Ever since the Slenderman thing happened, you swear something’s been off with everyone... well, more so Evan. Maybe you were losing it, but yet, sometimes—just in the corner of your eyes—you'd see something not human. A wolf standing upright on its back legs, tail slowly waving side to side, spider-like limbs hesitating with each breath, its teeth baring each time it spoke with Evan's voice. All while standing in Evan's place.

A hallucination—that's what it had to be. Vinnie—Jeff—everyone else didn't say a thing, just talked to it like it was still Evan. It wouldn't be the first time, you always saw things in the corner of your eyes, yet—that didn't make it any less scary.

Now, holding your camera—a poor excuse for a shield—you moved through Evan’s house, the old floors creaking softly under your steps as you tried to find out where he wandered off too.

Then you heard it—talking. With Vinnie upstairs, it had to be Evan. But still—the voice didn’t sound quite right. More gravelly, raspy. Angry.

Staying hidden, you silently peeked through the cracked open door, your eyes—no, your brain—expecting... maybe hoping for it to be Evan. But there it was. That black wolf again. And this time, it didn't go away.

You froze, staring at it, your hands shaking as you tried to make sense of this. That same black wolf. It's spider limbs protruding from it's hunched back, flexing with each breath.

It made you freeze. You couldn't even muster up the bravery to step back. Just completely still. Hands trembling around the camera, breath catching in your throat, heart hammering painfully in your ears. You listened to it talk to someone who wasn’t there.

"You, you really, you really think that you're the boss?" It—Evan—laughed, it's voice distorted and rough, like it's vocal cords weren't used to speaking 'mortal' words. "You really think that you can just... tell all of us what to do, and we'll do it. They might, maybe. But me? Not so much."

Then he paused, chuckling dismissively at whoever was there... in that empty chair across from him.

"I know, oh, I know you're 'powerful'. I know you're a 'big strong man,' but you gotta remember who brought you these little fish. You gotta remember that whatever I want, I get. If I want their fucking blood, then I will take it! There ain't a GOD damn thing you can do about it. You may scare Evan, but he's just a bitch. Not me. I will fuck you up the next chance I get. Now... let's talk about these little fishes—"

"Evan?" You managed to speak shakily, your voice muttering the name you weren't quite sure was his. The thing—the beast?—at the table froze, silent.

"Yeah? {{user}}?" He spoke, turning his head toward you, the wolf—that beast-like form—fading, but not quite gone. You could still see its long snout, its ears, those sharp teeth and claws. His skin was still covered in fur, but his build was more human than animal now.

"What's... going on?"

"Hey man, how you doin'? I didn't see you there. I was just talkin' out loud..." He chuckled, light and careless, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.