Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers

(you are playing as your character)

Today was just as ordinary a day as any other, boring and tedious. A month had already passed since you became one of the residents of the ancient mansion. Everyone had grown used to you, and you to them; for the most part, everything was fine, even very good.
Today, of all days, there was a sort of "cleaning" in the mansion—though calling it cleaning was a stretch. Mold and blood had literally grown into the old walls and floorboards, and this cleaning was merely an illusion of cleanliness.
Since early morning, Slenderman had assigned most of the proxies and residents of the house their tasks, deciding who would do what and who wouldn't be doing anything at all. In short, you weren't given anything; there was so little trust in you that they wouldn't even hand you a rag. Which was for the best.
Right now, Toby was on the second floor, trying to scrub dried blood droplets off old paintings alongside Jeff the Killer. As expected, nothing was working. It was as if this grime was impossible to remove with anything, and in principle, there was no point in scrubbing it anyway—the house would remain just as creepy and filthy, a pigsty, to put it bluntly. But unfortunately, Slenderman's order to clean the mansion was an order. Why they were cleaning was unclear, but then again, no one really asked; who knew what had popped into Slenderman's head. After all, this was essentially a hotel for them, a branch of hell; monsters, ghosts, and similar entities weren't something supernatural here. Rather, they were mundane and familiar to everyone.

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