The nurse entered the room before more words could be exchanged, he looked ruffled, indifferent, I do not think he likes me.
Well screw you too.
"I've been told you have a headache. It's probably just fatigue, go to sleep, we will check on you when you wake up" he cuffed my wrists in leather restraints on the side of the bed, Dr. Morales quickly got to his feet, gasping in disbelief.
"Is that really necessary, (Y/N) is not feeling well and you want to inhibit them!?" the doctors face slowly became red as he glared in disapproval, the nurse shook his head, sighing while rubbing his tired eyes "I understand that you have a close relationship with this patent, however! you do realize they are responsible with at least one of the murders at the station that night correct? I am not risking my job for your personal feeling!"
Dr. Morales wanted to retort, his mouth hung open as his glare deepened, but he said nothing, glancing at me sympathetically, "Ill swing by later, get a good rest."
The nurse scoffed at him, tightening the lather to my arms and followed the doctor out.
I exhaled, shaking the chains in an intentional act of creating noise, this is boring, they should have sent me to my room instead.
The sudden intensity of a pulse in my head made me wince, squinting my eyes at the blurring ceiling.
Maybe a nap would do me good, my eyes are heavy anyways.
When my eyelids shut, I could feel a sudden intense breeze, my senses vibrated then vanished, leaving me in a void of nothingness. I could feel my eyes open, but the scenery remained black, no gravity, no solid footing, my body floated harmlessly around.
