Chapter 3
Windmill vandals

7.26 a.m.
The Computer had not noticed a congregation of the undead surrounding him. He was genuinely frightened once in his entire boring life. The vandals looked like the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The vandals all struck at once. The first one clanged his battleaxe with the Computer's metal arm, the second slashed Slender's face accidentally, and the third and fourth chopped and smashed each other to smithereens. The Computer ran as fast as he could on his 'hands'. He found Eustace's large mallet lying on the ground.
"K-wham!" The humongous mallet splintered bone. The vandal left remaining grazed the Computer's casing, exposing many live wires. As a show of retaliation, the Computer swung the mallet like a golf club and fragmented the skeletal vandal to miserable pulp.
Slender awoke, dazed, pained and delusional. He saw blood on his immaculate suit and his face was deformed and oozing more blood. A gash stretching from his forehead to his leg was bleeding profusely. He had lost the ability to teleport and he had a dull sensation in his mind. This was the first time he felt mortal, weak and vulnerable. He dragged his wreck of a body to its feet. If he had only guessed what was going on. It just happened so fast!
The Computer, severly lacking in energy, collapsed to the ground. Slender sauntered over and took the mallet from the Computer's arm. Oh, he was going to get his revenge! Slender tried to slam it down, but the device in him zapped him with a voltage the size of the output of a small nuclear power plant. Slender was fried from inside out. His mind was wiped and blood gushed out in torrents.
7.33 a.m.
Courage stuck a plasma-ray death gun out of the truck as he drove down the road. No way was Slender going to make him irrational now. The Bagge farmhouse was a dreadful sight. Broken bones were strewn everywhere, weapons of medival war lying broken on the ground, bloody splotches on what remained of the floorboards. The rooms had been destroyed, the living room was devoid of items, and not even the front door was left. In the middle of the muck was a grotesquely mutilated Slender, his suit tainted with blood and an unconscious Computer, lying on its side.
Courage pulled the truck into a parking position and rushed out of it. He grabbed the computer and took a handcrank from his pocket. He attached the Computer's plug into the handcrank's socket and started frantically turning it.
The Computer awoke blurrily. He saw Courage through the monitor.
"Thank goodness you're here twit. I was planning on finding you, but... "
Motioning to his surroundings and Slender, the Computer explained all that was needed.
"Computer! I almost thought you were dead or something!"
Observing that a wire was frayed and hanging out of the Computer, Courage crudely tied it back to another wire and some of the Computer's vision was restored.
Both of them looked at Slender and knew he was thoroughly dead. There was no question to it. Anyway, if Slender did awake, Courage still had the firearm.
"And erm- about where Muriel is... do you really want to know?"
"Yes Computer yes!"
The Computer pulled the device from Slender and explained.
"This device killed him since he tried to harm me, but I also needed him to be conscious to use it to access his memory."
"And so?"
"He awoke a second time. I can download his memory right now."
The Computer plugged the thumbdrive into himself and he showed a download bar. Twenty seconds later, a flood of images flashed across the screen. Slender capturing children, frightened and begging adults, dead corpses and blood were all displayed in full HD. Courage turned away, feeling frightned to see what waas on-screen.
The Computer felt something odd. Like someone was within him, waiting to be let out. He ignored it. He was a machine after all, Slender could not use his mind to influence him, especially after death.
The Computer connected himself to the printer which was also intact. By Slender's calculations, it was in some remote island. Not only did it hold Muriel, it also held all of Slender's previous victims, some now dead, some not.
The printer printed a sheet of instuctions, a google road map with a 'X' which marked the spot and some petrol coupons. Courage grabbed them all.
The Computer laughed.
"Now we 'just' need to get there! Go think of something twit!"
Courage looked baffled. That was the first time he couldn't think of a solution. Ever.