Seth breathed heavily as he arrived at the address the girl had given him. He could already feel the heavy icy air that the creature produced, looking around, his camera drawn, his chest mounted camera at the ready as he looked around then up at the windows, spotting the girl staring him down from the window, his blood running cold as he spotted the impossibly tall black figure behind her, his long, pale fingertips over her shoulder, his face obscured by the height of the window. He shivered and looked around, expecting the masked freaks that seemed to haunt around the Slenderman at any time Seth had been near. He shivered, pulling up his hood as he goes toward the house, looking around nervously at every moment.<br/><br/>In the room Mr. S gently rested his arms over her shoulders form behind as if to assure her safety with what he was doing as his tendrils extended to the floor at their sides, spreading out into inky black puddles like those that had covered the ground that night when he was weakened at her feet.<br/><br/>Two figures rose from the puddles, their bodies thin, agile, long black hair falling over masked faces. Blank, lifeless expressions on the masks with chronically surprised brows painted above black eyes and lush black painted on lips, the faces beneath completely covered. They were silent but turned their heads simultaneously toward her then up at their master, nodding as they stood together like wicked twins in front of them. They seemed to serve as his personal guardians of the human realm.