"̴͇S͔̥̝͇̺͈ͅó ̯̞̪̼͚w̻̹̩̞̲̫e ̡͖͉̣̝̭̟m̥̝̞̹͡e̹̥̳̮̙e̛̱̯͎̤̬̤t̴̟͚͈̜͙ ̼̪͓̘̬͖̖ą͙̬͙͍̗g͈̭̘͡ͅa̵͉̙i̗n̸͈̺͉̗ ̰͉̥̠̜̭yo͢ù̹ńg̹̭͙͎ͅ ͎͓̝t̲̤͕̰̺h͖̤i̝n̮̫̯͇̦͇͓g̣̗̬"̨̦̬̱
Suddenly alert by the familiar voice I wiped my gaze around myself, "... Zalgo?"
"̳̼́T̮̖̭̱̹h̳̻̞̝͉̯e ͎̙̱͕̙̭͡ͅo̡͈̮n̞̮̙͇͎e͔ ̡͓͚͎a̹̞̦̱͘n̨͎̝̗͓͍d̶̩̘̯ ͓̟o͚̤̤̖̬̟n̴͉̜͎̲̹l͏̘̠̫̻y̴͕̪̰̺̝̮͎"̷͙̩̰͕̬̟͙ His deep intimidating chuckle was somehow reassuring, my body subconsciously relaxed.
"̯I ̙̰̣̟͓͔d͓̳̺͚̗o̙͙ͅ ̱̳̼͓no̮̮͔̙͚̞t̙̘̗͙ ̫̪̭̱͈̰kn͉͈͖̹̯ͅo̫͙̯̜̖ͅw̬̞͍ͅ h͇̦͍̲o̗̯̬͙̙w̺͔̟̤ ͍̥ṃ̞̙̦͓u̞̬̼̜͉c͔͕̣͓̙h͎͓̘̗̜ ̲͖͈t̪͔̗i͕̲m̫̲͇̩ḛ̮̻̼͎̠͔ ̖I͈ ̫̙̹̖̱̟̦ẖͅa̮̙̝vḛ̦̟̩͙̗̱ ̥̟̞̟̞͖̯ḥe͇r͙̪͙̘̰͕ͅe̘͕̫̠͔̹͖, ̯̭̟S̹̰͇̠̞l̙̙̩͕̥̲ͅe̪̹̟̰̞̹n͇͖̥̼d͉̞e͎͕̜̜̭r ̭͙̞͉i̲̲̬̻͕͇̤s̗͙͈̠̪̯ ̻̤̥u̻̮̲̼̮̻n̦̲̱͇͙a̭͖b͙͇̩͎̗̹̖l̩̫̜̝e͕͕ͅ ̱̟͇̗t̖͕o͕ ̰c̟̦̩̗͙͔o͖̣̘nt͙a͖͇̥̮c̥̙̯̲͔̲t͓̯͚͚̰͎̠ ̗̫͇y̪͖̝͇͎̙o̠͍̬̺u̜̯ h͇̺ḭ͎̜̹̼m̟s̙elf̰͙ ̺̰̝̟͉̫ ̫̹d͈̦̜̞͍͇̞u͇̬ẹ͎͎̳ ̺̲t͕͖̻̙̗o ̞͙̩͙̙̩h̙̙̖̙i̦̙̝̠̙̼s̯̳.͎.̼̞.̬̟̳͖͖̹͎ ̬̳̱͍̞c̪̦̘̱̹̪ͅu͍̟rr͓̤̱̖͇ḛ̙͔̗̫̯n̥̹̻͖t ͓s̼̘̺̫t̯͈̗͈̦̣͈a̰̳͚͖̭̝t̟͚͔̦̱e̪̪͕̤͉,͍͎ ̖̫͚̮͔s̘̯̲̻ͅo͉ ̖̠̹he͙̻ ̜̞̳̲͓r̤͔̻̫̰͕̝e̪͔͔̣̤͚l͓̗̼u̗̯̠̬̬͔c̤̜͕̺̱t̰̗̼̞̯̙a̹͓̫͖͇ͅn̝̙̺̯͇t̝͙̞̜̦̻ͅl̗͙̺̱̥̟y̯̼̜ ̥͇̩̼͎ͅa͕̭̲̰͉̻sk̹e͉̳̳̥d͔ ̮̳̳͖f͖̼o̫̮̪̺͍r͔͙̟ͅ ̦ͅm̫̦̝̹̝y̮͓̬͇̠ a̲s͕s͙͔͚̬͈i̹̹͕s͚̯͕̝̤̹̣ṭ͚̟̝a̫͉n̰̼̯͚̩͔̳c̦͕͓͕̰e̝̹,̺͚͇̣̟̞ ̹͕ͅh̳̬̤͓o͙̻͙̫̭̳w̥ ̝̝͎̩̲k͉̹̭̣i̜͇̪̠̪̫n͇͔ḏ̥̮̫͔ ̦̳a̘̮͙͓̺͚͉m̟̘̺͎͎̤̪ ̹͖̩̣I̟̳̦̖̮̺ͅ ̥t͇̤̟o̘̘̦̥̱̯͍ ̖̪̰͎̤̱̜a̱g̜r̞̣e͙̺e͙̱̰̠̟̘̤?̣̖̞̠̠"
"You tried to contact me?"
Large red eyes formed in the void, staring me down menacingly, a hint of interest sparkling in the glow of the pupils, "͚̞͕ind͓͇̣͓͚̯e͉̜͚̮̝e̗͍̱̲͈̲d̩͙̬͖,̞̩ ̖̠͎th̤͙a̫̠̗̪̞̼̞n͉̼ͅk̘̱͖͔͙͚̗f̪̦͖̝u͕̟̻̣͓̥ll͓͓͓͔̮̻y̘̠ ̪̪͔̟ͅa̙ṛ̞e̥͈̯̗̖̲ a͎̹u̞̙̫t̲h̪̮̹͇̗ͅo͕͓͇̺̫̝͚r̪̞̜͓̟̟ͅi̪t̺͚y̤̝̰̳̝ ̭̥̬̙̼̯͈d̦̮̫͙͉̦o̗͕e̼̱̩̤s͓͔ ̟̖͓̞͉̲n̹͕͍͎̘̘o̹̥̗t̪ͅ ̻̰̫͉r͙̰̖̬u͍̻̰̯̟̼ṋ͓̦ ̦͖͔̤o̞̻ṇ̟͎͖̼ͅ ̬̱th̲̺͎̼̱̯ẹ̭̳̥ ͍̪s̲̤̰a̹̺̤̦̲̫̗m̹̝͉͕̭e͎̻ ̥̟̺̜̙̤̩j͉͎̭͉u̜̝͇͇̱̯ͅi̘̣ce͔.