Sally padded lightly into the study and she was dragging Charlie behind her by one of the teddy's plush arms.

Jane trailed after her, arms crossed. "You wanted to see us, Slendward?

The faceless creepypasta span around in his chair like an evil mastermind. The only difference was that evil masterminds weren't usually wearing 'Team Jacob' shirts over their suits.

"Yes, yes, children. I have a very important task to ask of you."

"Tea party?" Sally chirped up, looking hopefully at him with her beautifully rounded eyes. When the faceless creepypasta shook his head in response, her expression fell.

Looking sulky now, the little girl simply turned on heel and trotted off. Jane made no move to stop her; she was very interested in the 'important task.'

"What important task?" Came the question, rather bluntly put.

Slenderman gravely spoke. Let's make something clear before we get into details about what he was saying. He was still wearing the flashy Team Jacob T-shirt over his suit.

"I have sent Jeff and BEN on a mission, but I fear for their combined stupidity. Keep your keen eyes on them, Jane. If either steps out of line... You have my permission to take physical action."

Nobody in the history of the mansion had been so eager for a mission before.

Jane certainly made sure she packed 'adequately' for the trip. Pepper spray, knives, a spiked ball and chain, nunchucks, a katana, healthy food, gasoline, anything she could get her manicured hands on.

The mansion fell weirdly silent after she left with a sackful of lethal weaponry.

Except for Toby and his happy ticcy humming, of course. That would likely never change, much to Masky's inevitable dismay. You see, the goggle-loving creepypasta had finally found himself a hobby that wasn't waffle-making.

While Slenderman was busy with his Twilight obsession, Sally decided to go in search of somebody who'd play with her. She wanted a tea party.

The little girl went all around the mansion, but nobody else seemed to be home. In reality, the remaining pastas were hiding because her tea parties scared the living daylights outta them.

Then she happened across the lounge's hallway and found Smirky. The illusionist creepypasta? Busy with talking on the phone to someone, wrapping the flexible swirly cord around his fingers as he spoke.

"-Mmmhm. I understand." A pause. His voice became hesitant. "N-No... Not yet."

Sally chose that time to spring out from behind the umbrella stand, happily screaming "BOO!" At the top of her little lungs.

Smirky shuddered in surprise and whipped around, dropping the receiver back onto the landline phone like a hot potato.

His finger pressed down on the power off button.

"Sa-Sally? My, my, don't you know better than to surprise people?" He scolded lightly, shuffling his feet to move away from and disassociate himself from the phone.

"Who were you talking to?" Sally asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Charlie's eyes just glowed demonically.

Smirky gave a laugh and shook his head vigorously. "Talking to someone? Your eyes and ears must be playing tricks on you. I was just checking the phone for... Um... Spiders." His shoulders tensed.

"Well... Okay." Then she remembered the purpose of her visit. "Tea party?"

"Not today."

"Why not?"

"I'm busy."

Without any more response her question, he slunk towards the front door and slipped outside to the garden path. Unfortunately for him, Sally simply skipped and trailed right behind. "Where are we going?"

Smirky stopped and then sighed. "There is no 'we' in this equation. There is only 'me' and 'you', who shouldn't even be here with 'me' to begin with."

The little girl's response was to hug his leg. She wouldn't let go. Not even when he tried to bribe her with the promise of buying her a pet kitten.

Eventually, the illusionist creepypasta had to give up. And so when he wound a scarf around his neck (t'was a chilly morning), and took a spare knife from the shoerack, he did so with an overzealous little girl clinging onto his leg.

He tried to shake her off about halfway down the garden path, but Sally seemed to have a death grip.

"You're cutting off my blood circulation."

"I don't know what that is, but you don't need it!" She giggled. Charlie was coiled around his ankle, possibly biting it too.

Grimacing, Smirky stopped walking and simply let himself fall backwards. The gravel shifted underneath him and protested with a sound akin to large beads scattering.

His elbows were grazed badly by the fall, but he didn't seem to care nor notice. The main point of his attention was that Sally couldn't get a proper grip on his folded leg.

The little girl let go with a squeak of surprise and almost fell down herself. She yanked Charlie off his ankle in an attempt to stay upright that thankfully worked. "Meanie!"

Watching her stumbling around, trying to regain her balance - Smirky looked ever so slightly... Guilty? It was really hard to tell. He didn't usually have emotion.

"I'll read you some bedtime stories later, okay Sally? For now, be a good girl and don't follow me. Can you do that?"

Sally huffed and crossed her arms, pouting. But she did give a begrudging nod and storm off towards the mansion with Charlie in tow.

"Someone is gonna have a tea party with me whether they like it or not!" She screamed to the sky.

The illusionist creepypasta sweatdropped. I have escaped from an hour in hell...

He picked himself up from the floor and continued down the garden path, perhaps unaware that a trickle of blood was working its way down his ankle. Charlie had left his mark indeed.

As for that handy little knife he'd stolen? It was tucked safely out of sight, up his sleeve as usual. What exactly it was going to be used for was a mystery.

In other news, Masky was currently on the verge of screaming blue murder while Hoodie and Toby tried to calm him down.

Kagekao was still napping in the way of the fridge, looking strangely gleeful and un-asleepy.

"It- It's n-n-not wo-worth t-the m-medical b-b-bills!"

"Slenderp will boot us out of the mansion! We're already on a tight leash here, especially after the waffle incident of 2015!"

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A/N: Can't you tell? I've given up on trying' to reach 2000 words per chapter. Way too much of a (literal) headache!

*But* now we're finally getting to the plotline! What will happen with BEN, Jeff and the cup noodles? Will Jane get a chance to use those lethal weapons of mass destruction? What the hell is Smirky up to?

Find out next on Sonic X- Oops. Wrong show! XD

Question of the day: Who do you think is going to end up participating in Sally's hellish tea party?

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