Tim, Alex, and, of course, Cory walked toward the gated factory. It loomed overhead, blurred by the now pouring rain. The entire facility gave off an eerie vibe, probably due to the high volume of radiation that was coming out of it.

The trio walked through the gate and were instantly surrounded by children of atom with radiation guns. The leader motioned for them to follow as he began to walk away. As the three followed, the crowd surrounded them, holding them at an arm's length with their guns pointed at them. At any moment, any of them could be blasted with a lethal dosage of radiation, instantly giving them radiation sickness, and causing their skin to peel off. Truly this was a gruesome way to die.

The leader led them into the factory. The inside was huge and filled with conveyor belts. It seemed to be built out of an old car factory, as cars could be see piled in the corner. The steel walls seemed to be rusted from the excess radiation that filled the factory. Next to the belts were workers, tirelessly assembling radiation guns for the use of the children of atom. They were using a variety of parts to assemble them, mostly ones taken from cars.

The leader nudged them to keep moving as he led them past the factory floor up a flight of stairs. The upstairs portion of the factory seemed entirely different. It was furnished and had red carpeting through a hallway with many doors along the side. It reminded Cory of the white house interior.

The leader shut the door behind them and locked it, leaving Alex, Cory, and Tim alone. Piano music and singing could be heard from the door at the end of the hallway.

"It's nine o' clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in."

Cory looked at a clock and realised it was 9 and that it was Saturday, it was as if this was a fated meeting.

"There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic of gin."

Cory and the gang cautiously made their way to the end of the hallway, opening the door to find yet another staircase. The music grew louder.

"He says son, can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes."

Tim ran ahead up the stairs, followed closely by the others, and found a door at the top, opening the door to find a man with grey hair sitting at a piano in front of a large window in a room that looked much like the oval office.

"But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete…"

"...when I wore a younger man's clothes…" Tim finished, whispering.

The man stopped playing, turning around in his chair and standing up. He looked around Tim's age, and wore a suit and tie. Unlike the other members of the cult, this man wasn't in bad shape and had a less depressing vibe.

"Ah, so we finally meet face to face," the man said, smiling and holding his arms out to his sides.

"Yes, it's been a while, hasn't it, Troy?" Tim stated.

"Take that mask off, Tim," Troy said, pointing the the mask.

Tim removed his mask and held it to his side. Troy approached him and studied him, then pointed to a mirror on the wall where they both could be seen.

"When did we become old men, Tim?"

"I'd say about 30 years ago."

"Hmm," Troy scratched his beard and walked around, "So what brought you here, could it be the fat kid?"

"No, I just got tired of all the radiation and came to take back an old friend."

"Do you remember, Tim, the incidents of 2011?" Troy asked, turning back to Tim.

Tim was taken aback, "Of course, they haunt me every day."

Troy nodded, walking back over to his piano and sitting on the stool, "So you remember what happened to me?"

Tim hesitated, then nodded.

Troy turned his head, now glaring at Tim, "Let me inform the newcomers, then. Alex was a mutual friend of ours, but he had been completely changed by the operator and had a gun. I'd tracked him down to an abandoned college campus and had located him. Long story short, I ran into Alex and was shot in the side. Tim here decided to come later and look for me, but found my camera and just left me, not even trying to find my body."

Tim looked down in shame.

"Furthermore, after leaving me to die, he killed Brian, another friend of ours."

Tim glared at Troy, "I didn't know he was Brian, he was wearing a mask!"

Troy rolled his eyes and pulled out a knife from his pocket, "Do you know what this is?"

Tim's eyes went wide.

"Yes, this is the knife you used to stab Alex to a bloody pulp with. I watched it. You stabbed him and stabbed him. The man was insane, but no one deserves that. You were no better than Alex, you are a cold blood killer."

Tim closed his eyes. He thought he was in the right all those years ago. Had he really killed all those people? He had always blamed slenderman for the killings, but looking back, he saw that every death could be related to him.

Cory walked up to Tim, "It's ok to kill people if they are bad!"

Tim nodded, "But none of them were really bad."

Cory didn't know what to think anymore. He turned to Tim and saw him stand up, "What I've done in the past doesn't justify the current state of Alabama. You have turned it into a brainwashed state full of idiots!"

Troy was getting visibly angry, and he stabbed his knife into his piano, causing it to stick out of the top of it. Troy meant business. Dramatic music begins to play, "You have no idea what you're up against! Atom is real and each one holds an entire universe in it! Soon the bombs will drop and millions of universes will be born in a single instance."

"That's crazy and it ignores tons of physics facts, Troy." Tim shouted.

Troy grabbed the knife out of the wood and ran at Tim, stabbing. Tim dodged and tried to hit Troy with his fists, but missed. The momentum from his punch made him stagger forward, which Troy used to his advantage to stab at Tim once again. This stab also missed. Troy began slashing relentlessly at Tim, Tim retaliated by jumping back with every swipe of the knife.

"YOU are the maniac here. YOU are the one who killed so many people who were close to you. YOU KILLED BRIAN!" Troy shouted at Tim.