̦̪̟̰͚ ̝̩̬̱͎̟He ̪͉̣w̰̳a̭͙͍̱̼̻nt͕e̲̟d̟̯̭̗ ͕͉̻to̰̱̞͕̩ ͇̲i͈͚͎͎̫͓n͇͖f̩͓o͚̗̮r̭m͈̞̪ ͓̬̪̹͈ͅy̼̯̼͖͕̱ͅo̻̙̯u̻̮͇ t̘̤h̲͖̘a̼͔̻t̺̹̘̲͖͇ ̹̼̠h͓̼͉̩͖͚i̺̮s̼͙͙ ̩̱̰͔̜̫͎P͖̮̤͔͖r͇o̱̣͓͓̗̤̮x̠̞̮͚i͕͉̝͔̰ḛs͓͍̳̭ w̼̜̙̻͈il͔͕̝̭l̗͍̞͈ ̮̻s̲͖h͔͍o̻͚͉̥͎̣w̰͖̦̱ i̬n͉ ̣̖̬͉̪o̲̗̻̣n͍e ͎̣̩̻̲͖w̙̪͎̟͎̟̩e̹̖e̩̜̣͕̱k͔̺͈̯̭̞ ͇͙͉f̼o̺r̥̟̺͓̹͖ ̤̫͉̥̭̖a̟̤͍͍ ͚̬͕r͕̮̮̬̩u͖͇͈ṇ͍̺d͔̖̣ọ̹ͅw̙ṉ̳̻̗͙̪̦ ̭̞̣̣̦o̟̯͚̙n̗̮̤̙̬ ̗̪̳͔t̩͓h̹̻̗͚̪̼̖e̺̝̖̤̦̼ͅ c̟͎̩͍̺ṷ̙̥̞r̻̞̜r͎̱̱̳e̤̯̥̥͈n͕͍̹͎̝̺̠t ̞̭s̞͎̫̮̭c͉̭̬̜̳̲̜e̜̣̫̜͖͉̰n͇̠ͅa̻̯͖̰͇r̳̤͇io̗,̪̱̹ t̪̟he̝̣͖͓r͈̲͙̜͖̦̱e̖̫̱ i̼̩̥̖͕̬s̰̠̼̬͙̳̣ ̞t̤̞̭̲h̭̼̟̠͓̠e͔̙̘̹ͅ ̫̜s͚̖m̹͖̥̤al͉l̫̮̖e̱̪s̟t̮̦̼͙̹ ͇͎o̯̰̖f ͙̭͔̲̤ͅc̺̰̦̗͈r̼̖̼͍̤͚a̯ͅc͕̝k̹̺͈̳̜s ͔̟̻i̺n̼͚̺̗͈͈ ͖͇̳̫̯͎̬t͍͕h̰e ͖̭̩̖̘y͉͔̪̟̠a̮̳̭̘r̥͖̫̫͈d̬̟ ̬̯̝̪w̥̦̥͚̞̦͔a̺l̺̠̫͙̖l̰̙̥̦̼,̺̞͖̪̫ͅ ͙̳u͍s̮̪e̹̱̼ ̭̹̘̘͙͕̰i͔t̗̞̦͖̣͍̠"̺̦̰̯̻̤ͅ
I nodded, "I have an idea but not all the pieces yet. I am acquainted with one of the superior doctors working here, he is a kind man, has helped a lot with the layout of the facility. The CPs are in a sad state though" I don't avert my eyes from his own, despite the pressure they let off, I remember Masky said something about Zalgo's and Slender's relationship, "I am surprised you are here Zalgo, I was told normally you and Slender would have nothing to do with each other"
A boastful laugh echoed loudly, I covered my ears in hope my head would not explode, "̘I̪̮̮̩t͚̬̤ͅ i̝͕̠͔͍̥s̻̞̣̣͕ ͍tr̮̱̞͓u̘̖ͅe h̻̫̜̮ͅͅe̹̬͚ ̣a̟͚̜͉̘͚͓n̩͇̰͕̯͈d̠̻͕̗̬̺͇ I ͎̜̞̳̦̣d͇o ͕n͔̤͖ͅo̦͈̱t͚̪͉͔ ͇̩̤̹̺g͕̫͇̜͚ḙ̭͚̺̥̝ͅt̘̝ ̗͓͓̞̭a̩͖͖l̻͓̱o̰̘͓n̮g͚,̺ ̰̱̳d̟̭̳̞͎u̜̪̻͔̱͕e̙ ̗̗͉͕t̟̼o̪ ̣͍̳h͔i̘͙̤ș̼̺̦͙̬̰ ͎̬̘̯͎̰c͚̘o̘͔̤̰̥m̮pan͔ͅi͍͇o͚n̗̖̪̗͔̹ͅș̹ ̳̠̗c͎̘͉̲͈̞͕o̦̥̣n̰s̝̜̭̱t̥̬͈̫a̜n͈̝̲t ͚͙̖̜̯ͅͅki̜͈͈l̼̦̻l͚̪̘i̳͈̬̺̼̙ng̲̖͎̼͔̱ ̤i͙̥̗̣ͅt̫̭̰̮̙ ̙̤̼͓̠̤c̱̰͇͙̩̤̭r̻͕̫̹e͔͎̦̗̤a̭̹̖t͕̭̮͕̝̗̫e͈s̯̩̻ ͙a̰͉̥͈̰̥ͅ ͇̯̼̠̼HE̙̟L̤͎Lͅ ̫͇̹̗̗̯̰of̼͖ ̞a̭͈ ̝̱ͅlo͔̥̰̪ͅt̮̺͎͙̻̲̩ ͕̫̦m̝͈͉̙̻ͅoṛ͓͚ḛ̖ ͍wo̼̹r̲ḳ̫ ̼͓͚f̦͇͈̘̟o̬ṟ̜̯ ̫̝̜m̫̹̬̯̹ͅe,̗͎ ̙̯̮̗I̳̘̙̰͈̺ ̣̤͇m͇e͈̱̝̲̻a̦̩̯͚̬͖̠n͎͈̭͍ ̹̤̱̳s͚̬͓͖e̮̙̞̹̰̬r̰̱̯͕̺io̥̖u̯͔̥̘ͅs͔̪͖͈͍̳l̞ͅỵ̣̖͔̖͖,̻͍ d̪̗̼͕̱̦o̰̗̯̪̜͙ ̞͉y͔̺͕̳o̳͕u h͖a͔v͖̬̣̼e͔̱̬̼͓ͅ ̪͉̭̹̯͈̘a̗͕̻̦̣̻ͅny͚̘͇͕ͅ ͎ide͚a̝̫͕ ho̩͕̮̺͍w̖͉̘ ̩̞̼m̳ḁny̜̻̩̫̞ ̠̲̪͓̩̗̣ext͈̮̣r̟̞͓͔̰a͖̖̖̜͇ ̝̝̟͖͚̬̹s̻̪͓̻̘ͅo͓u̳̜̬̳l̹̳s̮̘͍ I̙̥̼̤͎͈ ̻̳̘̫͈̩h͎̺͎͚̙̩̮a̳̼͎̙v͓̬ḙ̫̭̺ͅ ̭̤̫t̞̥o ̮͖̬̬̦̲̼d̞͖͖̠͎̜ͅe̞̫̲a̠̪̞͓̭̘ͅl̤̤̭̗͈ ̺̙w̖i̭t̯͉̲h̰̭̥͓̱̺͓ ̯̗̗ͅb̰̫̹̫ͅe͎̞̳͈͉̰̖c̦̭̗̫͕a̤̗̰̻u͓̤̹̥̘̬̘s͈͕ḛ̮̗̫ ̹̤̝̭͎̳͙o͓͈f̟̲ ̖̝̪͔ḫ̱̟im͕͕̠̼̩͓͇, ̤͚ͅri͇̖̹̱̘͈dḭ̬c̱̟̦̬̙̻u͈̠le̞̰s̫̣͈̙̟͇̤"̻̠ͅ
"Wait, are you not like the devil or something? I though you are just as bad" I crossed my arms and legs, allowing my body so summersault through the space while thinking.
"̼͇̫̗̯̹H̳̬͖̙AH̹̱͖̦,̗̜̤̗̹͎̦ ͙̞̦̙ͅͅp̘̞ͅͅḷ͍͚̺̲̭e̯̹a̭̘̝s͕̱͎̘̺̼e̙͙̬̗̥̩, ̮I̙͚ ̱a͉̖̤m͖̯͍̱̭̭̞ ̲̙̳̥͉̥b̗̱͎u̯̭̯t̟̖̮̘̯̪ ͉͎a ̩͙wa͓̯͇r͚̬͚͉̩͍̼d̯̯̞̙͔̳e̘̼̥n̲̠̜̻̟ ̺̙̱͕o̻͙̟̞̱f̤̰͍ ̩̝͙͓h͔͇͙̳̙͖̺eḻ͔̞͇͉̠̙l͇̠,̰͇͙ ̥k̼͍̝̬̻e͕e̫̬pe̳̣͚r̖̭̪ ̤o̟͓f̝̮͓̳ ͈̮̬̙͇̬̱s̤̟̗̯o̺̠̘̟̙u̼̼̬̩̥̠ͅl̫s̤.͖̯̦͖̦̱ ̖͕͙̘̦I̳͉ ̩͎̫d̬͈͇̳̞̠o͕̳̘͈̝̬ ̠̜̤̩m̖̩͚a̭k̝e̬̫͉̣̖͍ a̠̻͈͕̠͖̭ s̗̰l̜e̙̹͎͇͇e̻̪͓̙̩̫̰z͉̖̲y̤̥̬̻̱̮̱ ̣̟̪̦̙̭ͅd͈e̮̙̰a͚ḷ͎ ͕̱̣̝͚̪wi̙̲th͕ ͉̬̠m̳̦̲̗̠o͖r͍͔͇͈̮̞̲ṯ̭a͉̣̼̤͔ls ev̠̬͕͇e̮̲̙̗̝͎r̳̯͈̤͈̞ͅy͔̝͕͇̣ ͙̗̘͉̟o͉̯͖̱̙n̤̺̥͙̰̯̹c͉̘͈͕͖̤ḙ ͚͖̱̭i̝n̥͙̳͍̤̬ͅ ̬a̼ ͙̫̹͍̩͉ͅw̬̩͙h͙i̟̻̮̞l͖̖͔͎̘ͅe͍̱͎͍,̹̙̺̺̹̬ ̙̥͓̱̞b̘̞̩̩̣̖̞u͎̜͔̭̹͚t̮̩͉ͅ ̜̱I̻ ạ̤̗m͎̙̩̟͖͎ a͙̜͓͇ ͔̯̲̟̻̭bus̳̯͇in̲̻̼̰e̳͇͕sș̦͈̩͓m͈͈̩͉̩̖a̪̪̺̳n,̟ ̣̦g͈̯̼͇i̻̜͎̹ͅv̘͚ḙ͔̹͍ ̱̼͇̝m̥̥̹e̯̻ͅ m̳̘̲o̙re̠̣̤ ͓̻̮͍̼̹c͔r̟͇̮e̦͉̫̣̱d͕̰̩it͍̩͚̜͈̙ͅ"̰̖̯̤̱͉
"So, hell is real and that means heaven is real, then is there a god?" It is a genuine question, I feel superior to have the opportunity to even ask a being what may have the truthful answer. Then again this is Zalgo I am talking about here.
