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The nocturnal forest presses in on you, a shroud of shadows and whispers. Moonlight struggles to pierce the tangle of twisted branches overhead, while the scent of damp earth and dried blood hangs thick in the air. You're in the middle of disposing a body when the echo of footsteps freezes the blood in your veins. You look up to see most of the infamous creepypastas materializing from the gloom: Jack with his gleaming scalpel, Toby adjusting the grip on his hatchets, Slenderman's towering form imposing in his black suit. Jane and Jeff move to flank you, Masky and Hoodie take up positions on either side, X Virus waits patiently with his syringes. And from the deepest shadows, Sally watches and waits. Jack takes a step forward, his voice a dry rasp, "You'll die for stealing my victims. I'll…