[It's not much of a chance. Even against the Slender Man, it doesn't do anything. But Mr. Scratch has eyes. He can see. And if he can see...]
[She pulls a flashlight from her hip, turns it on, and aims it right into Mr. Scratch's face. If it blinds him, she's making a break for it. But if it doesn't work... if it doesn't faze him, then she's sunk.]
[And here he'd thought she'd given up so easily. Nope.
Luckily for her, the light IS blinding to Mr. Scratch and he recoils back, pain registering, hands shielding the face that masks his true identity. But beneath his protected face, hands blocking out all light, is laughter. Sure it hurt like hell, but she put up a fight. And he couldn't be happier for her. For himself.]
[It worked? ...It worked. She climbs to her feet, mouth set in a thin flat line and flashlight still pointed right at Mr. Scratch. It doesn't have much juice left, sure, but it's enough to cause him pain.]
[Small wonders.]
...So you aren't human after all. You're probably not even this Alan Wake guy, are you?
..."Now"? [That's more ominous than anything he's said up to now.]
[The light flickers, fading. She turns the flashlight off. (Click.) And with one movement, she turns on her heel to run for her life. (She couldn't outrun the Slender Man when it had her cornered in the woods. She won't be able to outrun Mr. Scratch, either.)]
[Probably unwise to turn off the flashlight. But then again, with little power left in it, you have to conserve what you have..]
Where are you going? We still have so much to talk about. [With his humanity now quickly unraveling, Mr. Scratch gives chase, but all around him small bouts of smoke disperse from his body.]
[She takes one glance over her shoulder at him. But the strangled little surprised noise she makes is proof enough that this is way out of her league. So she runs blindly ahead.]
[Rage might be one hell of an anesthetic, but unreasoning panic is apparently an even better motivator when it comes to running for your life.]
[Keep looking over your shoulder and soon you'll find he's no longer there. Disappeared into the darkness that surrounds them. But he'll appear again shortly, but not now. Instead, he'll keep hidden and only speak; taunting her.]
But there's so much I have yet to learn about you. About your mysterious tall man.
[Where's he gone? Where is he? She looks everywhere, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the dark. But she can't see him. And her flashlight is probably too low on power to cut through even this. She swallows loudly.]
Y-you don't want to run into it. Look, just... just let me go. Okay? I-I promise, I'll keep my mouth shut. Please. Don't hurt me!
[Oh, he's around. Just look in the shadows; you'll see him eventually. Or maybe you won't and it's your mind playing tricks on you.]
Hurt you? What gave you that impression? [While he sounds insulted, his voice is actually very sarcastic.] And I'm sure little ol' me can handle this boogeyman of yours. Let him come.
[In this light, it's hard to say what's real and what's just the eyes playing tricks on the mind. The flashlight comes back on, its light guttering weakly with every passing second. She shines it this way and that, trying to cut through the gloom.]
...nngh. I... I-I...
[And the flashlight dies completely after one last desperate pass around the area.]
I, I, I. [He repeats her words with a mocking tone.]
Maybe I'm worse than this faceless man. Hmm, ever think that? He's not the only one who can alter reality. My words [Alan's words you impostor] have a- great influence over things.
[The flashlight is dead and at that very moment, Mr. Scratch makes his grand appearance again.]
[No response. The only noise she's making now is the quick, shallow little breaths of someone hyperventilating like crazy. Why on Earth is this happening?! -Oh, right. It's because her mun is an evil, evil woman. Welp. Live and learn.]
[The fear is too paralyzing for her to move an inch now. She's busy having flashbacks to the woods (to a great, wrenching yank and then blacking out, only to wake up in the midday sun days later).
[He waits. Watches her. Feet from actually reaching his target, but he wants to make sure she's completely defenseless this time. While it was fun before, he's ready to leave his mark on her.
No, she's not going to be killed -which could lure out the Slender Man faster- he has far more important things to do with her.]
[No surprises. No hidden flares, no glowsticks, no items that could shed even a flicker of light into the darkness. Now it's just one scared young woman, alone and unarmed. Easy prey for anything lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.]
