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(Y/n) (L/n)'s Perspective
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Waking up, I feel a pain in my stomach. I felt like throwing up, but I knew it was a false alarm like usual. I always wake up with stomach pains because of the remembrance of abuse.

Either way, I called in sick to my boss, who was a close friend and understood that I had to take a mental day and that I was probably going to go to therapy. I called my other close friend, the one who's been setting me up on dates who knows about my latest abusive ex.

While waiting, I had made some breakfast for me and the kids. I gave them their own small plates of food and sat them at a table in my office. I had to make some calls so I mentally prayed they'd be quiet.

"(Artist Name Insert) here, how can I help you today?" I ask. The person on the other end of the line explained how they wanted a birthday present for their mom. They wanted a rectangular piece of the mother's favorite kingdom, kind of like Disney's castle.

I complimented the idea and they thanked me, saying it was their mother's favorite kingdom that her recently deceased family had gone with her to it every year. I discuss prices and background ideas. The customer sent me some images and decided which one to go with for my reference.

I asked when the piece needed to be ready by. She said in about 4 months which made me sigh in relief. I said that I could do that and that she'd have to print out and read the contract and send it to me. If she couldn't print it, I told her I'd have to and send it to her.

She said she could, so I thanked her for her order and told her I'd start working on it as soon as possible. I hung up the phone, saved the contact under her name and order number, wrote all the information down and went to work on a different project.

I tied my hair up and put some paints on the paint tray. I grab the required brushes and get to work, staying focused by checking on the kids time to time. I later felt my friend's presence at my door and stopped. I left the room for a second to get the door.

I welcomed her, sadly. Her being an elf, sensed I was in pain and went to my art room with me. She kept a close eye on me, not even acknowledging the kids.

"Does it start bleeding randomly still?" I shook my head.

"Do you still think about him?" I nod.

"Am I putting too much pressure on you." I shrug.

"Nooooo! Don't shrug I need to know if I've been being a bad friend!" I smile to myself at her whining. I look at her. She had beautiful freckled dark brown skin and bright green eyes and slightly plumped pink lips. She also had the prettiest shiny black hair, that curled perfectly and shaped her face wonderfully.

"You can be very annoying and a jerk. Especially trying to hook me up with men that you don't even know. Last guy was a jerk. But at least you didn't hook me up with any of my exes." I sighed and stopped.

"I just had another flashback last night, it's not a big deal, I just need to learn how to let go of the past, I really don't want to talk about it." She blinks at me, wishing I didn't say those words but knowing she couldn't make me speak.

"Can you at least tell me when you got a crib?" I froze. Thoughts clouded my mind. I was about to start explaining when she gasped dramatically.

"Did you have a child with your ex ex?!" I give her a death glare.

"Yes. I had children with human, let me emphasize, HUMAN male and 6 months later I gave birth to quadruplets, that aren't even of the same species as I." I scoff. She gave me one of her pouty faces, then elf witch bitch mode activated as there was a shine in her eyes.

"I'll take that as a no. And did you pay any attention in school?! Those are clearly of the Slender species and under a potions spell. Could you not smell the aroma of potion fatigue?! It's wearing off! Do you think I'm stupid?!" I blink. I look at her, then at the four kids who were now staring at both of us.

"So you're telling me. They're adults. And they've been in my house for the last three days. And have understood me this entire time?" Her mouth dropped and she gave me that "HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW BITCH?!" look.

"I'm gonna go jump off a cliff now and hope I'll be in the hospital for the next while. Or better I'm gonna turn myself in." She automatically panicked.

"What?! (Y/n) (y/n) (y/n)! Let's not be irrational here! Y-you don't need to go back to that terrible place. You know what they'll do! A-a little embarrassment—" oh how bad I felt for making her worry.

"I was joking. But I am extremely embarrassed. But also." I stand up and look at the four.

"If you're adults, you—" I point to the faceless one "do not have any right to bite me." I point to the one with glasses, "you're excused but once you turn back to normal I might slap you for judging me." I point to the one with a mouth, "you are like most guys. Flirty, sexual, and all of that stuff, I probably still won't like you. And I'll probably slap you too." I point to the last one. "And you're fine. You've been the best behaved. Just do me a favor. Don't ever bring anything that you know about up."

They looked at each other, making me confused.

"Do they actually understand me or did I just embarrass myself more? I haven't talked to a Slender since... I don't know... 76 years?" I ask. She shrugs.

"I don't know if they can understand you. I know there was one in school that spoke a different language but I don't know about the other." She sighed.

"You know what. I'm gonna pretend that this didn't happen. And when they do turn back into adults, I'll let it all slide. They're probably better or worse as adults anyway. I just hope the angelic of the four is the same." I laugh awkwardly to myself and left the five in the room for a second.

I took a moment to myself, hyperventilating. I hadn't been to a monster bar in a while so I haven't talked to any monsters or anything. I have to clean up my act around them. I enter the room again and sit down and get back to painting.

"So are you going to tell me—" I cut her off, with a finger to her lips.

"I'll tell you another time. I want a drink. Or 50. I just want to go away and hide from my shame—" then the door bell rang. I sensed an awfully familiar presence and my face lit up and I quickly went to the door.

"Hi Sally!"