Casting Shadows (a Creepypasta book)

Final Battle

Slenderman pov

There's a heavy air in the mansion. After the funeral Shadow disappeared off into the woods. I could feel her presence until she broke out of the line of trees and she was gone. I am not the type for worry, instead I work on trying to balance the house back out.

BEN was in complete mourning when I passed by his room, it was dark and I could feel the soft glow of his ds, center of the bed under the covers.
"Slender," he calls as I pass, I appear beside the bed, looking down at him, BEN swallowed thickly before opening his mouth again, "how- she can't die. Aren't the dragons immortal? What about the rings? They need her right?" His voice was quivering.

"BEN, you know the girls history. Most creepypastas were full human before turning, the creepy pasta blood takes over. But, they were born with the original creepypasta blood already in them. Mixed with their other abilities, most of them are at least a quarter human still. I would've thought Spyro's spirit dragon was enough to save her, spirit dragons are some of the most powerful creatures when it comes to their life. The only way to truly kill one in spirit dragon form is to destroy their heads completely. But Spyro... went through a lot very quickly. We only discovered her mere weeks before her final transformation hit, combined with the exhaustion of fighting, maybe her body just couldn't do it anymore."

BEN was actually crying, muffling it with a hand over his mouth, "what are we supposed to do?" He asked again.

"Zalgo is not going to stop. Spyro is gone now but Shadow, Midnight, Icy, Katrina, Kadence, Alix, all of them will be next. Picked off one by one until it's just us again," honestly I could use the peace, but Shadow.

Shadow. Where is Shadow?

"They'll have to fight."

"We've all be fighting for too long. We've made 0 progress."

"I have a plan, Child."

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Night fell and I began growing uneasy, I stood in the middle of my forest, the fog surrounding me, wrapping me up tight like a cozy blanket. Shadow, focus on Shadow.

It took a moment to understand what's going on, she's asleep somewhere. Somewhere... hard, she's laying on something hard and cold and gripping something. Something sharp, it's cutting into her hand. Is she holding a knife in her sleep?

"Let her keep the stupid ring, the dragon sister passed, they can't even use them now." A familiar voice, it echoed around the chamber Shadow must be laying in.

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"Have you seen Shadow?" Is the first question I get when I pop into the living room.

"Get ready."

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Shadow POV

I woke up cold, if I hadn't been so nervous someone would come to kill me in my sleep I would've slept as a wolf. Instead, I realized as the pain seeped into my hand and I dropped the knife to the floor. A clattering sound that made my cringe and in my hand was a large gash.

It'll heal, soon enough, I reach back down to grab it, tucking the knife away. Did they really think I would kill myself? Not yet anyways, not with my daughter out there.

I laid awake in the cell for what felt like hours, simply not moving. Slenderman... I wish he'd save me again, but no one's healed from that fight and Zalgo knows it. He knows I'm weak, my sisters are too.

"Good morning my dear,
Well, not good, I fear," a sing songy voice called for me. I almost rolled my eyes, facing the wall and refusing to turn around. When Uni approached I pulled out the knife, but she caught my wrist in her hand without a second thought. It was almost embarrassing, the way she easily shook my hand and my grip faltered. The knife clamoring back onto the floor. Fućk.