Cale's Savagery

I opened the doors to the kitchen and saw a large kitchen knife on a chopping board. I walked over to it and picked it up. I gazed at my reflection on the blade. Just then, I heard a noise and looked up. Sitting on a table eating soup was a ghost of a child. I approached him and sat on the opposite end of the table. "I hear you're hunting Slender" he said.

"I am" I answered as I put the knife down.

"Are the questions you want to ask?" He asked as he ate his soup.

"What interests Slender? Who does he like chasing?"

"Young kids mostly."

"What about men like me?"

"Whenever he sees a man that interests him, he goes into the dreams of the ones who loves the man he targets. He then turns those dreams into nightmares."

I noticed a folded piece if paper next to the boy's hand. "What's that?" I asked.

"I drawing I found on the floor. Do you want to see it?" He asked as he slid the paper towards me. I picked it up and unfolded it. I was staring at a drawn picture of the anthro Nightmare Moon.

"Do you know who she is?" The boy asked.

"Yeah. She's my friend" I answered.

"She likes you doesn't she?" He asked. I nodded. "And you love her?"

"Very much. Why are you asking me this?"

"Slender wants to be loved."

"Tough luck for him because going into women's dreams to rape them and get rid of the man they love is a waste of time" as I said this, the boy put his spoon down and glared at me. I folded the picture and stuffed it in my pocket. "I better go hunt Slender" I said as I got up and picked up the knife. When I turned around and walked around the kitchen, the boy rose up from his seat and slowly his face began to disappear. He then started to grow a few feet. His pajamas turned into a black suit and red tie. A bloodied and bruised marking began to appear on the side of his head and a nasty stab wound began to appear on his chest. Slender approached me quietly as two tendrils sprouted from his back. I turned around, only to be backhanded by Slender. I dropped the knife and skid across the kitchen floor. Slender kicked the knife aside and walked towards me, claws extended from his hands. I got to my feet and into a fighting position. "What the fuck is it you want with her?" I asked.

Slender backhanded me with one hand and punched me in the chest with the other, sending me flying across the room. I landed hard on my back on the wooden floor. I got to my feet, only to see Slender standing very close to me. He then slashed me in the chest. I screamed in pain. On my chest were five bloodied slash marks running diagonally across my entire chest. Slender picked me up and threw me across the kitchen again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the drawing of Nightmare Moon. I clicked my fingers and ignited the paper. Slender screeched again. Instructions began to appear on the paper.

Knife => Stab x5 ANYWHERE

I grabbed the knife and charged at the writhing demon. Although my chest stung like hell, I didn't give a fuck about it. I charged at Slender's midsection and stabbed him five times there, yelling in rage with each stab. I pulled the blood soaked knife out and watched Slender disappear. I tossed the knife aside and looked at the floor. Instructions began to appear.

Room 4- 'The Study'

Weapon: Tomahawks

Pages found: 3/8

I opened a set of double doors and stepped into a large study. Perfect place to have a one-on-one battle with someone. And wide enough to do all sorts of acrobatic tricks. I made my way over to the table and saw four tomahawks just siting there. I picked up one and examined the weight and the blade of the weapon. Before I could start to search for the paper, I heard footsteps. I quickly spun around and threw the tomahawk I had in my hand. The blade embedded itself into the head of Slender. Sure blood oozed and he staggered, but the weapon didnt bring him down. I picked up another tomahawk and threw it on his right shoulder blade. The entity continued to advance towards me. He extended his tendrils and lashed at me. Quick as a flash, I grabbed the last two tomahawks. Holding one in each hand, I hacked away each tendril using superhuman speed. I threw the tomahawk in my right hand horizontally and got him in the leg. Keeping the tomahawk in my left hand, I began to run about, searching for the paper. As Slender dragged himself across the floor, he removed a tomahawk and tossed it aside. With all three tomahawks out him, he was still alive, clearly in pain, and was leaving a rather nasty pool of blood. I crawled under the table and saw the page. I quickly grabbed it and unfolded it.

Suddenly, a ghostly white clawed hand crashed through the table, almost impaling me. I grasped his hand and engulfed it in fire. As a shriek of pain rang through my ears, I lit the paper on fire and watched as an inscription appear.

1 tomahawk to the neck (any side)
1 tomahawk to the leg (any side)
1 tomahawk to the scalp
1 tomahawk to the back

I crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside. I rolled out from under the table and saw that Slender had put out the fire and his left hand was now completely burnt. It no longer had the ghostly white color the rest of his skin has. Seeing that I still had the tomahawk in my left hand, I raised it up and threw it vertically, getting him in the head. The same spot where I got him previously. While he staggered about, I charged at the closest tomahawk which was near a bookshelf. I picked it up, and threw it at his leg, getting him to kneel. I charged at the tomahawk a few feet in front of me and threw it at his left shoulder. I charged at the wounded opponent, removed the tomahawk from his shoulder and embedded it on the left side of his neck. I retrieved the tomahawk on his head and with as much force I could, I embedded it on his scalp. The last tomahawk was next to him. I jumped to the side, retrieved it, and as Slender stood up, I threw the tomahawk at the center of his back, sending him back to the floor. I retrieved all four tomahawks and tossed them aside as Slender slowly began to vanish, leaving lots of blood behind. I glanced down at the slash marks on my chest and saw that the blood has dried. Although it still stung like hell, I can't let that distract me. I noticed the books on the bookshelf were aligned oddly. I tilted to the side and saw a message form from the aligned books.

'4/8! Halfway there, my friend! Now go to the nursery upstairs, find the fifth paper and a pistol.' I smiled after memorizing the information.