Epilogue
Soft white light.
The Prussian blinked groggily as he looked up at the tile of the hospital room, the sound of his heart beat calming in sync to the beeping of heart rate monitor was all he heard.
He made it. Dear Gott, he had made it.
Gilbert offered a sigh of relief as he looked about the unfamiliar sterile room, simply grateful to be out of that nightmare.
For most people, being in the hospital seemed to bring them to despair, but for him so much white light was the most beautiful of sights.
He offered a few more blinks, looking himself over to assure himself that the experience he had just faced wasn't real, that it was all just an elaborate dream.
Gilbert offered a smile of relief, looking to the side appreciating all the gifts that everyone had left behind while he was out. He had been remembered all along as he noted each of the gifts were as distinct as those who had given them.
He wondered how long he'd been out, how long it would take for others to realize he was fine. The Prussian settled his head back onto the pillow, sighing in relief and shutting his eyes in gratitude for a moment of peace. Now life would have a whole new meaning, now he was certain he'd do much more than stay in that musty basement and would bring a positive change to the world even in his obscurity. It was time he contributed, instead of taking away in a world of light, no more darkness he mused, smiling proudly to himself as he imagined all things greater.
He opened his crimson eyes once again, widening them in terror as he saw that last thing he would ever see:
The palest man, the blackest suit, Bigger than the tallest brute with six black arms out stretched, he knew this was the end. His breath had caught as he heard its evil cry, knowing that now he'd surely die. He had tried to run, he had tried to hide, but now all his efforts for nothing would abide. For once you think you have escaped the Slenderman, remember:
'He can do what no other man can'.
Game Over