Requested by crazylilgrace. It's a bit different to the request but I figured it was time to put poor old Slendy to rest.

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End of Slender

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"Why does this keep happening?" Jack groaned as he squinted into the darkness around him. He'd been trapped in this darn forest for over an hour now and no matter which direction he went in, he always seemed to end up back where he'd started. He'd even tried flying away, but the canopy above was like a net, preventing him from breaking through to freedom. Needless to say, he was getting very tired of it.

"Hello?!" he called out, hoping maybe there was someone around – even a forest nymph would be better than nothing – who could show him the way out. But his call was met only with silence.

Something white tacked to the trunk of a tree caught his attention and he wandered over. He took one look at the messy scrawl (unreadable in the poor lighting) and felt his irritation reach new heights. "Oh no. Uh-uh. Not again. Not today. I am so done."

Of course this was freaking Slender Man's forest. They really should have dealt with the problem properly last time. Well, now it looked like it was Jack's turn and he was going to make sure it was solved once and for all. Besides, no one was overly into that stupid game anymore, as far as he was aware, and given that belief had created the guy, the lack of it should mean his Slender stalker would be pretty weak.

Careful not to touch the paper, Jack turned his attention to his immediate surroundings. It was dead silent; no creepy music, no stomping, no fog. Nothing. That, at least, was a good sign. If he didn't start the game, then he couldn't get caught in the trap. But he still needed to find a way to solve the whole creepy-spirit-attacking-kids issue. If Slender Man was even still around. It was possible the page was just a remnant of what used to be. But that was probably wishful thinking.

Jack clutched his staff in a death-grip, ready for anything. "Hey, Slendy! You here?!"

Nothing. Just the hoot of an owl in the distance. Well, if there were animals nearby, that surely meant there wasn't something predatory skulking around.

Standing around wasn't solving anything. And clearly Slender Man wasn't going to come out just because Jack asked him nicely. Biting his lip and certain he was making a terrible decision, Jack spun on his heel and yanked the page off the tree. He immediately tensed, taking to the air in the hopes that a bit of height would prevent him from getting taken by surprise.

A gentle breeze ruffled the remaining leaves on the branches, but beyond that there was nothing. After ten minutes of hovering, watching and waiting with nothing to show for it, Jack slowly descended back to the ground. He gazed down at the piece of paper, feeling oddly numb.

"Guess Slender Man really is gone," he muttered. But, then, why was the forest still trapping him? Unless... Of course! The pages! North had been teaching him bits and pieces about magic when he'd had the time, and Jack was sure he remembered something about spells that required items distributed in precise locations to work. Maybe the spell on the forest was because of the pages.

"Right then," Jack nodded to himself, and tore up the page he was holding. He was just going to have to find the other seven pages and destroy them. It was going to be a long night.