Slender's P.O.V.
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Silvanna is now dead. I feel her soul leave; it tunnels down on a journey to hell.She doomed herself into an eternity of pain for the love of a murderer. How pitiful...
I stand stoic as I watch Lord Zalgo leave with Silvanna's heart in his hand, most likely taking the immortal serum to revive Jeffrey.
Not long after Zalgo leaves, Masky staggers though the door, as he throws off his mask I see multiple scratches upon him. He then pulls of his hoody, and I can see scratches across his back as well. Hoody follows Masky in and tilt my head at him. I feel the want to smirk at the dirty thoughts going through my head. Yet I had decided to lock away all emotion, so I just watch them, until they scurry off to Masky's room.
I teleport his mother's ring into his back pocket as I write a farwell note to them, which I teleport into my son's pocket as well. Then, as silently as I stalk my prey, I slink off into the darkness. Swiftly, I traverse the woods, and glide over the salty spray of ocean waters. Then, I am back to where I once begun, where the emotion started and where it must end. Where I might find contentment in killing, instead of feeling the pull of life and pursuit of happiness any longer.
I am home.
Masky's P.O.V.
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I sit down on my bed as I wait for Hoody to change into some comfortable sleeping clothes, yet when I do try to sit I feel something hard in my back pocket. I pull it out; its a piece of paper wrapped around something. That thing is a ring. It is thin and silver with the phases of the moon etched upon the outside. I then look at the paper it is was wrapped in and look wide eyed as I see my father's long, thin strokes of calligraphy upon it.
It says, "Masky this was the ring I gave your mother, Slenderwoman. It doesn't look like much, though it was as she prefered. Every night the moon was visable she would visit me in the woods of my homeland. Though, she never let me near her unless the moon was at its fullest. It led to much fustration, yet it taught me that Love is more than physical.
I offered her riches beyond her wildest dreams, yet she always replied "I'd rather have something from the heart." If Hoody ever makes you wait on the moon, you might grasp a sliver of what it meant to us. So, let your love be like the moon. You won't always be able to see it, yet like the moon it will return and strengthen over time. While, its light doesn't shine, the wanting shall give you strength to wait, for the next loving embrace.
You need to be strong, I am giving you command of the proxies, for I have grown weary of this game of cat and mouse. Thus, in the end I will be here for you in spirit, much like your mother, yet it is your job to use the cards fate deals you. Whether you thrive, or fail is now in your hands. ~Slenderman "
My hands are clenched tight around the ring, as I let a single tear fall. He left me, I knew he would one day, yet I had thought he would tell me face to face. I didn't even get to say Goodbye...
Hoody climbs onto my lap and starts cuddling me and kissing the damp trail of my tear. He doesn't ask what's wrong, to him it doesn't matter as long as he thinks he can fix it. Though, he starts to frown as he sees I am still sad. He shifts in my lap so he can put his head on my chest. Though, as he wraps his legs around my waist, I let out a groan, that quickly sends he back to his last position. He blushes as he looks up at me and finally asks "What's wrong?".
