Bravery is the key to having a chance to do something further in the future, so long as you don't die being brave...
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"So how do we get to the place, because, seriously buddy, I have no teleportation skills!"
Stitch rolled his eyes at Sam but said nothing. There was no point to this argument, especially if it was with Sam, who was as stubborn as a mule.
"Look, I know you're not a people person, but at least talk!" Sam said, her voice the only thing to show that she was there in the dark.
"Sssh!" Stitch stopped walking and hurried over past the corner of a building.
The sound of gurgling filled the night before it fell silent once again.
Whatever he was up to, Sam knew she shouldn't look.
C'mon, just one peek! You know what's lying there, limp in it's own-
For once just shut up, would ya!? Sam clenched and unclenched her fists in anger.
This was not what she wanted at all.
It was it. The voice.
All it ever wanted was bloodshed. It sickened her to think it got it's enjoyment out of killing.
Although, she'd never admit it, Sam was a killer herself, all because she was afraid.
Stitch appeared around the corner with a torch in hand. He waved her over and disappeared again.
Slowly, she slipped after him.
They stood at the back of a shop, it was empty here, a single car had been parked, it's door left open, the engine still running.
"You drive!" Stitch muttered and jumped into the passenger seat.
Sam groaned, "Why me?"
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"So...is it me or is it weird here without Slender around?" Eyeless broke the akward silence in the room.
Nobody answered.
Jeff was buisy bitting his nails - what was left of them - Sally played nervously with her teddy and BEN was probably buisy loitering on the school's computer.
Eyeless sighed and neared the chalk board. Over and over, he drew Zalgo's signature logo. It had been imprinted into his mind since that one shitty day.
Had he listened to Greg, would he be in his own house, playing video games like time didn't tick? Would everything be different?
Eyeless shook his head at the thought and let it go. There was no point in pondering about the past.
He had more problems to worry about. Such as ther pain in his head.
He keeled over in pain, his head thumping at the searing pain that burned throughout his mind and down to his body, numbing it.
Blurry visions flashed through his mind as he clawed at his face in pain.
"Hmhmhm, we should start calling you Eyeless Jack, since all you have is empty sockets, dripping with tar."
"Shut it! Where the hell am I and who are you!?"
"Ooh, feisty! To begin with, we are in your own mind. You, my friend, are speaking to the great king of the underworld, Zalgo."
