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By the time the Impala pulled up at the motel Toby had fallen asleep, Dean tried to shake him awake but with no luck, wondering how long it had been since the boy had slept he exited his own seat and walked around to the passenger side, pulling Toby out carefully and slinging him over his shoulder, the kid was light and bony, it was probably good he couldn’t feel pain right now because Dean was pretty sure there was a broken arm at the least, 

As he carried Toby to the motel room, the door swung open, warm light spilled out and bathed the path in front of them.

Sam folded his arms with a smirk, stepping aside to allow his brother in.

“Couldn't wake him up.”

Dean explained laying Toby down on one of the two beds.

“You find any leads?”

“Yes, quite a bit actually, its a thing called slender man, or the Operator, Toby here is what appears to be called a proxy.”

“Proxy?” 

Dean frowned, opening a bottle of Budwiser.

 “Yes, people who work on behalf of this operator, those headaches, nausea, loss of memory and time they are all symptoms, we can’t save him Dean, if this thing has to be stopped.... we have to destroy the proxy’s.”

“unclean, unclean, unclean”

She whispered, staring wide eyed at the skin that rubbed away, revealing new raw flesh beneath.

When she was sure the top layer of her skin had been stripped away, Sally turned the tap off, drying them on a tea towel, again, watching red blossoms of blood, bloom across the fabric.

She sighed heavily, balled up the towel and threw it in the bin,

the cooking alarm rang sharply for the meat to be taken out, ready for tonight's guests, although now she realized there wasn't much for the number of people coming. 

Sally walked to her apartment window and gazed through the slatted, open blinds, spotting a couple kissing in the street,

and began muttering to herself again, as she slowly slipped her raw hand into the pocket of her hoodie, grazing her finger along the sharp end of her pen knife.

“unclean, unclean, unclean”

she slipped out of her door and onto the quite street, swiftly following the pair until they were away from heavy foot traffic.

They didn't even know what was coming, no time to react as the blade swiftly and accurately cut through their throats.

Back in her apartment Sally popped the fresh cuts into the still hot oven and turned back to the sink, washing away the blood and whispering.

They had chanced upon the forest whilst out on a walk, the young collie had dragged Adam from the path, excitedly sniffing the grass as they went, it had been when a bird had dove from the undergrowth that Max had given chase, the lead had torn from Adam’s hands, since then he hadn't seen a sign of the canine.

Worry curled in his stomach, tightening like a fist, he had tried shouting his dog back, but Max had never been any good at recall to begin with, let alone being loose in a forest with all sorts of new sights and sounds to explore, far more exciting than coming home.

It hadn't been long ago though, that Adam had become aware he was not alone, his desperate shouts had been silenced, now the feeling of being stalked intensified, he wandered towards one of the taller trees, some of it’s branches hung limp like that of a willow, though it bore no leaves, Adam’s head swung back, sure he had heard something behind, but it was when he looked back at the tree did fear climb up his spine and freeze his brain,

‘Hello’

The tree whispered from an unseen mouth.

Long limp branches stirring to life, holding up a mangled furry carcass like a cat proudly producing its owner a mouse.