenderman.
He was the definition of tall dark and handsome.
He might've caught your eye because of the fact that he's always dressed well, or his glasses.
He held out a medium sized gift bag to you, and you swear he turned a little pink.
"I made you something, as an apology for being a little, absent per se"
He chuckled nervously.
You opened the bag, peeling back the tissue paper to reveal a beautifully crafted sweater in your favourite colour.
You audibly gasped, dropping the bag but keeping hold of the sweater, lifting it up.
It was perfectly oversized, just how you liked it.
And it had pockets too!
"Oh thank you! I love it!"
You bounced on your feet as he scratched the back of his head.
"I'm glad"
He laughed again.
You didn't hesitate to put it on immediately, it fit you perfectly.
You smiled at the kind gift, feeling at home again.
Sally ran up to you, lifting the hem of your new sweater and pushing herself inside.
"Look! I'm your baby!"
She giggled.
You smiled and patted her head.
This place was starting to get more bearable.
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