[For a brief moment, she looks right at Mr. Scratch. Then she looks behind her. She can't see him. Can't pinpoint where his voice is coming from.]
[That's okay because he's coming closer to you. Maybe you'll see him, maybe you won't. In fact, he prefers they don't see it. The surprise, the look on their faces, that's the best part of his work.]
[Still can't see. Where is he-! She looks behind her again. Too many times, there's been something back there that she missed. Maybe he's trying to sneak up on her.]
Come any closer, and you'll get more of the same. A-and that's a promise!
[Their eyes meet, but his are less than friendly. They're cold, dark. Evil. There's no trace of them having once belonged to Alan. No light.]
You want him gone.
[The smoke extends from his palm. Reaches, searching for its prey. Slowly it entangles the girl.]
I can make that happen. [Of course he's bluffing, but the influence he's inflicting upon her will make her believe anything. And once she's under his control, it won't matter what she's scared of anymore.]
[The smoke moves in, and to her credit, she tries to fight it off. But you can't fight something intangible. It swallows her whole bit by bit. The very last look she gives Mr. Scratch is one of abject terror. This can't be happening-!!]
[By the time the smoke clears, she's standing there, arms limp at her sides and chin on her chest. She looks up at him blankly. No fear. No nervousness. No light.]
[Despite the sounds that often came with pursuing his prey -whining, crying, screaming, chaos- Mr. Scratch always took time to enjoy that wonderful thing that came after; silence.
And she was being just that. So cooperative too.
He approached, hands slowly raising and touched the side of her face. But it was anything less than than sentimental, and those hands found their way to the top of her head. Let's see what she was hiding in there.]
[No response, save for one slow nod of the head. It's so quiet. On the outside, anyway. On the inside, there's nothing but panicked screaming. But that's on the inside, where no one can hear. Where the quiet won't be broken.]
[There's a ever-so-slight quizzical tilt to her head when Scratch puts his hands on the sides of her face. But then-]
[Just one more page. The wind has kicked up, roaring like a caged animal through the dark woods. It's hard to see now that the fog is so thick. But she won't stop running. To turn around is suicide. Then- there! Tacked to the end of the concrete pipe. The wind dies as soon as she grabs the last page. It's safe now. It's gone. She turns to head back to the fence- and there's a figure in black standing behind her, features gone. She doesn't scream. The world jerks horribly sideways-]
[But he can only imagine the noise she's making. And he bets it sounds beautiful. No thanks to him of course. While not his best work, this suited him just fine. Making puppets of the Darkness was something of a past time activity he regularly partook in. She was no exception.
Well, except for that other thing that was stalking her.
Mr. Scratch didn't like him. It. Not out of fear, but jealousy. Though curious about this creature, once he got a look inside her head, he wasn't too happy with what he saw. Someone was doing his work after all.
This just made him want to see the Tall Man more. And now that he had one of its prey in his hands, he'd wait. But it'd better hurry because Mr. Scratch didn't like waiting too long.]
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So he advances, leaning over, palm reaching out, fingers inches from her head. Closer, closer. What mark has been left on her, he wonders.]
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[She pulls a flashlight from her hip, turns it on, and aims it right into Mr. Scratch's face. If it blinds him, she's making a break for it. But if it doesn't work... if it doesn't faze him, then she's sunk.]
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Luckily for her, the light IS blinding to Mr. Scratch and he recoils back, pain registering, hands shielding the face that masks his true identity. But beneath his protected face, hands blocking out all light, is laughter. Sure it hurt like hell, but she put up a fight. And he couldn't be happier for her. For himself.]
You had me going there for a second.
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[Small wonders.]
...So you aren't human after all. You're probably not even this Alan Wake guy, are you?
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His hands go down to his side and a sheepish smile spreads across his face. Guilty.]
Oh no, I am Alan Wake.
I am now.
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[The light flickers, fading. She turns the flashlight off. (Click.) And with one movement, she turns on her heel to run for her life. (She couldn't outrun the Slender Man when it had her cornered in the woods. She won't be able to outrun Mr. Scratch, either.)]
