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[filtered away from children kidnapped or otherwise, Slenderman, and anyone exploiting the situation]

[two pages are highlighted: #, and then #; the priest's voice is quiet and gentle]

...The entries currently unearthed skip from 23 to 28 with nothing yet in between. The last known plan the previous victims of 'Slenderman' had were to offer up a human... sacrifice. The end result was the safe return of at least one child -- Deema. There's also-- this.

[he shifts, where he's staring at the blood-soaked tree whose line creeps higher and higher every time he blinks -- or maybe it's his imagination. his mind playing tricks on him, at this point, is not at all beyond the scope of the realistic]

Time is... running out.

[ooc: open for journal or the CREEPY BLOOD TREE if you're lurking]

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[Or it's too dirty and it'll make the tree... seek tree vengeance or something. You never know.]

I'd pick someone easier to kill, if it were me.

Someone easier to kill is synonymous with less deserving, in this case.

And wouldn't return as quickly. It's a small price to pay, and one I wouldn't ask of anybody else.

Not that I'm an expert, but I don't think it counts if you do it yourself. [...] Maybe I can help.

...

[w... wait. did he hear that right? fljskdf]

[lmao all his plans are terrible;; He's already on his way to the tree, he'll just keep talking as he goes.]

I owe you one, right?

Ah.

[flkjsdf b-bro, what is this even]

You don't... Spike, that's... [SJDLKJF is so... confused and also a little concerned. AREN'T YOU LIKE HALF-DEAD?? ...he can't ask you to do this, that's... insane and cruel flkjsdf]

[He's the master at distraction. It's a shame he lost the bandages; if he showed up faking a limp, might be even better.]

If you really think it'll work, you want to give it your best shot. You've only got one.

[...haa. well...]

...If you're serious, then...

[hahaha... what is this Spike WHAT IS THIS]

[He's making it up as he goes!]

I don't think you'll be getting any other volunteers.

...You'd be surprised. [he bets he could...]

[He's closing in on it now, still chatting like this is any other conversation they might be having.]

I guess I just beat them to it.

You don't... have to do this, Spike. If you're coming because you feel obligated--

[he doesn't consider any debt between them at all. ...especially after what happened with 01]

... Everyone likes to be able to contribute something.

[Yeah, well, Spike keeps his own score.]

...

[;/// won't argue further... mostly because he doesn't want to have to ask someone else lfkjsdf]

[Good, because he's going to be walking towards him in another minute or two, looking healthy as ever... unlike Abel. He warned him about what stress does to you.]

Sorry for the wait.

[quiet he's the pinnacle of physical and mental health... obviously...]

...It was nothing; don't be silly...

[He's eying the tree, because it's gotten kind of gruesome since the last time he saw it. No wonder everyone is going crazy.]

Looks like I came just in time.

[his gaze follows Spike's, and the smile fades some more]

...It seems that way.

[he reaches under his coat and behind his back, withdrawing the modified revolver and handing it over. it was heavy, naturally, and loaded with silver bullets]

[You jackass. He really was going to kill himself, wasn't he? Spike takes the gun coolly and tests the weight of it in his hand before finally gazing back to Abel.]

I thought you had to cut off your head to do it.

A shot point blank from this... it should do the trick.

[they're his kids, man. ;( the kids he shared with Lilith. he'd kill himself over and over ;;]

[There's a moment where he thinks about turning the gun on himself before Abel has a chance to react, but it's fleeting. The idea of sacrificing himself never did appeal to him very much.

He studies Abel as he lines him on his sights.] You're sure about this?

[there is a moment's pause, but there really is no doubt in his mind whether he'd be willing to do this or not for their sake.

he offers him a resigned smile.]

I'll see you again before you know it.

[He doesn't smile back. He leaves a stretch of time, like he's giving him a moment to say any prayers he has in mind. But Spike isn't usually the kind of guy to hesitate or second guess himself, so you can bet that he's going to do exactly what he came there for --

-- which is why, instead of pulling the trigger, he abruptly hits the release as if he's done the same thing hundreds of times before, causing the cylinder to open and the cartridges to fall to the ground, then he quickly tucks the empty gun into his waistband.

Never should have handed it over, Abel.]

[...

the smile dissolves, slowly. what...?

his eyes remain on Spike as silver spills into the ground between them, and the gun is tucked away.]

...

[This is what happens when you trust people.]

Sorry, I might have lied there. [He's not looking up though; he knows Abel could take it back if he tried, but Spike would put up a fight for it.] I can't let that happen.