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A remake of this thread, since both went through big changes since.
The Slender Man: 4 (XxZetsuxX, Ztesrxgdfjcvgkbh, Perequeliri993, JustANormalLemon)
- Golden Freddy is in their first key
- Battle takes place in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
- Neither combatants have line of sight or any knowledge on each other (For GF's sake)
Drip. Drip. Drip.
More drops of water hit the tiled floors from the broken pipes in the ceiling.
How long had she heard that sound? It was maddening. Everything of this place was maddening. From the smell to the tearing decor on the walls, it all made the travel of time blend together. She could only tell the time based off her suit. The once bright yellow suit had long turned an ugly moldy orange. She hated looking at it.
She hated it since the moment she woke up inside of it.
She could hear the other animatronics moving outside the room. She didn't dare leave the room. She wasn't even sure if the suit would let her stand or walk. She sat and listened to the other's hiss and growl at each other. They acted like animals, and they might as well be ones. She was aware though. She could feel everything around her. She understood what was going on.
She envied them. Envied that level of ignorance to who they became.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He was aware too. It made her happy that he suffered the same way she did. It was the only happiness she got in this un-life anymore. Watching him struggle to stand up, stuck on the floor soaked in his own blood that long dried. Seeing the rats and maggots eat at his rotted body. She missed when he spoke, begging to be let out of the saferoom.
But was it suffering to him anymore? She couldn't tell, and didn't dare try to go into his mind. It terrified her down to her very core. What would she ever find in the mind of a twisted soul such as him?
Did he even have a soul?
...
She didn't want to think of the possibilities.
...
Where was the drops? They should have fallen by now. She couldn't hear anything outside the room anymore either. The others had fallen silent. She felt a shiver go down her very soul. This is something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Fear.
For the first time in possibly years, Cassidy willed the animatronics' joints into motion, slowly standing up from the cold wet floors. The animatronic's joints shuddered into motion as rust fell off it's limbs.
Cassidy slowly made her way into the restroom hall, peeking through the doorway to the dining room. The room was completely empty. The others were nowhere to be seen. Not even Fritz was seen within the cove.
Continuing through each room rundown pizzeria, each room she entered was more empty than the last. Furniture was moved around at random. Tables were stacked on top of each other, chairs were thrown at random. The silence was deafening.
However, as she continued through each room the dread gradually rose. She felt eyes staring at her. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone. Or... something. It wasn't someone. It couldn't be a person. Eyes where they shouldn't be and teeth growing from it's skin, which looked as if it were being aggressively suctioned around it's alien-like skull.
Just by staring at the figure all the sounds around her were all stifled. Her mind ran with thoughts of running the longer she stared. What couldn't have been longer than a few moments felt as though it was minutes of staring. She immediately vanished, returning to the saferoom.
She could feel it's need for anguish. It's drive for fear and agony. To feed on her agony...
More drops of water hit the tiled floors from the broken pipes in the ceiling.
How long had she heard that sound? It was maddening. Everything of this place was maddening. From the smell to the tearing decor on the walls, it all made the travel of time blend together. She could only tell the time based off her suit. The once bright yellow suit had long turned an ugly moldy orange. She hated looking at it.
She hated it since the moment she woke up inside of it.
She could hear the other animatronics moving outside the room. She didn't dare leave the room. She wasn't even sure if the suit would let her stand or walk. She sat and listened to the other's hiss and growl at each other. They acted like animals, and they might as well be ones. She was aware though. She could feel everything around her. She understood what was going on.
She envied them. Envied that level of ignorance to who they became.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He was aware too. It made her happy that he suffered the same way she did. It was the only happiness she got in this un-life anymore. Watching him struggle to stand up, stuck on the floor soaked in his own blood that long dried. Seeing the rats and maggots eat at his rotted body. She missed when he spoke, begging to be let out of the saferoom.
But was it suffering to him anymore? She couldn't tell, and didn't dare try to go into his mind. It terrified her down to her very core. What would she ever find in the mind of a twisted soul such as him?
Did he even have a soul?
...
She didn't want to think of the possibilities.
...
Where was the drops? They should have fallen by now. She couldn't hear anything outside the room anymore either. The others had fallen silent. She felt a shiver go down her very soul. This is something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Fear.
For the first time in possibly years, Cassidy willed the animatronics' joints into motion, slowly standing up from the cold wet floors. The animatronic's joints shuddered into motion as rust fell off it's limbs.
Cassidy slowly made her way into the restroom hall, peeking through the doorway to the dining room. The room was completely empty. The others were nowhere to be seen. Not even Fritz was seen within the cove.
Continuing through each room rundown pizzeria, each room she entered was more empty than the last. Furniture was moved around at random. Tables were stacked on top of each other, chairs were thrown at random. The silence was deafening.
However, as she continued through each room the dread gradually rose. She felt eyes staring at her. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone. Or... something. It wasn't someone. It couldn't be a person. Eyes where they shouldn't be and teeth growing from it's skin, which looked as if it were being aggressively suctioned around it's alien-like skull.
Just by staring at the figure all the sounds around her were all stifled. Her mind ran with thoughts of running the longer she stared. What couldn't have been longer than a few moments felt as though it was minutes of staring. She immediately vanished, returning to the saferoom.
She could feel it's need for anguish. It's drive for fear and agony. To feed on her agony...
The Slender Man: 4 (XxZetsuxX, Ztesrxgdfjcvgkbh, Perequeliri993, JustANormalLemon)
- AP/Dura: Scales to 0.022 tons (233x advantage)
- Lifting Strength: Scales to 1223.6595 kgf (Class 5)
- AP/Dura: Scales to 394773.549 joules (233x disadvantage)
- Lifting Strength: Scales to 17.23 Metric Tons (Class 25)
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