//------------------------------// // Operation: Mousetrap (part 2) // Story: United we Stand // by Chemtest //------------------------------// —(Courier)— I see Slendy protect the kids. Then... There is a huge hole in his chest. He is leaking darkness. He’s collapsed on the ground. What the fuck kind of weapons do these Stalkers have if it can do that to him?! He is even more unkillable than me! Would those weapons take me down as well!? What the fuck!? I don’t want to die! Avatar is frozen, everybody is! Spitfire and Sorin aren’t even moving! The Strider is going to kill them! I have to help them! But those weapons could kill me... I’ve never faced anything that could kill me. Can I risk myself? Resolve. Yes, I can. It’s my job to not fail again. I won’t fail Slender, I won’t fail the children! I will not allow another village to die because I was incompetent and selfish! I pull out my revolver, and fire at a Strider, killing it, “Over here you cunts!” The Striders all look over at me. Even within the soulless machinery I can see anger. I fire a shot at another and kill it, “Yeah, you heard me! Come on, you faggots! I’m over here!!!” The Striders all lumber over in my direction. I fire twice more, making there only be two more, “Face me!” One of them gets the wonderful idea to fire at me. I take a hit of Turbo in an instant, and use the few spare seconds. I reach down to the rating bar, and hold it by the red part. I take a batting position and hit the blast with the green part, sending it flying towards the one that didn’t fire. It collapses and dies, and the Turbo wears off. I throw down the rating bar, and take out my rocket sledgehammer. I quickly hop on it, and activate the rocket. I take out my grenade chainsaw, and go on a straight corse for the Strider’s head. I reach the head, and thrust forward the chainsaw. The explosions combined with the cutting demolishes the thing in seconds, and I use its falling head as a safe way to get down. I land surrounded by the parts of the Stalkers I just destroyed. I’m about to laugh about my victory and success, but then I look over at Slender. —(Avatar)— I quickly study the wound in Slender, and try and remember how to do something. I look up at the ponies collapsing upon my position, “Back away everybody! Someone get me some water! And I mean a whole lot of it!” Courier rushes to my side, and hands me five bottles of pure water, “Here you go.” I take them, and open all the caps. I look at the Courier as I do this, “You have any Stimpacks?” He nods, and pulls out a few, “Feel free to use them.” I take apart the packs, and pour the insides into the water, “Slendy was hit, bad. It’s obvious these weapons were specifically designed to take us down. He will live and should be fine by tomorrow. Because the Emperor didn’t know what I could do, and he didn’t study the miraculous things to be done with water.” I am about to start, when I feel, a hand grip my arm. I look down to see Slender grasping me, “Please... pain too much. Kill me... end this pain...” I set his arm back down, “Don’t worry, the pain will be over soon.” I float the water out of the bottles, and use some bending magic to make it heal. The stimpacks inside will only help the healing caused by this. I start to apply it to the hole in him, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I close my eyes, breath in deeply, and focus on the water. I move it into the hole more, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I falter at the sound. It’s... wrong in every way. This is Slender, he doesn’t scream. This is my friend, one who has never showed pain. His yells reach inside me, something so primordialy wrong, something that tears at the instincts. He is my friend, and I’m hurting him. He doesn’t ever scream, but his screams reach deep inside me to something ancient. This is the Slender Man’s body, his screams of pain are something no mortal should ever hear. This is my friend, and his screams brings an even worse pain then being forced to never see the FQCA again. His screams pierce me more than the emptiness of death, his screams hurt more than dieing. Steadfastness. I focus on the water again, and continue to heal him, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I try to block out the screams, “Dont worry, it’ll all be over soon.” I pour more into the water, and his skin and suit heal on touch. All the darkness that is his blood flows back into him, “Please! Ahhhhhhhh! No!” I push on through his pleas, and finnaly fix the injury, “Done. The pain is gone now, you’re back to health.” Slendy slowly sits up, and pats the part where the hole was, “The pain is gone. Thank you Avatar.” I give all the bottles and empty syringes to Courier and I sit back, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” A flash of orange encompasses my vision, and she starts to hug Slendy, “Oh, Slendy, I’m so sorry! I forgive you! Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Slender looks surprised, before returning the hug, “I am sorry as well, and I forgive you.” The two sit there for a while, and the rest of us laze around. Sorin kinda stands near them awkwardly. Then Slendy decides to speak up, “So, when’s the wedding you two?” I already saved his life once. I’ll allow him to figure out how to not be killed by those two. Not my mess, so he has to get creative. I look over at him before anyone else can say anything, “Do you like getting injured? Because I’m going to leave you to solve this one.” Spitfire recovers first, “Slendy, it’s not... well... maybe it is. But still!” I chuckle a bit, and relax as I see the two going back and fourth. Almost like Slendy is an uncle or something like that. I see Sorin approach me, “So, Sorin, what about Chem?” He looks down, before looking back at me, “I want to go to him again. I need to apologize.” I nod, “After what he’s been through, it’s good to know you will help. He sees you almost like a son, all of the children are like his in his emotional investment. I’ll take you to him later. For now, I need to be rid of those screams.”