"The black goop that falls from EJ’s eye sockets has AMAZING healing properties, almost as good as Slendy’s blood. Several tenants have ingested it one way or another, believing it to be some sort of magical chemical. EJ has yet to correct them."

You stood in the corner of the room, ashen and pale as you watched LJ rip the intenstines out of some poor schmuck. You shivered at the gurgling sounds the man was making, and hearing LJ's soft giggles made everything worse. (AN- just gonna say this now, I know traditionally, LJ kills children, but I really didn't wanna write out the torture of a five year old, so I've gone with this instead- more inside my comfort zone.)

"Are you having fun yet?" He asked the man. Quite foolishly, the person in question weakly shook their heads. LJ's smile vanished.

"No? Well, let me see if I can rectify that," he said, (WARNING! GORE) before digging one clawed finger into the man's eye. You sqeeuzed your eyes shut at the squelching sound it made, and clamped your hands over your ears to block out the man's pained cries.

SPLAT! A dull squishing sound reached your ears, and against your better judgement you cracked open one eye to see the man's eyeball laying smushed on the ground.

That did it- you raced out of the room, one hand over your mouth as the gagging started. You collapsed in front of the toilet just in time, and regurgitated your dinner down the drain.

You fell back, trembling, and cursing your luck.

Really, it was your fault. A prank by Toby and Clockwork gone horribly wrong, and you were caught in the crossfire. Your punishment?

Go with the others on their kills for a week.

You shivered violently upon remembering the brutal torture LJ put that man through. Out of all the pasta you could've gone with, he was the worst. (Either him or Toby... Possibly Jeff too- the way he laughs as he stabs his victims scares you.)

It's strange to you too. Back at the mansion, they always struck you as being the pasta the fandom portrayed them as- they were the headcannons brought to life. (The good ones, that is.)

But out here... Its a different story. At first it was like their personalities did complete 180's, but after hanging around them for so long, you've started to see the blurred lines where the two personalities meet.

You were so lost in thought, you didn't hear the man's wife coming up the stairs until it was too late.

Her startled gasp was all you heard before she was right up in your face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She noticed the blood covering your clothes (as mentioned before, LJ was a very messy killer) "Why are you covered in blood?" She looked towards the floor, noticing your bloody footprints leading away from the master bedroom. Fear filled her eyes.

"You- what did you do?" Her voice trembled violently. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Deep down, you thought she was jumping to conclusions. So what if you were covered in blood and your bloody footprints were leading towards the master bedroom?

...

Yeah, on second thought, maybe she wasn't jumping to conclusions.

"(Y/N) didn't do anything," an accented (I just love accents, really, I truly do) voice spoke up from behind the woman, making both of you jump. You hadnt noticed Laughing Jack standing there. "That dead body in there? Yeah, that was all my doing," he absentmindedly wiped some blood off his fingers with the excess of his shirt and have the lady what he probably thought was a charming grin, but was marred by the blood on his face. "Pretty nice, eh?"

The lady had gone very white. Suddenly, without any warning, she collapsed, which scared the living daylights out of you- you hand expected that. LJ rolled his eyes and gently pushed her body to the side.

"That happens sometimes," he admitted. "Some people can't just handle the truth, I guess," he sighed. "Honestly, I keep telling people, don't ask for honesty if you're not prepared to get it, but do they listen? No, of course not..."

He kept mumbling about this little credo of his as he herded you out of the cramped bathroom and out into the hallway. You were just precipice of the stairs when everything went wrong.

A blinding pain was all you registered as you yelled out, and toppled forwards- down the stairs.

You were dimly aware of LJ yelling out in shock and rage, but were more concerned with how your body was currently contorting in ways it wasn't meant to contort.

You tried to stop yourself, do anything to slow your descent, but nothing seemed to work- gravity and momentum were working in tandem against you, pulling you downwards and forwards at a rate you couldn't control.

