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I glare down at Jane's unmoving form. Part of me deep down suffers a wave of sadness crashing down on my heart from what I had just done to her. My outwards reception towards the situation however remained unbothered.

After staring her down for a while I turn to The SlenderMan. I couldn't read his aura of the situation no matter how hard I tried, and the fact that he had no facial expression in the first place didn't help.

The strange man said nothing to me. A long moment of still silence was shared between us as I stared at him and he 'stared' at me. Then, he abruptly turned from me, facing towards the back wall of the basement.

"You have an extraordinary talent. It's unbelievable how you, a simple human outsider with no knowledge whatsoever of even wielding a weapon would manage to take out my strongest killers and proxies and still remain bold enough to advance upon the rest."

I stand quietly only watching him for a moment, before cracking my neck a bit and slinging the hatchet I had used to slay Jane into it's place on my harness. I didn't really have any interest in talking—I was simply here to get the job done. I could care less if I ended up dead or kept living—if SlenderMan thought I was extraordinary or detestable for my deeds—all I wanted to do was kill them all.

'No...I want this all to end. It should've never gotten this far...'

"Where are the weapons," I inquire, watching the pale man blankly. SlenderMan hesitated before he steps aside, revealing a large open chest that seems to be stocked with high caliber weapons and other deadly things.

I walk over to the chest and kneel before it as I start pulling out it's contents; one by one I laid weapons on the ground till I found one I figured may be useful and end this all quicker than planned.

'I can take out most the humane killers with the hatchets, no problem...Jeff gets a bullet to the skull though. I wonder if that Puppeteer guy is flammable...would like to see his face melt off. What do I do with the clown? I'll see if it's possible to cut him bit by but with the hatchet...if not I'll blow his brains out. Sally? I'll be lenient. She'll suffer from loneliness when everyone in this hellhole is dead—.'

"You know..." Slender began speaking again which interrupted my thoughts, " you've shown yourself more capable of being a proxy than even my closest comrades. You don't think I know what you've done to my servants? Why else do you think you've managed to get away with so many murders and not face any opposition yet?"

I listen but I don't plan on responding. All I needed him to do was lead me to the arsenal. I didn't ask for a pep talk. SlenderMan kept speaking, regardless of my refusal to be receptive of his words, "I've seen everything. I let you mow down each and every killer you targeted when I could've stopped you at any moment. Instead, I've realized you're everything these other killers aren't. You aren't a joke. You're merciless. You truly are a killer."

I was in the midst of examining what looked like an M16 automatic when his final sentence actually broke through this rigid shell I was stuck in and I felt my fists tighten.

'You truly are a killer.'

"No..." I mumble under my breath, slowly lowering the gun and rising up from the ground, "I'm not a killer. I'm a revenger...a savior....heh, a hero."

After calling myself a 'hero', my face contorts into a maniacal smirk that stretches beneath my mask. "That's it. A fuckin' hero. I'm gonna liberate humanity from you sickos and then everyone'll be safe. I'm doing the right thing! Aha, Aren't I!?"

I slap a hand over my forehead and begin snorting as if to burst out into laughter. I feel completely out of control of my own body at this point. I wanted to burst out laughing and I didn't know why. I wanted to laugh while shooting and stabbing every living—and dead— thing that roamed in this fucked up mansion.

"I'm doing a great thing. Aren't you guys proud of me?" I mutter out again, this time more to myself and as if my Dads would even have any idea of what I was doing right now. They wouldn't even be able to contemplate the things I've done. But it's a good thing, right? I'm killing the killers!

I grin as I lower myself before the weapon crate and return to picking and hauling more of its contents.

SlenderMan's p. o. v.

...Anyways, this human is delusional.

However, it doesn't change the fact that they would be of great use to me. Everyday I'm surrounded by fools who don't want to do any work and boldly sit around all day lounging about. Unlike them, (Y/N) has the capability to be a loyal, merciless vessel of terror unleashed upon society. It's unfortunate that their ideals seek justice which completely counter my values ...

"I suppose you're out to kill me too then?" I eventually spoke again while they obsessively observed and decided on weapons. "I'm not an idiot; I know I can't kill you. Trust me, I contemplated that much while hacking your clock-eyed brunette to bits," (Y/N) responded harshly.

"I'm your biggest threat. How do you think you will continue on killing my housemates when I am still a threat? What if I decide to finally do away with you?"

"Every second you stand there talking about killing me rather than actually doing it gives me more time to eliminate more of your little cult."

I can only find myself amused by their responses as they stood up again, finally choosing to keep the automatic weapon they had paused on before. The 'hero' who looked so much like my proxy finally looked directly at me and crooked their neck. "You've only helped me because you think in the end I'm doing this in some sort of favor to you. I've got nothing to prove to you, Slender Man. All of this carnage I've caused? It's all to spite you."

Their resolve was resolute, yet there was one other thing I noticed that they would not disclose to me. Not only are they doing it out of anger, but specifically to protect someone it seems. I scan their thoughts in the span of a few seconds and find the missing piece. The one thing that drives this seemingly nobody of an individual to such great lengths as to murder in a house of murderers.

They're doing it to assure safety for their family.

And now that I know the main drive for their actions, I can most certainly turn this tide of events into my favor...

Let's see just how much it would take to break them completely.

(Y/N)'s p. o. v.