"You killed your old self and now have withered away into who you are today. Your identity was lost countless years ago and now you're just an old man with immense power over near illiterate people. You are worthless."

"You idiot! I invented the radiation gun and I started the religion of the children of atom. After all of this I'd expect to have a little recognition!"

Tim rolled to the side as Troy slashed once more. He did a low sweep kick to try and knock Troy off his feet, but Troy was quicker than him and jumped back in time to dodge it. He then slashed at Tim, this time making contact with his arm, slashing a deep cut into the side of it. Tim recoiled in pain and fell backwards, holding his arm.

"Remember the words of Alex before he died: if anyone's left, kill them, then kill yourself. Alex was trying to stop the spread of the operator, but he didn't realise that the spread was already out of control. You didn't listen to him. You should have killed yourself while you had the chance!" Troy jumped at Tim, swinging his knife down at the man.

Tim rolled away just in time and grabbed his mask, putting it on. His arm was now stained with sticky blood, but he couldn't stop now. Only one of them would leave this office and it would be him.

"Troy, give it up! We can make Alabama great again and powerful. We can make the future brighter!"

"The future is already bright with a thousand fusion reactions across the globe! The inevitable cannot be avoided!" Troy shouted, running at Tim with his knife.

The knife was originally Troy's. Troy had gone insane toward the end of their webseries and had tried to kill Tim with that exact knife. Later, Tim found the knife and used it to finish off Alex. After this fight, Tim had passed out and dropped the bloody knife, he now knew what happened to it.

Troy relentlessly attacked Tim, trying his hardest to make contact with him. Tim seemed to be able to dodge every strike well, only getting hit once or twice.

"Alex, Brian, almost me. How many more people have you killed since then? I'm guessing you killed Noah too?" Troy asked as he strained his muscles to go faster.

"Yes, he was annoying."

Troy smirked, "Yes, but he was loyal. Unlike you he didn't betray my trust."

Tim's eyes went wide as he felt a sharp, cold pain. Troy chuckled as he stood there with his knife thrusted out. Tim looked down at his chest, seeing the knife sticking out of it. Troy pulled the knife away, backing up and laughing. Tim fell down to his knees, moaning in pain.

"Pathetic," Troy said as he walked over to his piano and sat down.

Cory and Alex rushed over to Tim, who was wide eyes and nearly dead.

"Tim…" Cory mumbled as he bent down near him.

"C-Cory… take the mask… take… the… mask…" Tim fell over onto the floor.

A friendship built from college, the four film majors worked together to make something of their lives. Accidentally stumbling across something sinister, they were thrusted into a world of pain and betrayal. The effects of the entity were strong on the four, and none of them came out of this paranoia and fear the way they had entered. First Brian, then Alex, and finally Tim. All that were left of the original four was Troy, the one who had brought them together in the first place. Now he had won. He had gotten his way. The entire state of Alabama was his. But he was alone.

Cory grabbed Tim's mask and walked up to Troy, "What's the next step of your master plan?"

Troy pulled an object out of his pocket and held it up, "I will make myself immortal with the power of atom!"

He was holding a radiation gun. He held it up to his head and shot it. A green disk of radiation shot out of it, completely engulfing the man with powerful gamma rays. Sensing danger, Alex motioned for Cory to escape with him. Cory nodded and grabbed Tim's body, carrying it with the glove that made everything weigh nearly nothing that the president had given him.

As Cory left, he turned around to see what Troy had become. Before him stood a rotting and barely human man. His skin was chipping off, his hair was barely there anymore, and his eyes popped out of his skull, barely held in. Troy had given up his humanity for the sake of immortality.

Cory and Alex ran out of the factory and back to the woods where their bus ship sat. Surprisingly, most of the cultists were gone now and Alabama seemed calm once more. Cory ran with the body of Tim toward the ruins, where he heard a faint gasp.

By some unknown miracle, perhaps by the great Kek himself, Tim spoke, "Br-bring me… to the… window…"

Cory nodded and took Tim up the stair (not the elevator this time) to the third floor, where he sat Tim down facing out the window. The sun was rising on the horizon, painting the sky pastel pinks and oranges. Tim smiled at the view and opened his hand, dropping an item out of it. He let out one final breath and died.

Cory looked down to see the thing he had dropped was the part he needed to fix Espio! Tim had found it within the factory and had taken it with him. Cory grabbed the piece and looked at the dead body of Tim leaning against the window ledge. Watching over Alabama forever but powerless to do anything about it. Not much had changed, but now Tim had closure.

Cory put Tim's mask into his bag and walked down the stairs into the bus.

"A lot has happened in the demon world since a few days ago, I assume!" Alex shouted.

"Wait, now there are two Alex's to keep track of? This could get confusing!" Cory shouted.

They fixed the bus and it roared back to life.

"Where to next, master Cory?" Espio said, charmingly.

"Louisiana!"

Espio activated the thrusters and turned to the west. They then shot off over the ruins of Alabama, heading onward toward a new adventure.