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Where are you going? We still have so much to talk about. [With his humanity now quickly unraveling, Mr. Scratch gives chase, but all around him small bouts of smoke disperse from his body.]
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[Rage might be one hell of an anesthetic, but unreasoning panic is apparently an even better motivator when it comes to running for your life.]
Stay away from me!
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But there's so much I have yet to learn about you. About your mysterious tall man.
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Y-you don't want to run into it. Look, just... just let me go. Okay? I-I promise, I'll keep my mouth shut. Please. Don't hurt me!
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Hurt you? What gave you that impression? [While he sounds insulted, his voice is actually very sarcastic.] And I'm sure little ol' me can handle this boogeyman of yours. Let him come.
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...nngh. I... I-I...
[And the flashlight dies completely after one last desperate pass around the area.]
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Maybe I'm worse than this faceless man. Hmm, ever think that? He's not the only one who can alter reality. My words [Alan's words you impostor] have a- great influence over things.
[The flashlight is dead and at that very moment, Mr. Scratch makes his grand appearance again.]
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[The fear is too paralyzing for her to move an inch now. She's busy having flashbacks to the woods (to a great, wrenching yank and then blacking out, only to wake up in the midday sun days later).
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Any more surprises for me?
[He waits. Watches her. Feet from actually reaching his target, but he wants to make sure she's completely defenseless this time. While it was fun before, he's ready to leave his mark on her.
No, she's not going to be killed -which could lure out the Slender Man faster- he has far more important things to do with her.]
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[For a brief moment, she looks right at Mr. Scratch. Then she looks behind her. She can't see him. Can't pinpoint where his voice is coming from.]
[Worst day ever? Worst day ever.]
W-wouldn't you like to know!
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You haven't disappointed me yet.
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Come any closer, and you'll get more of the same. A-and that's a promise!
[It's an empty threat and they both know it.]
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There's a flicker of movement in front of her. The smoke that shrouds him is moving, forming in his hand as it curls around his fingers.]
A promise. [If only she could see his smile. But his voice; it sounds so sincere.] Do you promise? No, I don't think so.
But I can promise you something.
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Wh... what's that?
[Please don't let it be something horrible, please oh please oh please- it's going to be something horrible, isn't it?]
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You want him gone.
[The smoke extends from his palm. Reaches, searching for its prey. Slowly it entangles the girl.]
I can make that happen. [Of course he's bluffing, but the influence he's inflicting upon her will make her believe anything. And once she's under his control, it won't matter what she's scared of anymore.]
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[The smoke moves in, and to her credit, she tries to fight it off. But you can't fight something intangible. It swallows her whole bit by bit. The very last look she gives Mr. Scratch is one of abject terror. This can't be happening-!!]
[By the time the smoke clears, she's standing there, arms limp at her sides and chin on her chest. She looks up at him blankly. No fear. No nervousness. No light.]
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Wouldn't you agree?
[Despite the sounds that often came with pursuing his prey -whining, crying, screaming, chaos- Mr. Scratch always took time to enjoy that wonderful thing that came after; silence.
And she was being just that. So cooperative too.
He approached, hands slowly raising and touched the side of her face. But it was anything less than than sentimental, and those hands found their way to the top of her head. Let's see what she was hiding in there.]
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[There's a ever-so-slight quizzical tilt to her head when Scratch puts his hands on the sides of her face. But then-]
[Just one more page. The wind has kicked up, roaring like a caged animal through the dark woods. It's hard to see now that the fog is so thick. But she won't stop running. To turn around is suicide. Then- there! Tacked to the end of the concrete pipe. The wind dies as soon as she grabs the last page. It's safe now. It's gone. She turns to head back to the fence- and there's a figure in black standing behind her, features gone. She doesn't scream. The world jerks horribly sideways-]
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Well, except for that other thing that was stalking her.
Mr. Scratch didn't like him. It. Not out of fear, but jealousy. Though curious about this creature, once he got a look inside her head, he wasn't too happy with what he saw. Someone was doing his work after all.
This just made him want to see the Tall Man more. And now that he had one of its prey in his hands, he'd wait. But it'd better hurry because Mr. Scratch didn't like waiting too long.]