A wide red grin joined the floating eyes, mocking my trivial question.
"̱̙͙̥G͈͎̲o̘̹̜̠d ͍͖e̲͔̠̲̰̖̤x̯̼̗͚͙̱͍i̤̺͕̺st̹̻̞̟̱̬͔s͔̞͈, ̜̙͓h̹e̩̗͔ ̹͓͉̙̹̟ͅs̠i̤͎̩mp͎ly̟̗̘̫ ̠̮̹̳d̟̥̭o̬̜̰es̮̲ ͉̣̥̣̖̙͕ṉ̙͉͔͈o̤͙̫̭͎̠ͅt̝͔̤͇͍͔͕ ͇̺̥̞̱ͅc̠̹a͍̞̪̠ͅr̗̯̠̳͍̱e̥̰͍͉̬ͅ"̪̦̭͍̪͚ͅ
Makes sense.
Zalgo's eyes squinted, his mouth vanishing behind the shadows, "͖̩I ͕̳͚̳͖͖m̼͇̥͔̻͙̖u̳͓͎s̰̦̥̦̮̤̩t̯̞̻͙̜̦ ͙̹̜͍ͅa̘͙̙̗̲s͙̠̹̗̠̻͈k̫͖̩ ̰͔͈̟̩̞ͅy̤͈̤̟o̫̹u̼̜͕͈͎̪̺ ͉̘̺(̪̟̝̟̮Y̼/̲N͍̯̦̟), ̱̦̲͓̯̜y̰̗̩̦̻͓̼o̗u͓̦̥̩͕͉ ̖̞h̥̙̞̰a̖̟̤̝ͅv̗͈̻̞̞e̺̹̭̪ ̦t̬̭̰̺̙̻h̙̥e̘͍̩̼͕̭ ̳̣͈͔in̥̫̲̻͇t͉en͙̝̼̝̻̲̪t̰̯̠̭i̬̮o͖̥͈̳̩n͙̗̙ͅ ͓̘̻̹̙͈ͅo͕̣f̦͓̞̯̦͎̰ ̦͉͈̰͎̱j̥͙̮͕̙͎̹o̲̪͓̟̻̠̮i͔ṇ͓in̘͉̞̲ͅg̘͙ͅ ̳͚̜͍̹u̖͕̭̦̥̹n͇̭̝̝̜͉d̠e̠̹͚͈r͍̰̩̙ ̻͈͚̰T̹̰̗h̳̤̯̫͔͕̩ẹ̼̰͎͇͎ ̳̺̙S̺͎̭̗̬͓̖l̺͚̟̪e̞͕̖̪̮̻͕n͎̟̘̙̭̺d̻̲e̼͙̪͚̮͈rm͔̼͎̟̻a̟̪̙̙̬̹̘n ̘͍͚w̤̮̹̗̙͈h͎eṇ̪̝̯ ͖th͎ị͖̳͍̦͓͔s͈ ̟̟̖̝i̼̘̩͔ṣ̹̤̜̘ ̗̭̣̭̼͉̟o̯̭͓̻̪v̯͚e͍̠r ͖̗c̖̬͇orre̤c͉̙͙͕t̪̹̹̺̪̭̲?̣ ̬̝̦̥͚͍D͍̲̫͍͉o̟̬̹ ̲̞̫yo̹̜̻̖͙u͇̥̞ ̦͕͍̭̝no̹̥̠̫̠t̼̭̯̫̪ ͎̭͖̺͉h̫a̭̣v̲͙̰͓̠̯e͍̫̰͓̗̹ ̩̱a̭̙n̺̳̗͕̥y̭̙̯ ̯̙̹̭͚͖o̩n̜e̩ ̲e̹̖͈̱̳͉ls̬͙̙̙̤̗̟e͈ ̜̰̼̱͙͚i͔͈̥n̠͍̮̫̣̤ ͍̲̥̙͔̪m̱̟̻̣i̱̟n͔̰d̳ ͇̩̥̤̱i͎͎f̳͖̰̪͙ ṇ̗̝̼ͅo̙̖͉̙ṯ ̠͕̥̱̘h̘̻̖i̮͚̟̗̮̬̱m͈̝?̫̺̭̞̩̮ͅ"̹̹̻͈
The question caught me off guard, I honestly had not thought about it, it's less I am joining him and more he is going to preform his part of the deal, AKA disconnecting my head form my body.
