(Y/N's POV):
The following day, you spent your time in Slenderman's office, where he had books on origins. Normally, no proxies were allowed in his office, but Slender had left for a mission, and you had snuck your way in.
A couple of hours earlier...
You walked down the stairs, your hand trailing down the rails. You had woken up at 8:00, and gotten ready and gone downstairs for breakfast.
By the time you got to the table, everyone was already there. You said a quick good morning and walked into the kitchen to help Masky and Toby with making breakfast.
You then grabbed a plate stacked with waffles, and a pitcher of orange juice, and set it down on the table, as everyone started to grab some food.
'Good morning everyone. I have an announcement: I'm leaving for the next few days, as I have a mission to do. I will leave Jackson and Timothy in charge of the mansion.'
Jack and Tim stand up and sit back down.
'After breakfast, I will give everyone assignments. I expect the mansion to remain the same as now when I get back from the mission. Am I clear?'
Everyone nods, as Jeff just rolls his eyes.
'AM I CLEAR?' There's an outburst of static, Slenderman's tendrils start to move around.
Jeff flinches and cowers back in pain, holding his head. "YEAH, YEAH, I GET IT NOW STOP!" He screams in pain.
Slenderman stops the static and stands up. Somehow the food on his plate was gone...
'Lastly... the last and most important rule: Do not, by any circumstance, go in my office.'
Everyone nodded this time, not daring to look up at him. This rule must've been pretty serious then... what was in there anyways...?
You quietly put your fork into a strawberry and continue eating breakfast in silence.
~About an hour later~
You walk around the mansion, continuing to explore and trying to figure out the hallways and rooms. All of the other proxies had left on their missions. Toby had left too... so you were kinda bored. I mean not that he would've spoken to you anyways, but... yeah.
While you were walking around, you started to think about some stuff. All those blackouts you had had in the past- you had always heard this weird voice inside your head right before. These... husky, deep, and cold voices.
Something was calling you... Nah. Someone was. Someone was trying to get in your head, and manipulate you. You had heard Slender say something about the term 'Zalgo', whatever that meant...
You already knew most of the proxies' origins, except Sally's, Ben's, and Slenderman's. You didn't really mind knowing the others, but you wanted- nah needed to know Slenderman's. He was, after all the most mysterious and probably the most powerful in the creepypasta household.
None of the other proxies would tell you his backstory. That's when it hit you: maybe he had something hidden in his office. Maybe something about his origin, maybe his relations, his potential, and... you. Whatever was messing with your head, could be somewhere in there.
You then walked up to the gates of his office. Something was off though...
His office was on the Northern-most side of the mansion, and it was on the lowest level- two stories below ground. It must've had some strange magic connected to it because the closer you went, the sicker you got. The louder the static got, and the feeling was stronger and stronger.
Kinda like a warning...
You mustered up the courage, and walked up to the gates, as there was some strange keyhole there. Odd. It was a handprint kinda thing... like you put your hand on the door, and it opens up. Easy right?
Nah.
Written right above it, engraved in the wooden doorframe, was a note, in this ominous language. Well, it was kind of readable.
