Creepy House

Several months had passed since you arrived at the CreepyHouse. Against all odds, you had become Slenderman's favorite. Every time you asked for something, he found a way to get it, whether it was a book, new clothes, candy, or simply letting you go out into the woods when no one else was allowed.

That afternoon you were peacefully sitting on the sofa eating a bag of sweets that he himself had left on the table for you. Jeff walked through the room and sighed in annoyance.

—Seriously, again? He always tells me no.

Toby nodded, crossing his arms.

—Last week he asked her for a new blanket... and she showed up with three.

Ben barely looked up from his console.

—It doesn't even surprise me anymore.

While everyone was still complaining, Slenderman entered the room and placed a box in front of you. Inside was the exact object you had mentioned that morning. Without saying a word, he left again.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

"...He has a very obvious favoritism," Masky muttered.

No one disputed that claim. It was impossible to do so when evidence continued to surface practically every day.