The SlenderMan seems to be looking at me for a while before suddenly vanishing from sight. I blink at the sudden disappearance, then assume he might've teleported elsewhere.

Not that I cared. I was still alive and he didn't seem to insinuate wanting to kill me yet so I wasn't going to stop while I was so far in already. It's the deepest shit I've ever gotten myself into, so at this point I may as well finish what I started. Especially after having to kill Jane, the one who actually tried to help me.

'I should've saved her...kept her alive. She wanted to help. She wanted to help me. Why didn't I stop at her... why couldn't I hold back?' I begin to think.

I ended up so far into my thoughts again that I didn't realize my body had started to moved on it's own and I was heading up and out of the basement with the M16 held firmly in my grasp. I start panicking when it seems like I'm not in control anymore, then I suddenly stop walking and my brain gets ahold of itself again.

My hand itches to reach into my hoodie and pull out the bottle of pills, as I was feeling the guilt ridden thoughts coming back and my energy was yet again fleeting. I hear the same voice in my head that counters my thoughts of holding back.

'Don't stop, (Y/N). We're the good guys. You want them all dead, don't you? You want them to pay for all their crimes? You want to make sure your family is safe from harm? Come to me...continue to heed my words. I will lead you to your goals...and then you will help me destroy all my enemies who are in turn yours as well.'

The voice was enough to help me give in and grab ahold of the pill bottle. I pop off the cap and dispense three into my palm, wasting no time in consuming them and feeling the familiar rush of static and adrenaline coarse through my body.

The remorse fades away...the urge to spill their blood grows...I take up the M16, resting the stock against my shoulder and slowly ascend up the stairs to where the other pastas would still be gathered. Before I reach the top where most of them are still distracted in grieving ClockWork, I reach to my side belt and grab one of the items I snagged from the chest—smoke bombs.

I duck before hurling the bombs into the the hallway and they burst, causing the area to become enveloped in a deep, dark smoke. I hear the alarmed and confused sounds of the killers arise and I proceed up the rest of the stairs with the gun, ready to mow as many down as I could.

I let loose of all my thoughts and emotion and let loose a barrage of bullets into the smoke.

The sound of screaming and heavy footsteps; the thud of bodies falling and shelling piercing flesh...all of it enveloped my hearing in the melodic sounds of death.

I felt like a fucking savior.

'You've done a wonderful job. Everyone will be safe because of you.'

I eventually run out of ammo and drop the gun at my side, reaching now for the hatchets and I cautiously walk into the dissipating smoke. In the light haze, I can see the bodies of a few killers laid out on the ground. Some were lurched over against the walls, struggling to keep themselves up as their bodies were decorated with bullet wounds from the fire. Even some of the entities I assumed would be harder to kill off suffered from bullet damage.

My eyes move to the end of the hall and I see one of the only ones still standing; Sally. She was frozen as she stared at the blood of her housemates staining the carpets and the walls. Her green eyes slowly trail to mine.

"To....by.................................?"

A loud grunt comes from behind me and I see Jeff fighting to lift his head from off the ground; he was soaking in his own blood that was still leaking from wounds in his body. "It—it...it was y-you...." He rasped lowly, barely able to get out his words, "Toby...you f....fucking............"

I await patiently to hear the rest of his remark but he never finishes. Jeff's head collapses and he never speaks again. Sally clutches the area where her heart would be and falls to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes. A soundless cry comes from out of her mouth as the realization of what I had done crashes over her.

I turn from Sally and look back to the others. Glitchy Red seemed to still be alive but he sat beside an unmoving Judge Angels, crying his loudest. His body was glitched out in huge spaces, probably from places he took damage from the gunfire. Puppeteer was holding the limp body of Nina in his arms, fighting to not scream out in despair. Laughing Jack seemed to be attempting to regenerate himself as he was leaned against a wall, breathing heavily and eyeing me with a wide eyed look of disbelief. Smile Dog was trying to limp down the hall with one of his legs blown off, a lifeless Grinny being held in his muzzle.

'Damn...the dog and cat are the only ones I kinda feel bad for...'

I start to pace around the hall with the hatchet held readily in hand, examining the killers and making sure the humans specifically were dead. In the case of Eyeless Jack, I noticed him fighting to pull himself up off the ground, growling and hissing like a deranged rat.

I walk up to him and slam my foot down on his bloodied back, causing a shrill scream to erupt from Sally's mouth. I ignore her and raise the hatchet over the back of his head to end him for good.

Just as I was about to bring down the blade upon his skull, a loud exasperated shout suddenly echos across the hallway, and I abruptly turn towards the stairs to where the shout came from.

I see standing there with a gun held up in my direction the familiar face of none other than my doppelgänger. Toby. The real Toby.

His eyes were bloodshot and huge as he stood there shaking and twitching with his gun—no wait, that's my gun—aimed at me. His eyes dart widely around the hall, taking in the entirety of the massacre I left on display.

The only sounds in the place were Sally and Glitchy Red's sobs, and Eyeless Jack's wheezing beneath the heel of my boot. After a while, I remove my foot from Jack and turn to face the man that stole my my life with a large grin. I hold up my hands as if mockingly beholding the scene of dead killers behind me as I slowly approach the frozen proxy.

"Welcome home, (Y/N)," I scoff, "you're a bit late to the party, aren't you?"


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