Jeff's P.O.V.
(He's seven.)

I was strolling down a street, looking for someone's life to ruin. There's a good looking house. I thought to myself.

The house was medium sized, and looked like a box. One window had concrete in the window, so that I couldn't look inside. However, it looked like it had been cracked from the inside. The rest of the windows were sparkly, looking recently cleaned.

I grinned, seeing that this was the perfect house to break into. I slid a window open - can't risk anyone waking up - into a living room. This, too, looked recently cleaned. And well loved too. I'll have to ask Slendy if we could somehow get this furniture to our house. They looked pretty comfy, and we need to replace the furniture in the mansion. And it matched too.

The light flicked on. Crap! Noone was supposed to be up. I turned to see who had turned on the light. Beside the light switch was a boy of about seven years old, pointing up the stairs. His eyes looked dead, and he was wearing rags at best. His face had cuts all over, some of them looking infected. He had bruises all over him.

I stared at him in horror. He stared at me, not blinking. Finally, he came over to me and took me by the arm up the stairs. We stopped in front of a door. He opened the door quietly, and gently took my knife from my hand. He crept in, where I could see two people on the bed, he stood on one side, and smiled creepily.

I felt a shiver going down my spine. I had a feeling that these two would not enjoy what was about to happen.

There was a gun on the nightstand, and the boy took it off and on the floor beside him. He then shook the person up roughly. He was holding the knife behind his back. The person sat up, and I could see it was a man.

"What do you want boy?" He hissed. The boy grinned, then quickly brought out the knife and said "Goodnight a**hole." Then he stabbed him in the throat. The man didnt stand a chance against him. He then went over to the other side, and repeated the same thing, only he said "Goodnight b***h." He then turned to me, blood all over his hands. He had picked up the gun on the way over. He handed my knife back to me, and the gun.

I had stared at him the whole time, shock all over my face. Then I had an idea. "Do you want to come with me kid?" The boy nodded. "What's your name?" "Dark." He said. I nodded, and took his hand. "Come on, I have to get you to the mansion." "Okay Dad."

I froze. I turned to him. "Did you just call me dad?" Dark nodded. "Do you want me to call you something else?" He asked, fear climbing into his eyes. I shook my head quickly. "No, it's fine. I just didnt expect it. Now let's go. I want to show the others my kid." I said, my smile going even wider then it already was.

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Neptunefoeva