ȉ̷̺͉̠̤̃̔̔̅̾̌̅n̵̛̻̂̑̄̓͝͠ ̵͕̪̉ĕ̸̡͍̱̙̙̜̪͈̞̺̓͗͋̚ṿ̸̨̛͇̪͙̮̰̉̈́̓͒͘͝ȩ̴̙̝̼̮͈͕̱͍̅̐̍̾́̕r̵̠͔̣͕̜͔̣̥̫͖̥̓ỷ̷̡̧̰͓͖̙͕̫̯̱̈́͆ ̵̙͇͇̑̈́́́̍̌́̆͝a̶̛̻̝̥̳̠̣͇̘̗͇͌̆̿̚͝͝ͅn̴̡̬͈̥̪̞͙͑̀̈́͊̈͑͜ͅͅg̷̢̛͕̣͙̳̞̼̙̝̻̀̉̋͛͂̇͌̒͒͠ͅę̷̼̲̝͉̦̼͍̯͎͓̈́́̈́̆͒̃̾̒̈́͆l̷̗̈̈̾͊̐̚ ̸̖̈́̓́̑a̶͙̱͚̤̘̰̩̫͛͆͑̈́̍̍̎̏̏͝ ̶̨̰̭͚͍̯̼̫̝̱͙̈̌d̴̨̢͓̹͎̭͉͖̀͋͛̈͌̊̾͗̋̍̕ȩ̴̼͚͎͎̠̈́̀̀̎̿͜͝ͅͅͅm̴̨͕̗͈̫̐́͆̐̉̄̌̈́̕͠͝o̸̪̼̖̯͠n̷̡͉̗̘͖̼̯̤̬̓̉͊ͅ ̴͉̠̦̈̍̎͂̃̏͋͌̚͝͠ḥ̷̢̢͓̬̻̥̟͚̂̀̋͋͒̓͆̔̓̊͊i̴̛͉̱̯̟͍̭̘̜̅́̎́̕d̶͇͌̀̏́̈́̾̓̑͒͠ê̶͙̠̰͕̼̘̲̯̇́̆͋̅̕ͅͅs̷̝̻͈̺̥̜̱͎͙̗̃ ̷̶̴̸̡̡̛̳͖̮̪̤̥͕̘͙͉̫̻̠̩͚̲̙̣̠̤̞̰͔̱̰̔̌́̄̓̀̈́̿̎̍̃͂͗͐̿̏̌́̐͛͑̓̌̈̒͊̀́̑̓̆͘ͅͅ
b̵͚͒͛̀̈̉̌͐l̶͙͙͉̭̰̅̄͋͌̿̍͛͊̚ǎ̵̡͖͎͒̚͠͠c̷̡̠̟͉̳̩̪̣͊̔̋̔͑͛͑ķ̷̛̝̻̠̩͍̞̳̦̱̀̕͝ ̴̛̝̩̝̉̈́͗h̷̨̹̪͉͎̘̗̤̙͈̅͛̓̿̀̀̚ͅė̷̥̟͚̝͝a̷͕̞͇̓͑r̷̨̲̟̮̫͔̰̗̿͑̀͆́t̴͕̲̥̻͍̺̖̀̅̂͗ŝ̶̡̲͕̤̯̭͂̽͗͑ ̴̨̩̯̱̙̄̽a̸̟̻͚̾̐͆̇͆̄r̴̺͓̬͇͇̟̦̝̅̃̿̎̃̐̊̑ë̶̢̥̭̜͙̪̯͝ͅn̸͕̫̘͊̂̓̈̀̏̑̒̒͜͝͝'̵̡̢̤̰̹͍̠̀̑͋̈́̚͠t̴̲̻͈͙̹̞̋͌̆̄́͝ ̸̨̨̘̯̫͕̻̰͕̗̓̈́̉̚b̵̡͚̍̈̈̂̾̓̂́̽̊͠ǫ̶̡͎͙̠̰̝̯̗̫̗̋̔̄̈́̈́͑̕͘̚r̸̠͖̺̮̘͇̰̼̞̩̎̌̿̔̊̽ṉ̷̻͉̯͑̇̏̕ ̵̻͑̔̾͌̈́̑̓b̴̢̯͕͚̲̪̹̟̮̍̿l̸̨͙͇̭͉͛̓͑͒a̶͚̭͉̠̰͓̽͜ͅĉ̷̜̬̹̤̌͝k̸͉͓͎̹̝͙͍̍̂͘ ̸̡̞͈̪̪̩͋̌́̔́͛͗̑́̚͝ͅ-̵̹̥̅ ̶̹͖͇̻̫̼̉̎͊̔̏̇̆͘t̸̢̓͂̂̎̊̓̃́̎͌ḩ̶͐ȩ̶̜͇̫͙̲̈́͒̎̃̈́͜y̴̖̮̼̿̕ ̷̡̦̩̹̜̲̠͎͕̩̏̀͛̋͋̋ͅa̶͓̮̱̰̓̈́r̶̻̼͌́̅͌̈̃̀͘͘ͅẻ̴̡̺͖̙̦́̂̀̈́͋̓̍̅͗̉ͅ ̷̦͎̖̝̦̻̰͙̮͂͝b̸̦̈͆͑̀͆̐̏̕̕͝u̵̡̙̝̞̠̫̗̫̦͉̒̄̆́͒̈́̿͘͠r̴̡͈͖̥̮͓̒̏n̷̙̦͚̜̬͚̈́͗e̵͖̠̭̙͌̀̆̌͛͜ͅḑ̷̶̶̸̧͕̮̦̳̘̟̯̠͍̲̀̈́͑̑͆̏́́͋̂̀̋͑̇̊͋̔̂̊̊̿̋̒͘͜͝͝
o̶̦̙̲̮̥̠̪̙̭͎͋̂̔̕ń̷̨̙͊́̅l̴̙̙͒̃̏̓͝͝y̸̺̱̑ ̷̡̣̩̬͈̫̤̭̗̘̳̎ẗ̸̢̨̜̗̩͉͚̼͉̫͖̀͒͛̐́̑̀͝ḩ̵̞̖̜̜̩̣͉̺͒ͅė̷̢͔́̈́̄̾̾͊̕̚̚͝ ̵̨̹̹̟̰͖̩͗͗̾͂͆͊̊̅̑͘d̴̡̛͕͙̫͔̬̜̙̃͛̎̏͊̓ä̵͖̘̹͔̠̗̭̞̠̖́̄̃͌̓̂͌̃̚͠͠ŗ̴̩̩̦̘͊̊͛͐̀̕͝͠k̴̯̎̃͆̃̀͝ê̷̡̨̘͚̞̳͇̇̓̒͜s̸̛͕͓̟̝̹͔̯͎̮͋̓ṱ̵͚͊͒̂̿̇̉ ̷̨̢͙̝̯͈̥̀́̑͂͑͑̾̐̒̚͝ǫ̷̨̮̪͇̜͈͇͕̇̈͌͐͒̋̈́͒̚͝f̵̧̬̞̬̟̀ ̴̫̤̓̀́ṡ̷͉̻̗͈̫͋̐̒̓͠ǫ̶̨̢̭͇͚̹̬͖̑̈́͊̊̊̈̃̀̇͒u̴͙̦̺̻̭̍̿͋̂̂͝l̸̨̹̙̪̝͎̭̘̼͘͜͜s̸̻̱͎͓̬͕͕͈̐̄̌͂ ̷̧̢͕̣͚͇̗̿̂̍͛͋̔͗̂ͅm̸̢̧͓̩̜̘̦̪̅͜ä̵̱͍̱̱͔́̄̍͒̒̑́ỹ̵͍͍̱͓̹̊͑ ̵̘̗̭̣̠̿̽̿̀̽͐͛́̏̽͠ͅe̷͈̙̲̹͈̤͍̤̜̠͔̿̑͗̈́̀̓͂̚n̴̟͍̪̖̪̉̉̏̓̆̐̏͘͝ţ̸̥̬̰̞̝̩̝́̅̀̕ẽ̴̜͕̘̒̋̏͋́̉̋͝͝ṙ̴̯͓̜̖̟̳
You squinted your eyes and read it when you decided to put your hand on the door. The darkness you had felt inside yourself... maybe that's what it meant. Maybe the reason the others couldn't enter was that they still had humanity left inside them. You were still conscious and all... but maybe when the darkness actually showed itself, you would turn to a monster.