Zalgo seemed amused at my thought, the corners of his eyes pinching together, I would assume he is grinning, "̲̬̤W̮͓̬̰̩̻h̖̭̩̬̗͇͙y͓̺̤̮͈̻ ̰͎d͖o̝̯̮̝ y̳͉o͎̗̠͍u̪̲͕̗̘͓͎ ̺͈̻̠̝̹͎n̰͓͉̺̖o͓t ̲̣̭̦t̜̱͖̫̱ak͓͈̝̠̣͖e̘̖̻̫̠̝ ̩m̲̟̫͙ͅy̗͖͖͕̟ ͖̱̝̣s̼͔̞id͇͚̺̯͔̰̪ẹ̜̠̼͔,͖̭̣ ̥̞̭I̞̲͕̳ ̗̻a̲̝͚̜̹͙m̩̰ ͙̖s̘͇ur̝̗̦̦ḙ ̹̖̱T̘̜̰̬h̯̙e S̪̮͎l͇̟̬͔e̪̘̮̳͉̼n̰̻͈̜̠̭͍d͕̳͇̝e͉r̻̳̩̰͕͇m̩̱a̖͚̜̙̟n̰ ̤̹̙̝i̜͔̩͉̣s̖͙ ̼̝̮͇̺̥͔n͇͕̹̰o͔̦̗t̠ ̲̥k̝͇̳ͅee̙̗̩n͔̟̻̭ ̖̙̻̥̝͔ọn̩̤̣͙͖ ͎̺͉̪r̤̼̥̩̯̠e̝̖͚̣̪m͔͕̣ͅo̪̮̬̻͕v̙͉̞̺i̻̮̼n̩̬̠̩g̩̦̙̺͍ͅ ̠͓̞̖̮̘s̩͉̲͔u̩̥c̟̞͎̗̪ͅh̯̖͕̥̺̹ ̘͉̟͓͎a̖̦̼n̰͚̦̳̻͖ͅ ̹͈̗ͅi͓͍̮̼̭̖ns̬p͕̥i̤͉̘̣̳̩̞r͕i̻͇̖̗̩̜̣n͇̲g̭̟̹̩ ̮̞͙p͖̮̝̗ͅu̥͇͓̺ͅp̦͕͙͎̪p̼e͚̠̖͓̳̩̥t̹.̭̞̻̹̗ͅ ̩̪͚͍͕͎̹I̙̣͈̝ͅ ͓h̰̲̖̲͉̟̞o̦͖̼͕͎w͎͉̠̜ẹ̮v̜̖̗e̙̯̩͉r̮,͕͍͖͔̗̹̗ ̻̰̪̣͔̗̙w̙i̼l͕̰̮̱l̫̜͚͉ ̥͙̩̦h͓͈̹͉͍ͅo͎͉̮ͅn̙̖̝ͅo̞̖̤̲r̬̤ ̻͙̭̥͇ṱ͎̹h͔͙͍̥͓̹̬e̖̖͔ ̣͙d̰͇̯̳e̠̮̲a͉l̖̗̖,̙͈̘ ̖̤a̜̫͉͚̰̭sͅ ͇̤̟̻̤lo̟̘̭̫͇n͖g a̦͉̠̱̘s̥͎̭̰̳͚ ̰͙̦̻̤͕y̰͙͕̩̪̤͚o̰̹͙̜͙u̲̻ ̜̤̳̘̠͎͓a̜̳̩̖̹̜͉g̭̼̝̻̙̪ree͔̪͚̹͔̺͚ ̱͔̯t̯̦̫̪o̫̹̤̩̩ ̗͎͖̜̻̻t̞̩̖͇̗̤̺a͉̲k̖͔̭͍̳e͍̝ m̗͖͔̱̫y̖̫̠͙ ̘̩̗̫b̻̳̯̰r͔͙̰̖̥̫̩a̝̩n̳d̜̦̜̻i̱̦̫̯̖͎n̹g̻̼̳̹̳ ̤̥̥̜u̗͉͙̘͉͙p̘̞͍͈o̠n̩ ̰̪̞̮̜͚y̭̝͖͙̤͉o͕̹͚̼͉̼ṵr̬̙̺̬ ͖b̝̪͕̜e̗͓͇̰ing̤ u̼͖̹ṉ͙͔͇t̟̞͍͈i̘͎̪l͈ ̣̙̦̫̞t͖h̯̩͇e̟ ̭̯̪͚̗̥mo̹̲̦̜m̟en̙tͅ ̱͚̙͕y̭͚̤̖̰ͅou͔̭̮̮r̙ s̞͙̼ou͔̹̠̠l͓̣̱͖ e͇̠̝̜̫v̳͚̠͉̣͔̹ạ̭̜̼p͓̗ọͅr͇̣̲̫̞̙̣a̭͉͙͇̯̗t͔̼̲̖̳̦e̯̝̞̼̺ͅs͙͍̙̱̱͕̤ ̙i̻̱͎̹̟̫̝n̥to̦̬͔͙̥ ̹̣͔d͈̗u̗̙̮s̝t̜̮̱,̰͈̺ ̰̠̖͖w̯͈͉h̫̝̭͎͔͎a̙̝͔̲t̥̖͈͔̠̞̤ ̬͖̲̰͓͙sa͉̘̮̖̻y͔͔̣̗̙̝ ̺̞̝̝y̳o̥̗̰̬̖u̜̝͈͙ ̘̳m͇͉̠̹̯̳̠or͙̟t̪͕̥̟̰̰͙a͚̹̯̱̯l͍̹̗͔̠?͈"͇͕̝͍̳̼̣
I blinked a few times, rubbing my temples, "You're saying as long as I carry your name sake up to the end of my mission you'll kill me? The Slenderman already said he would do just that, what is so important about this brand?"
