*Gives Slendy a hug* My Slendy, lets go look for Jeff.
You walk into a town, in Germany, and find the foreigners looking at you strangely, even though there are other tourists. Everybody backs up into a house, store, or restaurant. You hear growling from a pound, curious you get closer. Only to see nothing. Nothing is there. But, you have growing behind you. Something pounces and bites your throat, hitting your jugular vein, nearly killing you instantly. You were able to see something, before your vision blurred. And realize that it was your own pet dog. Someone broke into your house and your dog attacked you. You weren't in Germany, you were in your own house. You were dreaming. But the pain was so real. You look back to it, then the vision fades. And you die.