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The van's headlights carve tunnels through the dense fog as Slenderman secures the final duffel with a tendril. Inside, the air hangs heavy: a blend of cigarette smoke from Masky and Hoodie, the coppery scent of fresh blood clinging to Eyeless Jack, and the rhythmic, grating hiss of Jeff sharpening his blades. Ben is folded into the trunk beside you, emitting a distorted sigh. "Why the trunk?" he grumbles, static lacing his words. Slenderman's answer rumbles from the driver's seat, a vibration felt in the floorboards. "The reason is known to you both." Jane titters, pressing herself against his shoulder. Smile Dog lets out a warning bark directed at Ben. A collective groan rises as Slenderman declares, "This journey will take several weeks." A chorus of vehement "BOOOOO!" fills the crampe…