This Ticci Toby led me to this place he called Spends ma... What?...  What ever...

First person- monster?  That greeted us was a very tall men with white skin and no face, he wore  a suit.

"Toby Erin Rodgers! What did I told you?! We don't bring job home!"

"She isn't a victim. She just killed her father that abused her. She would be a great killer! Come on Slendy!"

Faceless men didn't seemed to happy about this. He actually seemed pissed off.

"Toby..."

"SLENDY! COME ON! She will be useful!"

"Toby..." Tall men seemed to grow taller and atmosphere seemed getting darker. Toby seemed actually scared. It was visible in his eyes behind steampunk glasses.

"S-Sleder!  S-She will be useful! I swear! I-I... I will teach her!"

Tall men turned his head to me. This Slender here was visibly Toby's boss or something like that.

"Yes he work for me."

Did he just responded to my thoughts?!

"Yes I did."

Creepy... I decided to speak up.

"M-Mister Slender. I-I have no place to go now. I killed my father. I cut his head of with a pocket knife. And I need place to go... Or a help."

He now didn't seemed that pissed of. He seemed pleased by what I said.

"Alright show her empty rooms. [Y/N] chose one of them as your new room. I will send someone to get your things from your old house."

We both nodded and Toby showed me rooms. I chosed one with big window and a lot of free places for my thinks. It actually wasn't big room but I found out that noone can hear anything from it. Originally it was someone that was killing his victims there. Very long, very painfully, very... Awake. And others wanted to sleep, not listen to crying and screams of pain. Perfect. I like my music and singing loud. And noone will hear.

I closed the doors and changed into my pajamas. It is light rainbow mostly light pink one piece  unicorn pajamas with a little hood and holographic horn. It isn't my favorite but it's warm and father hated it. Zipper sometimes got stuck so I couldn't take it of so he couldn't hurt me...
Than I crept into the bed into fresh sheaths. It smells like [favorite smell].

*autor-chans retarded side joke note - it smells just like vanilla, it tastes like- no it doesn't taste like butter cream but like chewing on a T-shirt*

This was a long night and I was fast asleep.

~Author-Chan Sullu Siren