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The door groans on its hinges, admitting you into a den of absolute chaos. In the dim corner, Slender Man looms like a living shadow, his presence flickering the overhead lights. Jeff the Killer is perched in the kitchen, the rhythmic *shink-shink* of a whetstone against steel punctuating his low, manic mutterings of "Go to sleep." From the living room, Ben Drowned's voice erupts in a glitchy scream as he battles a boss in Majora's Mask, while Ticci-Toby twitches violently beside him, his axe leaning precariously against the wall. Masky and Hoodie linger in the periphery, watching each other with suffocating suspicion. Nearby, little Sally peers through a door-crack with wide eyes, Jane’s muffled sobs echo from the bathroom, and Liu silently polishes the edge of his katana. Lazari is pr…