~Your P.O.V~

Your eyes opened slowly, and at first you were expecting to be greeted by the brightly lit, blindingly white room of the hospital. However, upon your eyes adjusting and your brain kicking into reality, you realised that you were in another room.

Sitting up with a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and stretched. It felt good to sit up, but the sudden dizziness had you leaning against the wall with a groan.

"Where am I...?" You mumbled, taking in the not so decorated room, "What happened...?"

As you thought, images flashed through your mind. The overly tall clown and two misshapen guys that had kidnapped you from the hospital. The trek through a strange place, full of wailing toys, and the mansion in the middle of the woods.

And the room. You looked around again, weren't the walls red or gold? You also remember the carpet being a lush, fluffy red as well.

Yet that wasn't what it was now.

The room had changed, a light hung from the roof, just a bulb on covered wires, and it spread shadows over the darkened and rotten walls. The once elegant wallpaper was now peeling, revealing a grey-ish wood underneath, similar to the door.

The floor was wooden as well, looking like it would snap under your weight. You lowered your gaze, bouncing a little to test its strength. It didn't budge, so the old looking wood was just that, a style of some sort.

You turned your gaze from the floor and took in the rest of the room. Dusty shelves sat here and there, a few broken here and there. They had nothing on them, all bare except one. It held two items, one looked familiar, and you wondered why an aged Jack-in-the-Box would make you feel at home.

Walking over to the shelf, you reached up and picked it up, feeling the wood prick your fingers with splinters. You ignored it, and turned the box over in your hands, looking at the faded images and colours.

You smiled softly, holding the crank in your hand, and turning the handle. The old tune of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' started, sounding strained against time and the dust that seemed to coat the box, but still it pushed through. Humming with it slowly, you watched, waiting for the lid to pop open and show you a clown.

When the music hit its cue, the lid did open, but nothing came out. You frowned slightly, disappointed, maybe it was broken?

You put it back gently, not wanting to do the box any damage, and turned to the other item. This object gave you chills, it's age clear in what it was. You refrained from picking up, feeling some sort of evil vibe about it.

The mask seemed to stare at you through the eye holes, it made you uncomfortable. The white mask was chipped in some places, however the white colour was still persistent, although faded with age and dust. It had spots of red on it as well, a dark red that looked like dried paint, but you couldn't seem to find any pattern too it, the red splatters being completely random.

You shuddered, stepping away from the shelf and looking around, taking in the old rusty frame of the bed you woke up on, the stripped sheets a mess, the lamp also looking aged and dusty.

How old was this room? How old was the clown that lived in it?

Finally, you noticed Laughing Jack wasn't here. Scanning the room, you realised you had been alone since you woke up. Where was he? You remembered him sitting next to you as you fell asleep, did he sleep too? Does he sleep?

You sighed, before holding your head. The room started to spin, so you sat on the bed, waiting for the dizziness to stop. Sudden colour caught your eye, and you faced the bedside table. A bowl of candy and a letter seemed to appear out of nowhere, you don't remember seeing it there before.

You picked the letter up, opening it. It read:

'(Y/N),
Have some candies, you'll need them.
~LJ'

-LJ? Was that his nickname or something?- Sighing, you put the note down and grabbed a lollipop. He didn't even tell you were he was. So, you decided to walk through this mansion, you may as well since it seems you'll be staying here a while.

The hall was long, it seemed like it would never end. You were confused, since you didn't remember it taking this long when you first arrived. Saying that, it was Laughing Jack walking and his legs were way longer than yours.

It took a while, but you finally reached the main entrance, walking down and looking around. Between the stairs were two large double doors, and curiosity got the better of you once again.

-Once again?- Why did that thought run through your mind? Had you been dangerously curious before? Was this a dangerous time to go snooping? Why did you have the sudden urge to not stick your head through those doors?

An image flashed of a child pinned to a wall, his insides strewn along the ground in front of him and you froze. The image was gone.

What was that?

Staring at the doors, you decided to stay away. Whatever that thought was, it had to be a warning. But what was it? And what did it mean?

Turning away from the dreaded double doors, you tried to figure out where to go next.

