That mission seemed to have settled a little bit of something within Cyn, much to the surprise of the residents of the Slender mansion. It was small and slight but there was something of an openess about her now. Though she still didn't talk too much about her issues she did at the very least acknowledge their existence and told EJ that she needed medication.

And so the weeks crept past, the number of attacks and visits from creatures of Zalgo drastically decreasing however that was mainly ignored as the pastas went about their usual routine. Visits to the neighboring towns were frequent  alongside the deaths that followed. And with the lack of outside danger, our killers slowly began to relax, taking it easy. 

"You know... I- I  never expected to l- like it here..." Stammered Bree, laying back into the couch as she watched Ben playing a game. 

"Yeah?" He asked, looking at her briefly. 

"Y- yeah..." She said slowly, as if considering her words. She then let out a slight laugh. "I- I'm pr- probably suffering fr- from Stockholm S- S- Syndrome." 

"Heh." Smirked Ben, returning his attention back to the screen, his tongue poking out as he tried to solve one of the puzzles he had just encountered. 

Bree just looked over to the distance, a smile fading from her freckled face as she tuned into her thoughts. How long has it been? A month? Two? How worried was her mum? Her friends? Have they risen the amber alert yet? And if so how close were the police or detectives were to finding her?

They're probably no where near... She thought to herself, the thought of the magic and security among this place banished he idea of anyone finding her. If she wanted to escape she had to do it herself and she had to be sneaky about it, everyone here would be able to see her attempts from a mile away thanks to them being skilled killers. But for a bunch of killers... She couldn't deny that they were kind.

They showed her around the mansion, helped her when she needed it. She found it ansolutely bizarre, why would they help her? She's not one of them. Not in the slightest. 

In fact they should've killed her by now but they haven't and she wasn't certain why. Either they liked her enough to keep her alive, unlikely or she was of some use to them, likely. But what use they would have for a mortal girl like her who wasn't trained in the art of killing, she had no idea.

She let out a sigh making Ben take note. He paused the game and turned to look at her, noting the far off look in her brown eyes. 

"Something wrong?" He queried with a frown. 

Bree blinked, her eyes flickering to the blonde slightly taken aback by his question. 

"O- oh uh, nothing r- really... J- just w- worried a- about home..." 

"Sorry... I don't think there's anything we can do about that." He admitted, actually looking rather regretful- something Bree wasn't expecting. "Slendy might let you visit your home but ah I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you..."

"Y- yeah... I s- sort of guessed... I- I j- just couldn't help and wonder, you know?" 

Ben pursed his lips an idea coming to mind. He was going to do it eventually of course, he was just unsure about doing it now that's all. he then shook his head, what was he thinking? The girl's upset! She needs something to cheer up.

"Just stay here for a sec." He said standing up. He proceeded to leave the area, Bree's eyes following his retreating form. He went over to get something, hiding the object behind his back as he walked back over to Bree's spot on the couch. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he spoke, evidently embarrassed with his actions.

"So uh I know you really don't have anything here to drown out all the craziness here and I uh... I know you like this particular brand so I managed to snag you this in the last run." Slowly he brought the new Alienware laptop into view- the sight of it making Bree's face light up in joy and excitement, something which made Ben's heart flutter. He wasn't sure if he's seen her look so happy.

She gently took the laptop from his hands, her eyes wide and shiny as she looked over the modle cooing at every aspect and detail of it.  Ben smiled, loving her reaction. The rather small girl then looked up to him, surprising him with a hug in a way to express her gratitude. 

"Th- thank you so much!" She said. 

Ben chuckled, hugging her back, "you're welcome." 

The hug didn't last long though, some disturbances caught the two's attention making them pull away and look in the direction of the entrance. And it didn't only get a hold of those two's attention but the attention of a passing LJ. 

"Ooh hehe I wonder if that's Zalgo!" Giggled the monochrome clown. Ben rolled his eyes, finding his friend's reaction rather annoying. 

