Brats...!

A sound of breaking glass interrupted me. I sighed. I really wanted to finish that piece of cake, but it seemed like brats decided to make my morning as annoying as always.
  I stood up and slowly went downstairs. A loud argument was coming for a living room. It was getting louder and louder with every step I made.
  When I finally reached the room I saw a little apocalypse. Pillows were ripped to shreds, all curtains were lying torn on a floor, walls were painted with... I don't even know what that was. And my favourite clock had its glass broken.
  In the middle of the disaster were three arguing brats and one puppy. They were yelling at each other so loud they didn't even hear me gasp. They didn't notice me until I grabbed them with my tendrills. Brats looked at me with fear in their eyes. Good. I was pissed.
- Will any of you explain me - I started with an ice-cold voice - what happened in this room?
  And once again they were trying to shout over each other,  I silenced them with squeezing them slightly.
- Jeff, you start.
  A little boy known as Jeff the Killer started relating how his friends were playing with his knives and threw one into my clock. When he finished the other brats didn't hide their indignation. I had to silence them once again.
  Then I asked Laughing Jack. The little clown claimed it was Jeff who stole his candy and smear it on the walls. And others broke my clock with his lollipop.
  Eyeless Jack said he couldn't stop others from stealing his scalpels and tearing curtains right before they plucked them. And that wasn't his fault that one of scalpels broke my clock.
  Smile Dog had just the best story I've ever heard. That was a herd of wild Pikachus that ruined everything. When he finished other kids were looking at him with big eyes.
  I sighed. I could say who destroyed what... except for my clock. There was only one way to find out...
  I teleported with them over a deep precipice and held them far behind its edge. Their screams were the sweetest music to my ears. I could listen to that for a long time... if I had time. Slenderman was about to come back for them in 5 minutes and before that time I had to know who broke my clock.
  I squeezed them hard enough to shut them up.
- This is your last chance, brats. What happened in that room?
  They finally admitted they all ruined my room, but none of them knew what happened to my clock. That was weird. They knew messing up with me then was the very last thing they should do. But I knew that... they were telling the truth. So who broke my clock...?
  I teleported back to the living room and dropped the brats. They were still a bit shocked. I walked up  to my clock and took a closer look at it. The glass was melted a bit. And I knew only one person that could do something like that...
- BEN!!! COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
  A little boy in Link's outfit appeared. He looked at me with big, innocent eyes... at least they would look like that if it wasn't for their colors. Black and red? Not really innocent.
  I showed him one of the  glass shards.
- Can you explain me this?
  He looked at it tilting his head.
- It was... melted, right...? - he looked at me. I already knew who broke my clock, but I decided to give him a chance.
- Right. And can you tell me why?
  He shook his head. So he wasted his chance...
  In the very next moment he was squeaking in my grip. I was squeezing him tighter and tighter with a loud hiss. Nobody destroys my stuff. I could sense his fear. That was something so sweet and pleasant...! So I decided to do even more. I opened my eyes and jaws. Even the other brats were screaming in fear, and I though one of them simply wet himself. I wasn't surprised. Seeing me enraged was terrifying even to my brothers, so brats like them had to be scared almost to death.
  I was having some really good fun when I felt someone's hand poking me in the back. I looked there and saw Slenderman himself.
  Or at least what he used to be a very long time ago.
  He barely reached my waist. He was wearing black pants, a white shirt and a black tie, as he used to when he was very young. That was so adorable..!
- I guess you scared them enough... Come on, let Ben go.
  I tossed the little boy and closed my eyes and jaws. I sighed.
- No fun with you at all... anyway, do you have that thing you needed?
  He nodded and took out a stack of little bottles. They were filled with a silver-green liquid.
- Now we can get back to our true ages... I am tired with being that short. - he distributed the bottles among the boys. Before he gave it to Ben I grabbed it.
- Not so fast, little elf... - I hissed - first you have to clean that mess.
  He was shocked.
- B-but... I didn't mess up your room!
- But you broke my favorite thing. This is why you clean the entire room. - I've heard other brats giggling. - And your friends will clean the other rooms.
  Giggles stopped. So did the whole movement. In fact, everything was gone. All I could see was black and I heard the clock ticking.
  I was in my bed in my flat. I wasn't Slenderman's sister and didn't meet other Creepypastas. They were only in my dream...