Dolls Left in Fragments

Intrigue

   "You...what?" Jeff demanded after hearing Jace's recount of what had happened.
   Jace sighed, running his hands through his ebony hair. "I suppose I should go talk to Slender now..."
   "Well...good luck with that," Jeff patted Jace on the back, then continued sharpening his knife.
   Jace trudged up the stairs and down the hallway to Slender's study, each step feeling heavier and heavier. He hesitatingly knocked on the door, fidgeting with his hands as he waited for an answer.
   "Come in," Slender's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. Jace entered.
   "Hello, Jace. What brings you to my office?"
   Jace told Slender of that evening's events. Surprisingly, Slender seemed more intrigued than upset with the situation.
   "Jace, I want you and Masky to continue following that girl. Take down notes for a few days, then report back to me."
  "Might I ask why, sir?" Jace inquired, stunned.
   "If she was able to keep up with you, with very little training compared to your own, she may be a valuable addition to the Creepypasta family. Now, go find Masky and inform him of this so you can prepare for this mission."
   Jace nodded, then left Slender's office in search of Masky. As he walked down the hallway toward Masky's room, he ran right into the one he was searching for in the first place.
   "Look out!" Masky protested, rubbing his arm where they had collided.
   "Sorry," Jace mumbled sheepishly.
   Masky sighed, "It's fine. Anyway, I heard you were looking for me?"
   "Wha--oh--yeah," Jace stammered, "I made a mistake when I was out earlier this evening, and now we're supposed to stalk a girl I found and report back to Slender after noting her behaviors for a couple days. Something about her being a potential addition to...well...us."
   Masky ran his fingers through his chestnut brown hair and sighed once more, "Alright. I suppose we will start our mission tomorrow morning, then. You should go get some rest."
   Jace nodded, turning on his heel toward the nearby staircase. He climbed the steps two at a time, retreating to his own room and flopping down onto his bed.

Kristine's P.O.V.

   Where did that boy go?  Kristine halted, dumbfounded. He couldn't have simply vanished from the face of the earth.
   For a moment, she feared she may be lost in the forest, but a quick look around revealed to her a familiar landmark she couldn't possibly erase from her mind, no matter how hard she had tried in the past: the giant rock she and her brother used to--no, she couldn't think about that right now. It was bad enough that he'd been taken from her; on top of that, she was constantly taunted with memories of the times they'd had together. She shook off the thoughts in an attempt to focus on the task at hand.
   She knew which way she needed to go at this point, and let her feet carry her as she wiped all extraneous thoughts from her mind. After a while, she was back at the clearing, and continued along the pathway which had led her here.
   Everything after that was a blur, the last thing she allowed into her consciousness being a silent goodnight to the stars before falling into an uneasy sleep in her own room.