"Oh shut up LJ, it's not going to be Zalgo's army." Ben commented, he then walked over to a near by window peeking out behind the curtains to see what the commotion was about. "Holy fucking shit!" 

"What? What is it? Is it them?!" Demanded LJ, bouncing on the balls of his feet in complete and utter excitement. 

Instead Ben beckoned the clown over to him, not taking his eyes off of what was going on outside. "Look." He said. 

Doing as he said LJ leaned in so that he could see what exactly was going on and his eyes widen in disbelief. What the two were seeing was a rather attractive looking girl who didn't look any older than eighteen. Her hair was long and the colour of light brown styled in rather luscious looking waves, the tips ending in delicate curls. Her skin looked to be porcelain with how clear and perfect it seemed to be, her eyes a captivating blue appearing to be delicate and as if it could break easily. 

However the boys weren't really focused on the looks, they were more focused on the clothing she wore. She wore a black tubetop, it would have stopped just above her belly button thereby exposing skin but since she wore a skin tight, high-waist red leather skirt that patch of skin was hidden. Although the shortness of the skirt did well to make her legs look longer then they were- her silhouettes adding more to the effect. 

The boys eyed her as if they were animals and she was their prey, the eyes focused on her boobs and ass evidently loving what they saw. Bree however was biting her lip when she saw this girl, her feeling even more self conscious about herself. 

"Who is sh- she?" Stuttered Bree. 

"I don't know but she's hot!" Exclaimed Ben making the red head flinched a bit. 

"Who's hot?" 

Bree turned to see Jeff coming in, his face looking pissed off and grumpy as ever. He walked over to the window that LJ and Ben were staring out of, curious for what was going on. It didn't really take long for him to spot the obviously intoxicated girl, wobbling about in her heels with a bottle of alcohol in one hand. He raised an eyebrow, not appearing to be all that impressed by the girl's looks. 

"She's not that hot." He decided. "Probably an eight, maybe a nine." 

"Dude are you kidding?" Queried Ben, as if Jeff just told him to go swim in a lake. "She's a TEN. Do you not see those big ass jugs she has?" 

"Jugs aren't everything Ben. She's a try hard, look at her outfit." 

At the sound of that LJ couldn't help but bark out a laugh, his eyes flickering over to one of the more known killers that the mansion has to offer. 

"Since when are you so poetic Jeffykins?" He teased, a grin on his face exposing his sharp teeth. "You're going to make everyone think you're going soft if you keep on saying that haha!" 

All Jeff did was scoffed and rolled his eyes, still staying close to the window. Bree moved away from it, her face red from embarrassment as she looked down at her own clothes. The baggy Tee, the knee length shorts with no shape to them. She sighed rubbing the back of her neck as she walked back over to the couch deciding to distract herself with the laptop Ben had got her. 

"How did she even get here?" Jeff demanded, somehow being the voice of reason here.

"Who cares! She's hot!" Cried out Ben.

"Haha I call dibs on her!" 

"No way, I saw her first!" 

"But you're tiny!" 

"Height has no meaning."

"Well the girl looks like she need someone with experience and I have a lot of it!" 

"Hey Jeff! Where are you going?" 

"I'm going to kill the chick before she gets up again." 

At the sound of the declaration both LJ and Ben tackled Jeff, trying their hardest to prevent him from following through with his plan. The man grunted, a scowl on his face, annoyed with their actions.

"Get the fuck off me!" He demanded.

"No!" They both cried, refusing to do such a thing.

Now as the group of boys fought among themselves, bickering at one another over the likes of this stranger girl they had spotted, Neon was just causally walking over to the front door- paying no mind to them whatsoever. She opened up the door, preparing to go for a nightly jog however she paused when she saw the mystery girl lying on the ground in a heap- a bottle of vodka still clutched in her hand. Neon frowned. She was getting weird vibes off of this chick, she felt as if she was having Déjà vu. Something about her was off, something about her was not right. 

Yet she dragged her in. 

Maybe her senses are wrong. 

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Ah the picture of our new character up above with the song Honey I'm Good by Andy Grammer