"It's okay human, you can come in." The voice filled your mind, and you jumped slightly. Was that Slenderman?

The large wooden doors opened slowly and you spun once again, feeling as if you were in a movie. That was another familiar feeling. The once terrifying dread was no gone as you walked towards the doors, and you felt dizzy with confusion. Was this safe? Was anything safe? You were going to get yourself killed no doubt.

But even through the uneasiness, you were struck with awe at the large room, set up to be some sort of office, kind of like a principle's office really. Shelves of books to one side, and other knickknacks on the other side.

A globe as on a shelf, as did photos with a young girl that had blood running down her face, and photos of other tall beings, all wearing suits of some kind and having next to no features on their faces. A total of four Slendermen.

"It's alright, amnesia is a very confusing process. Yours even more so." Slenderman continued, and he appeared in front of you, holding a book up close to his face, "How long were you in that hospital?"

"Laughing Jack said it was only a few days..." You mumbled, lowering your gaze. The power surrounding him made it seem as if talking would anger him.

"A few days, and yet you forget everything..." The tall being stated, closing the book and turning his blank face towards you, "Relax (Y/N), I'm not going to kill you for talking, or for anything really. I swore to Laughing Jack I would protect you."

"Laughing Jack.. Where is he?" You raised your gaze, "He left a note but it just said to eat candy..."

"He went on a hunt." Slendermand stated, placing the book at his desk, "Come sit, we have much to discuss."

You nodded and sat on the large leather chair that sat in front of his near empty looking desk. He sat on the other side, leaning on his elbows,

"I did a check-up of the hospital, to try and find any answers as to why you would lose your memory so quickly. Notes said the doctor would continuously overdose. Is this correct?"

"I think so... The nurse said something about it before she was..." You stopped, the image of the beautiful nurse, limp and lifeless, with a smile carved into her face, "Before she died..."

"I see... And they were trying a new medication?"

You shrugged.

"Well, that's what it says here." Slenderman held up a file, your name on the cover of it, "Since you were a supposed criminal, the decided to test the medication on you, that way if any sort of effect happened, you would deserve such a thing."

The being placed the folder down, and you reached over slowly, picking it up. A photo of you, like a sort of mug-shot was on the front along with your name. You don't remember them taking a photo of you.

"I am not entirely surprised by that." Slender continued, "Humans have a way of using their own if they believe they deserve it. Your doctor, Doctor Richard. He believed so very strongly."

"He was the one that kept overdosing me..."

"Yes. I found his file, it said he was originally a scientist, but he had been thrown out of his lab for quiet a few reasons. I can only assume he was using you and the medication as an experiment, since he didn't have the funds or place to do it his own way."

"And the loss of memory..."

"The medication is aimed at the more creative part of your brain. The parts that would be used to create imaginary friends or such. Since it was being overdosed, it had nowhere else to go and so it worked on both your logical and creative sides of your brain, making you forget more than you should have."

"I see..."

"However..." Slenderman continued, "Not much else research has been done, therefore it might not be permanent. Since they had you written down for schizophrenia, I can also assume they would have proscribed the medication to you if your memories returned to normal."

"Will they...?" You looked up to his face, and although featureless, you could see the wheels turning in his mind.

"I hope so. But we will see." He grabbed the folder from you, before putting it away, "For now I want you to focus on other things, like meeting the rest of the family."

Okay sooooo I may have totally made up half of that. HOWEVER I did to a quick background check and yes we do have a creative and logical part to our brains. The left side is logical and the right side is creative. The left side of our brain helps us use the right side of our body and the right side works on the left. YAY SCIENCE. Now, I did get that off the internet so reference to any sites I read that from! (I didn't click on any, just totally read through the summary on the google page. I also know schizophrenia is a mental illness and there is treatment for it. IDK what the treatment is, and that is bad on my part for not researching but since this medication being mentioned in the story is new and stuff then I hope I can sneak past the reality detector...

Also sorry for the late update, I got super caught up with work and it slipped my mind. At least it's still the same day right?
Anyway, thanks a lot for reading this guys! Hope it makes sense!
RJ Out!!!