(((((Things in this update will get a bit emotional for me..........mainly because of dreams yet again.....and I'm sorry the updates are getting shorter!!!!!!!!!!!!)))))

(Brian (Hoodie))
I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Business? I came here to drop the kids off for a play date! I watched as (y/n) held Tim back as he attempted to charge at me. "Wait," I said loudly, making both of them freeze. "I actually came to give you some news. That after right now, you won't hear from any of us ever again."

Tim relaxed a bit, narrowing his eyes at me. "What's the news?"

"The Creepypasta, they're dying," I said slowly. Tim growled and tried lunging at me, but (y/n) was still holding him back. "LIAR," Tim shouted, his growling increasing. I shook my head slowly, continuing, "No, it's true. We all realized we were getting weaker, and we asked Slender about it. He admitted that we were getting weaker."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in a look of horror, and she turned all attention to Tim. "Don't worry, Slender already released Tim from his Creepypasta holds. He asked to. Everyone else, we're dying."

"How?" Tim asked, his face falling. I took a deep breath. "Believers." When they both looked confused, I added, "Slender admitted that the Creepypasta run off of believers, just like Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny. Haven't you ever noticed that we've never killed a believer before?"

"I just thought we did that because it was against the rules!"

"It is, but didn't you ever think of why they were against the rules? I mean you said it yourself once, they're just humans."

Tim's face turned pale, a horrified expression taking hold. "All of you guys, gone?" I nodded solemnly. "Allix is a Creepypasta, right? Does she know?" (y/n) asked, making me flinch. "No, she doesn't know, and she isn't a Creepypasta."

"So what happens when one day she's spending time with her dad, and he just drops like a fly?" "I don't know yet," I admitted, "How am I supposed to tell her that the only people that ever cared about her are going to leave her?!? I don't want to hurt her!" (Y/n)'s eyes began to water up as she whispered, "I don't know Hoodie. But Tim isn't a Creepypasta anymore, why would you tell us this?" I flinched again, saying, "Because it still concerns your family." The two of them looked in complete confusion, so I slowly pointed up at their next door house, through the upstairs window to where little Mist was playing.

"HOW???" (y/n) and Tim both screamed at me. I pulled at my hair a bit, saying slowly, "She was born a Creepypasta. She never was able to be released. Slender tried, he really did."