The door promptly opened up, and you walked inside.
~~~
So, yeah. You spent your day in the library. Zalgo turned out to be some demon guy who had beef with Slenderman. There had been a war a couple hundreds of years back. No one actually won. It was kinda like... the cold war- a war after WW2 (something you learned about in History class in school).
~~The next day~~
Everyone's sitting down at this huge table for breakfast, and while you cut into your pancake, you noticed the clown Jack guy out of the corner of your eye.
...
He stuck a strawberry on his pointy nose...
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He was trying to 'cook' the strawberry over a candle and stuck the candle under his nose...
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He put blueberries in his ears...
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He set his nose on fire and ran around the mansion screaming profanities...
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He slipped on one of his candy wrappers and the burnt strawberry landed on Jeff's head and Jeff screamed...
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ANYWAYS...
"WELP GUYS, Slenderman left this schedule for me to read to everyone" Masky announces at breakfast the following day. "Hmm... lets see: Y/N has to choose a room to stay in, as Slender doesn't want her having to sleep on the couch every day. The only available rooms are Jeff's and Toby's rooms, so she'll see their rooms and choose one."
Everyone sits there in silence, as everyone (except you) knew what had happened to Jeff's last few roommates.
Mutilated, tortured, drowned, burned, choked...
"Oi! Come on, princess! My room first!" Jeff exclaims as he takes the strawberry off his head. You get up and follow him, still SHOOKETH from what you had seen.
Toby was afraid of what Jeff would do, so he followed behind you...