"͉͉̮T̯̩̱̗̩͚h͕̟͇̱e ̖̙b̖̜̺̫̠͙̜r͓̮̱ͅa̙̘̖̰n̼̤̞͉͈̮d͖̼̬͚̯̭͈ ͎̯̞̞̫̦i͈̩͔̟͙̰͓s̘͎͎ ̖a̙̬̘̠ ̰̥̻̮͍̱co̟̥̱n̠ne̯̩͓̰̹c͕t̲̖i̤̞͙̙̩̩ͅo̝̠n,̺̫̝̼̳̠ ̯̱̭̫̬͇͉a̙̲̤̤͉̞̻ ̘̙͉c̺̩̟o̲̩̣̜̣̤̯n̙͈̜̘̘̺͈t̪ṛ̩ḁc̰̜̯͚̻͍͕t̰̳ ͉̦̻̦̰̫͕o͙͎̳̭f͙̦͓̲̟̻ ̦̙͚̰̩͍ͅs̤̲o͚͎̪̤r̖̻͔t̩̜̠̯̻s͈͇̲,͎̺̻̦͖̯͙ ͔͈̮i̜̪̥t̝̟ ̯̮̙̫̠w̯̝̫i͍͚̟̯̺l̼̗̯͙̞̹͍l̘̺ ̯͇̹̖a͍̗̩̹̼ͅl͍̖͇̰̙̱̠l̮͉͓o̩͈̻w̻͍͍̟ͅ m͇͚̫̠̻̠e ̩̼͙͕̞̥̣t̲̞̜̲̘o̦ ̺͎̯c̳o̥͕̟̯n̺͕ͅt̤͖̺͔a̪̗͕c̦͓̙̼̙t͈ ͎̙̹̬̥̼̗y̭̻̮̙̫̼̝o̳̜̜͖̮̝̳u̞͎͍ ̝̟w͓̺̱̣̞̹i̝͈̭̤̞t͙͕̩̜̞̳h̟̜̖̖͉͕ ̙͚͇̠m͈̠̫̥͔uc̭̙͎ͅͅh̬̭͚̗̣ ̻͉l̗͍̝͇̦̞e̯̫̬̯s̯s ̻̼͎͖̰̮e̱͎̮̩̯̫͚f̫̤f͇͙͚͙̖̯or͍̲͍̪t̩͍̰̪̙͈̭ ͕͙͉i͖̝n̼̩̘̲ͅ ̻͕̯̪̰̝̙t͈he̪͎̭̹̮̝̗ f̼̪̦u͇͖̞̰t̩̫u̘͎̘͕̗r͓͎̥̥e̮̥̱̭̬"̗̞̣
He stared intently with aspiration, a possessive gaze that made my hair stand on end, I know it is a motto not to make a deal with the devil, but it will make things easier to message them if something happens.
"͍͉̯͈͚̠T̖̺̱̱̪͚h͉̞̳̭e̼r̗e͈̠͖̩̞̪̻ ̗̯i͉͖̺̠̺s ̺̼n͔̣͔̣̭̥̦o̝̠̰͇̬̬ṱhi̙̖̟n̻̬̖̳̤g͎ t̳͈o f̘̝̹̗͈e̘͉̗͚͉͓a̫̪̰r͕̱̟̺͎͇̹,̭̣ ̤̻̙̖͎̖Ț͚̝͕̫̠̻h̝͙̱̜̙̺̩e̩͕̼̮͖̻͇ ̤̥̝̖̭͇̫Sl͙͉̣͖en̦̪̫̟͚d̹͈̥ͅe̲͇̞r̭̪ͅm̹͖ḁ̘͙̻̱͈n͇̰̣̻̗'̟͍̺s̗̠͕̜̠̰͙ ̲͇̥̯͇p̝̱̫̤̗̮̱r̖͈̥̼o̗̪̜͈̗̯̺x̯̻̱̪̣̗i͈̼͖̺̟̹ͅe͚̬̳ș̥̜͈̱̤̙ ̤ḫa̖͓͔̣v̟̼e ̙̘̞͉͎a ̣br͖̤̞͖̩̺a͈̱͖n̦̗d̪͓̲̖͚͎ ͍̝͖̯a͓s̹̭̩̖̥͕w͓͚e̲͙̝͓̱̳l̘͍͕l̲̟͈̘͔͓̟"̭̞ͅ
"Sounds like a pain in the ass to work for a demon who more then likely torches humans regardless of there 'connections'" I bunny eared my fingers, wiggling them to my palm in emphasis.
