I'm sitting in a dark closet, waiting for Sebastain to find me. Tonight, I decided that it was time to be a child. I've been 13 for how long now?
"Young master, where have you gone?" I stifle laughter. The closet door opens.
"What are you doing in the closet young Master?" I cuss.
"I was testing you. You failed. As a proper Butler, you would have found me sooner." There's a noise out in the hall, then some laughter. Sebastian shuts the closet door, sealing me in the dark closet.
"Sebastian! What the hell!" I yell and burst out of the closet. Hes holding a teenage boy by the hood of his white, blood stained, jacket.
"What the fuck! Let me go! I'll kill you! Let go of my hoodie. I'll slit your throat!" The boy yells, flailing and wildly swinging a knife around.
"What shall we do with him young Lord" Sebastain asks. There's a knock on the window behind me
"Go the fuck away Toby!" The boy yells. There's a knock again.
"Wafflllllles!" Someone moans.
"Goddammit Toby! Nobody likes you, and nobody wants to feed you! Go away!"
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" I yell. Somebody peeks through the doorway behind Sebastain. He's tall, and looks like a weird clown thing with candy in one of his hands. He's completely black and white.
"Want some candy?" He asks. The white hooded boy twists and kicks the door in the the clowns face.
"Owwwww!" The clown complains.
"The fuck Jeff! What was that for?"
"Because I don't like you. And I was here first."
"We were all here at the same time. Slenderman sent me in to see if you are OK and the coast is clear."
"Does it look like the coast is clear?" The boy Jeff asks.
"What is going on!! Who are you lunatics! And why are you in my house." I yell. Everyone stares at me.
"We're trying to find a place to crash for the night. Sleep, eat, cover our little scratches with Band-Aids." Jeff rolls his, very large eyes. Now that he's stopped moving, I can see that there is a smile carved into his face and his eyelids are gone. I yelp and jump back.
"Young Lord. Ate you all right?" Sebastain asks.
"Look at his face! It's hideously disfigured!"
"Like you should be talking patchy." I can't find words to retaliate. I just stutter.
"It appears to be that you flustered my young Lord." Sebastain States.
"Sebastian! Get them out of my house this instant!" I yell. He bows.
"Yes, my lord."