...?... pov
I shiver a chill going down my spine my lungs burn as the air I breath enters them. My eyes flicker under closed eyelids and I lay scrunched, cramped in place. Without opening my scrunched eyes I out stretch an arm. It feels light as it brushes past my surroundings. I feel .nothing around me so with still shut eyes I place my hands against the soft almost silky ground under me. I attempt to lift myself but my shoulder hits something preventing me from sitting up. I take another soft breath into my stinging lungs. And a soft quiver rattles up my arms as I grip the velvet dress... how did I get Hear. And where am I. I take in another burning breath and open my eyes. I lay in a box lined in a cushion of silk. I place a hand on the soothing stain material and gently press on it. It stays firmly in place. I frown as another breath Sears my lungs. I grip the material and yank it down in frustration. As it tears away ro reveal a section on what appears to be wood I turn my head to face the side of the dark box I scrunch my eyes shut and draw in another pained breath. I open my dry mouth and attempt to make a noise. Alas it is as if I have not spoken for years. I lick my lips in attempt to moisten them but to no prevail. I raise a hand to my head and grip my hair in frustration. I however note no matter how much pressure I put on the nails gouging into my scalp I felt nothing. No pain or tingling. In fact all the feelings I had when I had awoken hear had stopped. Not even the blank numbness was there. I pull my hand back and look at the small strands of hair and scotches of dried blood and tissue caught under my delicate fingernails. I st are blankly for a while then I place my now grubby index finger in my mouth and I bite down. I still felt no pain at all. I keep Appling more and more pressure until the sickening crunch rings throughout the small dark box. I spit out my finger and again blankly stare at it. I pick it up and pout. Hmm I liked that finger.I put it down and snuggle into the soft silky material under me if I'm going to be hear a while  I best make myself comfortable.

(A little earlier. Finley pov)
I sigh as I slump over the couch in slenders office "Finley come hear quickly" slendy mutters. I groan and role of the couch thumping to the hard wood ground. I groan again "ouch not a good idea" I mumble getting to my hands and knees and crawling to slenders desk. "I do recall saying quickly not slowly while adding to your bruises"slender says not looking up as I pull myself up with the corner of his desk. I shrug painfully "meh" I say in a typical non-caring teenager tone. He points to a page on an old spell book he had been reading. "Hear its old but I could manage to preform it" he says I lift the book and raise a brow "she'd be a zombie?" I question . He shrugs "in a way, she would act exactly the same as when she lived but much like Toby will feel no pain or real emotions, her heart would not beat but the magic used to resurrect her would give her the illusion of life so she would age normally but no injuries would ever heal by themselves" he explains I smile and place the fragile journal back on the desk "sounds good to me" I whisper softly "as long as it gives me a chance to apologize and see her again" I finish turning and shuffling back to the leather couch. He makes a hmm noise in sorts of agreement "the only problem would be finding her grave to dig her up once the spell is complete." Slender mutters I shrug as I lay on the couch to rest "we'll solve that later once she's alive and Im awake" I say closing my eyes and snuggling down into the couch. Slender makes a tsk noise "I'll get to work then"he mutters standing and scrapping his chair back I smirk and raise a hand to my lips "shush slendy your being to loud" I whispered. He groans again and walks out of the room leaving me smirking as I doze of on the cozy couch of his.