When Violence Ensues: Slenderverse Short Stories.

Story Thirty Three: The spark peeking through a darkened horizon.

"I have it, and I should know because I made it." Vincent interjected, the notebook containing the scribbled pages and signs clutched in his extended hand. HABIT eyed the notebook, before harshly snatching it off of the male and flicking it open- dark eyes scanning the pages in front of him. A tense moment of silence had engulfed them both as they stood, Vincent lightly shuddering, as HABIT intently read the pages. A vindictive grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as his bloodstained fingers traced the symbols on the pages- scribbled in black pen.

"Oh, we're gonna have some fun! Come with me." HABIT chuckled, motioning for the glasses-wearing man to follow. Just mere moments ago, HABIT was pointing a loaded shotgun his direction, with seemingly full intent on ending his life. That in itself had pushed Vincent to a state of confusion- after keeping him alive for so long, through so many scenarios and even when things were at their worst- HABIT never seemed interested in taking his life. Now however, apparently he had 'fucked up' some magnificent plan. Judging by HABIT's expression now, however, it seemed as though he was safe. For now. Shaken to the core, Vincent followed the HABIT into the house.

Stepping hastily after the shorter being, Vincent observed his surroundings with an analytical gaze- he vaguely recognised this place. It was so familiar to him, and yet, there was something very wrong with it. Something awfully wrong that he just couldn't quite put his finger on. Knowing HABIT, however, most things were horribly wrong.

Vincent had known for quite some time that he had 'never really existed' and had come to terms with it, but so much still seemed to get muddled in his head. How, or why, did he remember the life he had if it wasn't real?

Fast forward to Vincent standing in the kitchen of the house with HABIT, and the glasses-wearing male was staring intently at the photographs on the fridge. It was so unsettling, and made no sense that these photographs existed in the way that they did. The smiles on his father's face and his.

"Proof of a lie." HABIT purred, a smug little grin riding on his lips as he leaned back against the counter- dark eyes intently observing as Vincent sniffed and looked away from the photographs. "In order to make you believe something, you need proof, right? So, to make you believe the lie, you needed the proof."

"Doesn't matter anymore." Vincent spoke quickly, just wanting to dismiss that particular conversation and continue with the task or mission at hand- they were finally going to stop the Administrator. HABIT grinned as Vincent dismissed the topic so boldly- it was obvious and written on his face that it caused him pain. Even though he had seemingly come to terms it.

"Hm, sure seems like it does matter." HABIT taunted, before shrugging and standing up from the counter, attention grabbed by the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups still left inside of a Halloween container. The shorter being grabbed a handful of the chocolates and raised an eyebrow as Vincent took a breath,

"Can I have some of the Reese's?"

"Nope, they're mine." HABIT responded, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he left the room. Vincent sighed and shook his head, settling for Jolly Ranchers instead. Part of him wasn't surprised that HABIT had a thing for chocolate, especially Reese's, but another part of him was shocked he'd indulge in such a human treat. Hell, maybe the vindictive entity just liked some human things. From coffee to peanut butter cups.

"HABIT, what exactly is the plan?"

"Huh? Oh well, Vinny, the plan is simple. I don't really have one." HABIT chuckled, sitting down in the living room as he popped a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup into his mouth. Truth be told, HABIT not having a plan really quite concerned the other male, usually despite the chaos HABIT always at least had some form of a plan to follow.

"What? What do you mean you don't have a plan?" The man questioned, tone reflecting a sense of irritation yet also concern. HABIT brushed it off and chuckled in response,

"I have a bit of a plan. Don't worry 'bout it, Vin! We get prepared, the weapon made, we go outside and we wait for it to fuckin' show up. Then we beat the ever-loving shit out of it and we go home victorious!"

"You make that sound easy." Vincent spoke pointedly, hands raised to his face as he rubbed his temples- as he could feel a headache threatening. HABIT simply chuckled- that irritating, smug and yet slightly terrifying little giggle- and sighed,

"It's not gonna be easy- but it'll be worth it. It'll be fine, Vin!"

"Uh-huh." Vincent retorted, he didn't believe HABIT's words at all. It was not going to be fine, and there was a huge possibility that he could die- and HABIT would most likely let him die too. It had gotten to the point, however, than Vincent was beginning not to care whether he lived or died. Evan was probably dead, Jeff was dead, Alex was dead and so was Lexi and Steph. Everyone he loved was gone.

But he wasn't about to give up just yet- not when there was a possibility he could win- avenging the deaths of his loved ones and friends.

And hell, maybe if he was lucky, he'd see them again.

He couldn't wait to see them again.

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Hello friends!!

It's been a long time!! I missed you all ;;

I'm so sorry for being inactive, I had two weeks of mock finals and it was super stressful- but good thing is winter holidays are just around the corner!!

I hope life has been treating you well!!

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like whAT. W H A T.

I'm sorry this is  a pretty sad chapter,, had to get those feelings out after watching the laST UPDATE-

but the next chapter will be happier!!

Until next time, friends!!