Her flashlight's become useless in the mist -- all it lights up is a white wall of fog -- but Olivia can't bear to turn it off. She falls back to let Will do his work, shoulders rising and falling as she stares off into the trees. The fear feels like it's taking a physical shape inside her, rushing through her limbs to sap her strength. Quickly, she shuts her eyes again to reign in the worst of it.
She is not powerless, she tells herself. The Slenderman is the one who's powerless.
The only weapon he has is the exact thing that will make her stronger.
(It's all right, Olive.)
Drawing one final breath, bearing down with all her mental might, Olivia opens her eyes -- and gasps aloud, rearing back a step before she can catch herself.
(To everyone but her, the landscape is completely unchanged.)
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Her flashlight's become useless in the mist -- all it lights up is a white wall of fog -- but Olivia can't bear to turn it off. She falls back to let Will do his work, shoulders rising and falling as she stares off into the trees. The fear feels like it's taking a physical shape inside her, rushing through her limbs to sap her strength. Quickly, she shuts her eyes again to reign in the worst of it.
She is not powerless, she tells herself. The Slenderman is the one who's powerless.
The only weapon he has is the exact thing that will make her stronger.
(It's all right, Olive.)
Drawing one final breath, bearing down with all her mental might, Olivia opens her eyes -- and gasps aloud, rearing back a step before she can catch herself.
(To everyone but her, the landscape is completely unchanged.)