Giving up's not an option!
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"Y-you ready for r-round three?" Toby asked as he held up his hatchets, ready to attack.
Sam shook her head with exhaustion.
They had been out in the woods for at least an hour and a half now.
Silly old Slender thought Sam needed to practice her fighting skills if this war was 'going to be theirs', as he put it.
"Just gimme a fucking minute will ya!?" Sam leaned on a tree bark as she tried to get as much air into her lungs as she could.
It was cold, but the pale sun still peeked through grey clouds.
Dead leaves crunched under Toby's feet as he neared Sam.
"T-the point of t-this practice i-is that we don't stop. D-do you think t-the enemy will just w-wait around for you a-all day? N-no!" Toby answered before Sam could reply.
The wind picked up, it left a bitter taste in Sam's mouth, or was it failiure?
Glaring, Sam held up her tired arms and forced herself to fight.
Toby was good to practice on because he couldn't feel pain. He was also the third of Slendy's precious proxies that he bragged about.
Toby grinned under his mouth guard and held up his hatchets.
"Give me all t-that you got, g-give me a challenge!"
Toby's taunts only seemed to fustrate Sam even more. She lashed out at Toby blindly, only to hit air.
Seemingly bemused, Toby quickly kicked out his left leg, tripping Sam.
"You seem to b-be hurrying things n-now that you've h-had enough. That won't work. You need t-tactics."
Sam growled at the boy as she lay excausted in the leaves.
"Hmff. T-that should b-be enough for t-today."
Toby left Sam in her fustration.
Her thoughts didn't seem to comfort her in the slightest now that she was alone once again.
It's not tactics you need. If you have the strengh and quick thinking to react, you don't need tactics.
Sam tried to ignore the voice in her head as she got up. Her legs felt weak under her weight, her arms numb.
What about that tree over there? If you can at least leave a few marks on it then that will prove our strengh!
A ghost of a smile appeared on her face as she slowly neared the old looking tree.
It's bark was all twisted. It had no leaves to cover it's naked twigs.
With all her strengh, Sam began beating on the tree's bark.
Her tired grunts and the noise of metal hitting against wood filled the small forest area.
It was sunset when Sam decided to return to the mansion.
Her hands aced, not to mention her body was full of bruises.
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"Saaaaaammmm..." The familiar raspy voice greeted her when she entered her room.
"You again?" Sam asked, displeased with the bony figure that grounched beneath her bed.
Rake watched as she turned on her light and opened her wardrobe. There wasn't a lot in there besides several scissor blades and clothes.
Rake joined Sam near the wardrobe and peeked behind her legs at the objects.
"Blue...cloth...Rake want!"
Sam pulled the 'blue cloth' away from Rake's outstreched hand and frowned, closing the wardrobe door with a click.
"No, bad Rake!"
"No...cloth?" Rake asked with a bit of disapointment in it's voice.
Sam had to admit, for an ugly little thing that killed, it seemed...like a dog almost. The way it acted, the way it's manner was.
"...I'm going in there now," Sam pointed at the door behind her. "I want you to stay here. If you dare enter the room, I won't get you a tasty human. Got it?"
Rake nodded it's head vigirously at the word 'tasty human'.
Do you think Slendy will let us keep it? The voice at the back of Sam's mind asked.
I don't know. He may have disowned Rake, but I doubt he'd let us keep it.
But it's adorable! The voice argued. Almost like an ugly, little, bull terrier that drools everywhere.
Sam shook her head and jumped into the shower.
Thoughts of strengthening her fighting style and winning this war made her frown.
If only she knew in full detail what was going on.
