But he couldn't blame him. Obviously, everyone was in the operating room. He had been right to want to run away at the mere sight of him. Now, Sean knew he had become a circus freak—someone people no longer laughed at, but instead ran from. They weren't afraid of him exactly… they were terrified that they might end up like him, with a grotesque, carved smile etched permanently into their face.
At that moment—just before one of the anesthesiologists next to the table responded to a panicked call from a doctor to administer another dose and put Sean back to sleep so they could continue reconstructing his face—the lights in the operating room began to flicker. Rapidly. As if they were trying to go out… and then they did. Total darkness swallowed the room. The medical staff attending to Sean screamed, as if their fear alone could bring the electricity back.
Sean remained lying on the table. He had already suffered too much to keep enduring this horror. Then he saw him—Slenderman, standing right in front of him, staring with that pale, faceless head. He didn't move, just remained eerily still. The lights reacted to his supernatural presence, flickering again. On instinct, Sean's eyes darted from side to side with an almost inhuman speed—and the lights responded.
The doctors and staff couldn't take it anymore. One by one, they bolted toward the exit. They rushed through the same door where Slenderman had appeared, but none of them seemed to notice him. Slenderman didn't vanish, either—he simply allowed them to pass right through him, like he was a visible hologram that only Sean could truly perceive.
Now it was just Sean and Slenderman.
Sean's eyes locked onto the entity. His heart was racing, his breath shallow and erratic. He wanted to move—to rip the cables out of his body, get off the table, and run as fast as he could. Anything to escape that demon who had already scarred him so deeply since their first encounter.
Because after the first meeting came the second, and then the third… and those had been the worst moments of Sean's entire life.
Slenderman raised his left hand toward Sean, and from it, a blinding white light burst forth, searing Sean's vision. When he opened his eyes again seconds later, the room lights had returned. Everything looked… normal again.
Quickly, and before anyone could stop him, Sean pulled off the medical wires, got off the table, and—despite being naked under his thin hospital gown—ran out of the operating room.
What he found outside looked like a scene straight out of an action movie: FBI agents in bulletproof vests, holding shotguns and .24-caliber pistols, all aiming directly at him. But the moment they saw him, they reacted just like the doctors had—horrified. Still, they tried to keep their composure. A terrifying scar on the face of a teenage boy wouldn't stop them from doing their job.
"What? If I were you, I'd run now," Sean said in a calm yet menacing tone, unlike anything he had ever spoken before. "Because if you don't, things are about to get hideous for you. You have ten seconds to leave... or else..."
The agents exchanged nervous glances. Their eyes still reflected fear. Some of them looked ready to accept Sean's offer—not because it was reasonable, but because they were genuinely afraid of him. To them, Sean wasn't just a freak. He looked like the devil himself.
"Alright then. Time's up, boys. My turn now. Goodbye forever… and sweet dreams. With me."
Sean smiled—and it was ghastly. His skin stretched so tightly over his face it almost tore, revealing blood seeping down the edges of his nightmare grin. His eyes became two ghostly white orbs—his pupils had vanished.
He raised both arms as high as he could, as if reaching for the sky he could never touch.
And then it happened.
[DING!]
Out of nowhere, a metallic sound echoed in his mind, like a digital chime. But it didn't come from the outside. It was internal. A robotic voice rang out inside his head with almost surreal clarity:
[Welcome, User Sean. Creepypasta Integration System has been activated.]
"Initial Mode: Omega Villain — Status: Incomplete."
"Entity Sync: Slenderman — 100%, Jeff the Killer — 75%, Smile Dog — 93%."
"Main Mission: Unleash chaos. Become the Herald of Horror."
Sean went silent. His terrifying smile still etched on his face, but his body stopped trembling. The voice… it had calmed him. Or rather—it had taken over.
"System...? What the hell are you talking about?" he murmured, narrowing his blank eyes.
The voice replied immediately, soft and precise, as if it had always been there.
[Yes, Sean. The installation began the moment you first encountered Slenderman. Each time you faced one of them, the system absorbed their essence and adapted it to your physiology. You are now the perfect container. The host. The chosen one to carry us as your new system.]
And that was when Sean laughed.
Not like before. This laugh was different—deep, hollow, stripped of all humanity.
"And what can I do now?"
The FBI agents who had stayed behind watched, bewildered, unsure when to act. But Sean was too focused on the voice in his head to even notice them.
The system continued.
[Anything you want.]
"Unlocked Ability Modes:"
Silent Step(inherited from Slenderman): You can appear behind any target, undetected.
Deadly Smile(from Smile Dog): Direct eye contact induces hallucinations and madness.
Sinister Slaughter(from Jeff the Killer): Your fingernails become blades at will, and you feel no pain.
The agents raised their weapons. One fired.
The bullet flew straight at Sean's chest—and passed through him. His body shimmered like a shadowy echo… and then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished.
"Where is he?! Where the hell is he?!" shouted an agent.
"Behind you," whispered Sean, his mouth inches from the soldier's ear.