winter, the outskirts of some small shitty town in the south of America.

faceless sent you on a mission to pick up a new recruit, some teenager in a bad family situation and with mental illness. a typical slenderman's target. always someone in a vulnerable state of mind. no matter how much you feel sorry for the poor kid, a task is a task. slendy has already punished all of you with endless headaches, which means you need to hurry up before christmas.

masky parked the car a few blocks from the house; the drive here took no more than 5 hours. your heavy boots left footprints in the white snow, heading towards the window at the back of the house. the house was old, hoodie opened the window with ease. the four of you walked up to the second floor, moving silently through the shadows.

however, upon opening the teenager’s room, you realized that you were late.

the kid was already lying motionless in his own bed with a box of pills in his hand. overdose. seems like slenderman's sickness finally broke his spirit completely.

"brian!" tim barked under his white mask, “you said you threw out all the crap last time you were here!” in response, hoodie simply shrugged.

"we're completely fucked-" tim's panicked ramblings were abruptly cut short by the loud crash of the entire shelf falling to the floor.

turning around, on the verge of an uneven breakdown, he saw toby under the shelf, who apparently tried to climb to the top and you, trying to get him out of underneath the shelf

"th-there was a-ah cartman toy from the 90's!" toby tried to justify himself before everyone froze at the sound of loud footsteps in the corridor.

"mike, is that you making those noises over there?" a gruff male voice called out before removing the safety on the gun. of course he has a fucking gun.

"yh-yes, papa!" toby immediately responded, imitating the high-pitched voice of a teenager, "don't come in here! i-ah-i'm taking a shit-"

"goddamnit." masky facepalmed and hoodie let out a sigh.

the door opened and a shot followed.