~ Habit's POV ~
Habit whirls to look at Vinny. "Go. Go now."
Vinny runs up the stairs and leaves him behind. Habit draws his dual machetes out and looks at the Dogs and skinwalkers surrounding the house.
"Come on you fuckers," he growls, his voice echoing with darkness. "Come and get me."
He sees the Stick In The Mud standing not far from where he stands, his bare face turned toward him. Anger makes him see red and he charges at him, ready for a fight.
Habit's so done with the Stick touching his property.
The moment he gets to the Slenderman, he vanishes. More rage. More adrenaline.
"Give her back, you spineless fucking coward!"
He swears the monster laughs.
"She belongs to me now."
"She belongs to me, asshole!"
Habit buries his blade in a skinwalker's throat and rips it out and then rips it apart with his bare hands. Blood and various gory things hang from his hands, and he snarls at the beast before him.
"Let. Her. Go. Now."
The beast vanishes, laughing the whole time. So do the skinwalkers. But the Dogs remain.
"If any of you value your pitiful little lives, get the fuck out," he growls.
Shockingly, they actually leave.
"Vinny! Get the fuck ready, we need to get y/n back."
