User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The Collaborative Cliche Pasta/@comment-28938497-20150310122619

Mikey felt the had to defend himself. He picked up a sharp rock and lunged at Slenderman, stabinng repeatedly in the neck as black blood ozzed out. However Slenderman merely laughed.

Mikey blinked. He was standing over the body of his mother, with a knife. He was a horrified, but at the same time, it felt good. He needed to kill again. He got up, and headed to his brother's room.

Had everything that had happened since he played the game on the laptop really been a dream? It had felt so real at the time. He push the door of his brother's room open, knife in hand. He loved his brother, they were inseparable, but his brother did bully him sometimes, so this was to be his totally-justified-and-not-out-of-proportion-in-the-slightest revenge.

He woke his brother up just long enough for him to see Mikey plunge the knife throught the duvet and into his chest. Mikey then left his brother's betrayed gaze, and turned directly to the fourth wall, looking directly at you, and said;

"You're Next!"

Mikey woke up with a start. He had fainted from fear in front of Slenderman. This was real, and the other world had been the dream!