9 - Vinny Comes Clean

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I sit in the attic with Vinny. I stare off into space and can't help but think of the kiss ... I mean, I'm a fucking outsider, and in comes Habit, the bad guy from a web series who came to life. And now he's real and he's talking to me and kissing me. And now this ... I don't know what to think.

"Vinny, why me? Why does he want me?" I ask.

"I don't know. But I've got to say, I'm glad to have met you."

I smile. "Thanks. I'm glad to have met you too."

"Maybe we could be friends?"

But all of your friends die.

Except Evan.

"Sure. I - I don't have very many friends anymore."

"Me neither," he says, and chuckles a little.

"You guys have a dark, twisted sense of humor."

"I guess you have to, you have to stay sane somehow." He shrugs. "I wish it wasn't this way. I wish they weren't dead. Or maybe they were and we were so Habit couldn't fuck with us."

"But we've got to stay strong," I mumble. "We've got little choice."

"But how?"

"If I knew that, well, I'd tell you."

Vinny slumps down on a sleeping bag he brought up here and sighs. He looks like he's about to cry or something. I look away to give some semblance of privacy. After a short period of time, he stops and sighs once again. This time, though, it's shaky as hell. I look over at him as he wipes his glasses off.

"You gonna be okay?" I ask.

"No," he admits.

"What's wrong?"

"I know why you are here."

"Yeah, I'm basically like a living dildo to a demon."

Vinny laughs at that. Actually laughs.

"No, I mean .... you have an actual purpose."

"What kind?"

"The kind where you are the only thing that can kill Slenderman."

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