Coated in a fresh layer of blood, he trudged through the woods. He had his hatchets in loops on his belt, both of the twin axes coated in their own respective bloodstains. He had one black bag over his shoulder and was dragging the other over the forest floor. Slenderman has proxies putting bodies in a pile a mile or two away from the mansion, and his mission was across the entire forest. Which means he has to carry these bodies all the way over. So annoying. He let the irritated thoughts swirl through his mind as he trudged through the thick forest. The tall dark trees ate up all of the weak sunlight from the sunset, leaving it very dark. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago, this wasn't nearly a problem to him. He walked quietly, his gaze ahead as he walked. He occasionally twitched or had a quiet outburst from his tics, since he had tourrettes. His neck jerked to the side and he dropped one of the bodies, cursing quietly as he paused to catch his breath.