Your head smashed against the wall, and that was it, you were out like a light, your body lifeless at the foot of the stairs.

~~~

Beep... Beep... Beep...

A monotonous beeping sound reached your ears and you groaned, already annoyed. Was it already time for school? You could've sworn five minutes ago you were scrolling through tumblr...

Muffled voices reached your ears and you sighed, resigned to your fate; "Alright, (mum/dad/sombody else) I'm up, I'm up..."

Quiet snickering reached your ears and your eyes flew open, an intense blush taking over your features at the reply you heard; "Last I checked, I wasn't (person you chose up above)." You glared up at Jeff.

"Fuck off," you grumbled. Jeff chuckled.

"Glad to see you back in the land of the living, (nickname)," he said. You straightened out a kink in your neck.

"What happened?" You asked. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck." Jeff shook his head.

"Some asshole pushed you down the stairs," he explained, knuckles going white around the hilt of his knife. You developed a sudden interest in the bedsheets, having a feeling that whoever pushed you hadn't lived to tell the tale.

"So what exactly went down?" You asked.

"You broke three of your ribs, got a level 3 concussion, gave yourself a compound fracture in your ulna, transverse fracture with your carpals, shattered your left patella, cracked three of your cervical vertebrae, and managed to collapse your left lung," you jumped as EJ walked into the room, a clipboard clutched tightly in his left hand.

"All that?" You asked, amazed. "You sure I'm not dead?" EJ shook his dead.

"Yes, but you have it your best shot," he said, collapsing at his desk. "You were in a coma for five days." Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

"Five days?" You repeated. Jeff nodded.

"Mhmm," he confirmed. "Eyeless was working himself down to the bone to keep you stabilized." Your gaze flickered over to the eyeless cannibal, noticing for the first time the bags under his empty eye sockets, message hair, and the way he held himself- all indicators that he was ready to collapse at any moment.

EJ flushed. "It was nothing. Really." Jeff snorted.

"Dude, you fucking passed out!" He exclaimed. EJ pouted.

"Not my fault," he snapped back. "You just don't know how to draw blood!"

"Hey, I was on a time limit. Don't judge."

EJ opened his mouth to retailate, but you interupted before he could; "Not that this isn't hilarious as all hell to watch, but what's this about drawing blood?" EJ chewed his lip.

"Don't freak out," he advised. "You were fading fast. We didn't know what to do, so we went with the demon blood option." You paled.

"Demon blood?" You squeaked. "You injected me with demon blood?" Your mind was racing. "Am I gonna turn into a demon now?" EJ shook his head.

"No, that's not how people become demons," from the tone of his voice, you suspected he knew this firsthand. "We only have you about half a pint. It was a lot, but it was a risk we had to take." You nodded, absorbing the information, and a thought occurred to you.

"Wait, how much blood did Jeff draw?" You asked. "Half a pint missing isn't enough to make someone pass out."

"That's because Jeff didn't take half a pint," he shot a look at the psycho. "He took three fucking pints." Your eyes bugged out of your head.

"How the hell are you not dead?" Was the first thing out of your mouth. EJ shrugged.

"I have an extra pint of blood in my body," he said. "And my body makes blood faster than the average human anyways. But still," he gave Jeff a dissaproving look. "The least you could've done is catch me!" Jeff threw his hands up in the air.

"You're six fucking feet man!" He exclaimed. "If I tried to catch you, I'd fall too!" EJ rolled his eyes.

"Excuses, excuses," he said, then yawned. "(Y/N), it's lovely to see you awake, but I'm running on coffee and a prayer right now, so I'm gonna go to bed." The cannibal waved at you, then dissapeared down the hall. You watched him go, then turned to Jeff.

"Anything exciting happen while I was out?" You asked. Jeff shrugged.

"Murder counts went up," he admitted. "Toby ran into his mum. BEN lost his game cartridge again." You frowned.

"I miss all the exciting stuff," you mumbled. Jeff shrugged.

"Well, you're up now," he said cheerfully. "Oh, and Slender's revoked your having to go watch us kill people." You breathed a sigh of relief. You loved spending time with the pasta, but not when they were ending people's lives. Not to mention the beating your sanity must've taken...

This little thought followed you throughout the day, and try as you might, you just couldn't forget it.

(So yeah, Reader-chan almost died... Heh...
Also, bit of a strange question, but would you guys say the nickname "Dollface" can be considered non-binary/gender neutral? Only asking 'cause I've lost track of how many times I've wanted a pasta to call (Y/N) that and didn't because I wanted to keep (Y/N) gender-ambigious and wasn't sure if Dollface was a gender-ambigious nickname.)