Sleep is the thing that keeps you sane and connects you to tomorrow, if you cut the ties, it doesn't turn pretty...
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It had been two days since the Jane and Dark incident and the killers were even more tense than usual.
Sam decided to skulk off into the woods by herself as a way to clear her head.
Bad thoughts had been nagging at her lately. Some ate at the back of her mind like acid.
Jane had been tagging along with Sam and Rake, since she was her responsibility, and had told her more about Zalgo and his little plans.
It seemed there was more to this war than it sounded like, and it wasn't good.
Sam jumped onto a tree branch and sighed. She was so tired. Last night she couldn't sleep and had trained in the woods with Rake, the night before had been the same.
The wind picked up, giving off a cool breeze and the scent of blood. Perhaps Slender and the others had gone off to kill, since they were so on edge.
You know what we could do right now? The voice at the back of Sam's head asked mischeviously. We could run far and become rebels! Disobey Slenderfuck's orders and go on the piss, binge killing and the like!
Shut up... Sam thought without even the slightest bit of annoyance.
The voice was always so annoying and suggesting insane things. Sam wasn't even surprised anymore.
As much as the offer sounded though, Sam knew better.
She was tired of letting her other choose her fate and getting her into trouble. All she wanted was some peace, but she knew how hard that was since that one day...
Why should we have to train here? The voice raged. It's so boring I want to bite someone's finger off!
Is that how you sort out your hissy fits?
No! Blood is the answer! It always it!
Sam smiled a small smile. You make it sound like blood is drugs.
It almost is, oh, the ecstasy of the taste and how it trickles down someone's open wound!
Sam slouched on the tree branch. These were the troubles of having conversations with the voice. Most of them never made sence.
Now that she thought about it, she never really took notice of the voice. Never asked about it or for it's name. She merely treated it like a pest ghost friend. No, scratch that! The voice wasn't a friend. More like a alive shadow that will be attached to her forever.
So, what do you think about this Zalgo bastard?
What do I think? The voice repeated mockingly. I don't think anything about him. But now that you mension it, snapping his skinny little neck and kicking his little dick off would be pretty fun!
Sam gaged.
Or just snap off a horn of his and stab him in the eye and be done with it!
Yeah, but that wouldn't be fun! The voice groaned. Besides, we both know it wouldn't kill him.
Sam's heart beat faster in her chest. Of course she knew that!
That tiny little emphasis always poped up every now and again, and it pissed Sam off.
She felt the urge to crush a deer's head, but thought better of it and began jumping from branch to branch, deep in thought.
What were they going to do about this war?
It didn't seem like they were going far and being hunted down wasn't very fun.
Can we go and talk to Anonymous, pleeeease?
Sam knew that the voice was nothing but trouble with him. He was, after all, a dumped maniack that lingered on his past love that will never return.
No. I'm not getting myself into more trouble, not after the last time you spoke to him.
Sam recalled last week where she had run off and caused a boom between two cars. They had exploded a gas station and boy was there a mess and lots of dead bodies.
Awwwwe, come ooooon! I'm so fucking boooored! The voice groaned.
BEN had offered to let them play a game called 'Five Nights at Freddy's' but after seeing the creepy chiken that looked as if it would eat her soul, Sam declined the offer and went to do her own things, which were nothing.
Shivering, she shoved her hands in her pockets and jumped off the branch with a soft thud on the dirt floor.
Hey, Sam, let's go this way! The voice chuckled.
Sam cocked her head to the side slightly.
Why?
Let's just go, I'm bored!
Juging by the way the voice sounded, Sam decided to go the way it wanted. She didn't want any more accidents on her part all because of the voice.
Soon, she came to a clearing in the woods.
A river flowed down the slimy rocks as it slowly passed through the woods. The water had a slight tinge of red to it and looked suspicious. Something glinted at the bottom of the river, it had been caught in between two sharp looking rocks.
But it wasn't the river that had caught her attension. It was something much more grim.
Sam stood stiff to the spot, not knowing what to do. Her mouth was agape, her eyes moving from one place to the other.
She swallowed hard. If she didn't go now who knew what would happen.
Before Sam could do anything, she heard her name being called.
She turned around to see L.J in the distance.
Then he spotted her.
The sight didn't seem to bother L.J in the slightest as his eyes looked around with a mix of exitement and question.
"I didn't know you could kill like this!" L.J exclaimed with amusement. "How did a small meatsack such as yourself manage to do this?"
Many mangled corpses littered the dirt floor. Some had been scewered and left on tree branches. Their lifeless eyes stared at nothing in particular, blood dripped from their mouths and other wounds that were visible beneath the tattered, cut fabric of their blood drenched clothes.
Sam breathed heavily. Some limbs and insides lay a few feet from their bodies, some were lost and some didn't look like they belonged to the right body they lay beside.
This was exactly like the massacre Sam had done a few months back when she had lost all sence.
Her head pounded at the memory. It felt like forever since she had killed.
She itched to kill, to stab and rip someone alive and hear their screams of agony as their faces scrunch with pain and fear in their eyes.
L.J glanced at Sam before he turned his back to the work of art and patted Sam's trembling shoulder.
He understood.
"I think we should tell Slender about our encounter. Kuhuhu, I think he'll be very surprised." L.J chuckled.
Sam blinked away her thoughts and quietly followed the clown back to the run-down house of Splendor's.
By now the roof looked like it were about to fall as it caved in.
All her uncomfortability and sick feeling faded a little when she spotted Rake waiting for her in the hallway.
"Get out of my way, freak!" L.J kicked Rake out of the way, making it fall on it's side painfully.
Sam shook her head and kneeled down beside it.
"Poor bastard!" She mumbled.