Zalgo faked a gasp, turning away from me in feigned hurt, "I͉ ͇̠͍a̦̠̪ͅm ̙̱T̞he͈̳ͅ ̫̹ͅO̘̦̫͓̲v̖͈̝̯͕̺ers̘̺̰e̫e̬͓̩̼͍r̦̻͖̮ ̹̲͓̘̥o̩͇͙̼̬͍̪f̲̞ ̦̼̲H͔̲̤̘̖̻ͅe͓ḷ͍̖̭̞̬l̲͉̱̗,̖̯̹̞͉ ̠I͓͎ ̖̗̯h̝͙̲͉a̺͎͈͓̝̞v͖̪̤e͙ ̼̺͉̠̲a̜̭̙̬̦ͅ ͉͉̫̞̘r̜̙͍͕̖̘̝ep̞̞͙u̹̣͍t̬̭̞̣̠̬a͕̱t̹̻͚i̬o͎̪̥n̞ ͔͔̲t͔̙h̺̠͎̭̝̱͙a̻͉̲̞̹͇t̖͕̥͇̞ ̤̖̖͕̼͖n̼̳͓͉͈͍ͅe̲͖e̙d̳̰̩̟̰̘s̜͖̘̯͙̥ ̗͈̜̜t̜̟͎o͔̹͕ ̤̥̥b̞e̤͔̬͍̳̞ ̮̫̳̳̯̯u̙̺̳̪p̣͔̖͕h̭̘̭̟̠̞̝eͅl͈̫͔̩d̦.̟͔̼̘̬ͅ ͎̥̤̱̪̲D̻o̥̞͙̹͖̼ͅ y͇͕̦o͚͚̖u̩̥̼ͅ ̰̤͚̫̩ho͚͇͙͕nḙ͇st̠̣͖̬l̻̖͉̰̘͇ͅy ̺̼͕be͔̻̥̱̰͙̳l͖̠̹̪͖̜i̲̭͈e̮̗̹v̹̦̥̲e ͍̰a͙̦̩n̠͕̼̹ ̜̮͔̝h͕̤o̫̖̫n̮̝̪e̼s͙͔̫͉̮t͈͓̺̫̺ly̜̤̫̟̟̲̺ ̜̬̟̩̠͓d̠̫̲̜̣͉e̼͕̭̦̪̻mo̻n̜̫̬͚ s̪̲̤̦̗u̻̘c̣̻͉͍͎̖̜h͉͓͍̪͎ ̯̠̙a̱̗̞͖̩̪̹s̖̻͚ ̬̲̰̰͍m̩ỵ͔ͅs̳e̬l̼͍͙͚͖f͎̬͔͇̭̮̦ ̠̮w̪o̹͚͍̻̪̲u̙l͇̝̻d̲̠̩͕͕͈ ̜̲̖ba̗̼̖̙c̞͍̳̩̹̤͔k̯̫̰̱s͎͈̮̮͙͖ͅt̙̹͕a̙̬̟̯̱̖b̥̰ ͚̞̼̺͖͓y̜͉̭͖̤̲̰o̥̫̳͙̜͓̞u̩?͈͉̙"̥̪̗̝
"... Ya kinda"
He looks at me from a side glance, he held it for several moments, his eyes glistening in anticipation.
I held the bridge of my nose, sighing for the hundreds time today, "Alright, fine. But I swear to God, if you fuck me over I'll kill us all"
He laughed again, his eyes vanishing into a fine mist and reforming to Zalgo's humanoid body, he did look more hunched over and rugged then I remember him being, quivering and focusing on standing upright, but that snarky grin sat on his mug with pride.
He held out his dark clawed hand, urging me to grasp it, I placed my hand in his with a firm shake, my palm became heated, spreading from my wrist to my elbow before swallowing my whole body in a hot, sweaty, feeling.
The heat collected between my shoulder blades, forming a painful burning ball. My body doubled over, my head pulsed in a steady pain relative to my heartbeat, yet my grasp on his hand remained.
The dark haze of the surrounding began to lift, my hand no longer held Zalgo's, my body felt as though it would fall.
Through the vanishing landscape the gentlest voice I will ever hear from the king of hell himself.
"̳̞̰͖̖̜̱Ị͍̰͚̹̘ ̞̘̞̻͎w̱̱il̟̠l ̦ͅt̠̣̠̗̺͍̪a̞̫̖k̯̼͖͔̯ͅe̪̩ g͇̠̝̻o̝̬̦̩̱͉o͖̖d̪̟̩̠̭̣̫ ̤c͉͕̰̬͔̜̠a͍̟̤̗̰͙̠ṛ̟̗̪̮ͅe̠̲̤̙̮̘ ̭̤̼͈̫̺o̳̗̤͓f̯̯̯͕͚̻ ̟̣͓̪̮̭̰ỵ̹o̖̰u̪͕̺͕̰͎̗"̰͍