no one knows peace in the slender mansion if slenders wife is upset.
Ah yes, the good ole butterfly effect. Starts off small (in your terms) 2nd day of your period, nothing is going right for you so far. Coffee spilled on your shirt, socks stepped in a wet puddle, and the amount of dishes in the sink is sending you into an overstimulated spiral. Now we're all aware Jeff has no filter and is terrible with words, but he clearly doesn't have that self awareness. Let's say he's trying to teach you haw to throw a knife, something simple, but you can't get the angle right and it keeps flunking into the dirt.
"oh my fucking God woman, can you do something right and just throw the damn thing!? All you have to do is hit the damn tree! It's right fucking there."
It wasn't anything new to hear him curse at you, or anyone for that matter—ike that. But it was just enough to make all your emotions shift to the heavier side of your heart and when that first tear fell, all hell broke lose.
It was subtle at first, after you returned inside, the electricity was ten times for unstable. And it snowballs form there. With barely functioning electricity, BEN's whole setup is down. Dark web? Unsaved Minecraft grinding? Gone. then its the signal that folds in, radios, phones and more importantly, walkie talkies were useless. Butchering atleast two ongoing missions and Butchered missions means no communication and no plan. No plan? Everything goes haywire, which also means no completed kills or successful raids. forcing the now very tired and pissed off proxies to return to the manor to figure out how to move forward.
Meanwhile, EJ is piecing all of the medical knowledge together to try and figure out why Jeff is bleeding out with no inside or outside wounds? No punctured arteries or cuts, just way to much blood coming out of nostrils at once. Not to mention toby dry heaving from exhaustion because while the others could make it back no problem, he had sudden back-to-back missions, barely having time to eat, courtesy of slender himself just to keep the kid busy. But I think everyone owes Brian a thank you for starting the ending of the whole catastrophe off.
The wife he were talking about was very comfortably nestled in his office, now comforted and fast asleep as a form of comfort offered by slender for these occasions. He found it better if you didn't know he was working his subordinates to the bone just because a slip of the tongue.
As for the final blow, no one really slept that night. It didn't matter if they slept at the manor or in the cabin or in a motel 4 miles away, there's no rest for those who harm the delicate.
