Silvanna's P.O.V.
By the time we have traversed the woods the blood of my first kill has already dried on my skin and clothes. As if the deeds on this night all already fading away into oblivion. The power of becoming the predator is still coursing through my veins as I look over at Slenderman. Though he gives me no validation of any sigh of pride.
Then barely a whisper of a voice echoes in mind my to say "Emotions are a curse to our kind; they make us weak. Don't look to me for validation or admiration, for the human emotion means nothing to me now."
I was going to ask what changed his mind about emotions, but when the cabin came into view Slenderman teleported to the door and left it open after he disappeared inside. I run to catch up, because the woods feel too ominous to be alone in tonight.
Slenderman is standing stoic in the living room as I enter the cabin. He doesn't adknowledge my existence, so I sulk up to Masky's room.
Though as I enter I see a shadowy figure draped in black robes. He has the horns of a bull and sickly sharp teeth which are stained with blood. His eyes scream a story of pain, yet not his own pain; they mirrored the misery he brought to others.
The Shadowy figure sneered at me and in a deep growly voiced he said "This isn't Halloween, you'll need to do more than mascarade covered in blood with a knife in your hand to become a proxy."
I wanted to look up at him with hatred in my eyes, but my knees felt weak, my palms were sweating, and my hearting was beating out of my chest as I trembled where I stood.
The shadowy man laughed at me. With a smirk on his face he whispered, "I don't plan to kill you, yet. So you might want to listen to my proposition."
I cocked up my head and make eye contact and shakily asked, "What's the proposition?".
He chukled at how fast my confidence vanished then cleared his throat before booming out in a powerful voice. "I am Lord Zalgo, and you shall come to the underworld, where I will teach you how to kill Slenderman."
" What will happen if I disagre?" I squeak out trying to speak up, yet instead just trembling more instead.
"I will kill you if you disagree." Lord Zalgo said simply.
"Why must Slender man die, and why must I do it?!" I cry out sadly.
"Well, firstly if you think you are special and I came for you, then you are mistaken. You proxies are like ants to me, killing you doesn't faze me a bit, though if you stay out of my way, I won't seek your destruction. You are just another Pawn on my chess board. As it happens you are the pawn front and center in the alignment, because you are the first proxy I have seen today.
Secondly, Slenderman has become weak and has surcome to emotion so he must die. Also, I believe using his own proxies against him will be quite entertaining. "
Lord Zalgo exclaims with a smirk on his face the whole time.
"What about Masky, will I still get to see him?" I ask hesitantly.
Lord Zalgo chuckles at this. "Masky is in love with an actual killer, not a pretender like you." He said with a sneer.
"I can't live in a world without Masky!" I declare.
"Alright right then." Says Zalgo as he takes my blade and swings it upon my head.
Everything is red as I feel myself cut in half. I twitch on the floor as my eyes close I feel light headed and dreamily peaceful, yet it went so fast. So this is what it feels like to die...
