The remains of the parents lie on the floor, the flesh and blood staining the carpet and my shirt. I wipe my claws on the side of the bed, heading to the child's room.
Staring down at her, she appears to be six or seven. Obviously a deep sleeper, as she slept through the screams. I did my best to shut the parents up. I pick her up, digging my claws into her side as I carry her into her parent's room. She wakes up, rubs her eyes, and lets out a scream.
"Shut up, baby," I say, and she does. As if that's going to stop me from killing her. I put her down, still holding onto her by a chunk of hair. "That's your mommy and daddy." I say and she whimpers. Starts a sentence and then stops in fear of what I might do to her. Kill her? Yeah, nothing's going to stop me from doing that.
I always get my job done.
I walk out of their house, now housing nothing but corpses, and find Lulu outside. "Hey, babe," I say and she smiles. "Took you longer than usual, you're pretty messy. I could take you to slendermansion to get you cleaned up-" "Lulu, you know how I feel about slendermansion. Slendermansion? Slenderman? I fucking hate that guy and all his little proxies, if I could kill him he would be so dead..." "It was worth a try," Lulu sighed, and they began walking, keeping in the shadows.
