A blood-curdling scream was the last sound to escape that man's throat amidst all the tension.
His body hit the floor, blood pouring from his eyes like a faucet left running, a grotesque smile carved into his face with surgical precision.
The others tried to flee in horror, but it was impossible. The entire room became foggy, the air thick and heavy. The hospital walls began to bleed. The floor trembled. And behind Sean, like shadows projected from hell itself, came his "new companions." His new "best friends forever."
Jeff, grinning in the dark, proud of his latest creation, blade in hand.
Smile Dog, oozing black drool, crawling like a mutated wolf, eager to get closer and witness the horror.
Slenderman, motionless but omnipresent, like a beacon of despair, controlling it all from his silent post.
[Sean. You are now one of them. You're no longer human, though you still have a soul. Furthermore, you're their link. Their guide. Their commander. Their bridge between the supernatural and the human world.]
"Do you wish to activate Urban Purgatory Mode?"
"Yes…" Sean whispered, his eyes now hollow voids. "I want the world to burn... from the shadows. And I want it to be mine alone. I want to be the only god they worship."
At that moment, the hospital structure began to collapse, as if a supernatural force was swallowing it from within. Security cameras broadcasted a distorted signal across the country. What looked like a digital glitch briefly showed Sean's now-deformed face, his smile drawn with flames.
A message flashed across every screen:
"The circus has begun. And I am the ringmaster.""Sean has awakened, and all will obey me. Whoever you are, you will kneel."
But then, as Sean turned to his new companions, a sudden warmth flared in his chest — a feeling that wouldn't let go until he remembered he had a mother. A mother who was worried sick, as he had vanished for hours with no trace. And judging by what was flooding the news and social media, she had already realized it was him who was unleashing this apocalyptic chaos upon the world.
A chaos not even NASA's advanced alien tech could contain or reverse.
"Well done, Sean. Congratulations, you're officially one of us now. Our new leader. We always knew you'd be the right one to use our system. Now, let's move forward with the plan," Jeff the Killer finally spoke through the silence. His voice no longer sounded as sinister — perhaps because Sean was adapting remarkably well to their presence.
"Yes. I agree. But first, we need a hideout," Smile Dog added, stepping closer, now fully visible—. "From now on, it won't be surprising if they come after us. We're responsible for this entire catastrophe. Sean, any ideas?"
Sean nodded, listening carefully.
High-ranking government forces would surely come after him to make him pay for what he did — especially to the FBI. He was in serious trouble. Part of him longed to be back home, curled up in his mother's arms, sipping her signature hot chocolate she used to make when he felt overwhelmed. But this was not the time for sentimentality.
Where could Sean suggest they hide — a place where no one would dare to look?
A brilliant idea came to him.
Sean lifted his head, as if a signal from the depths of hell had just implanted itself in his brain. A twisted grin spread across his deformed face, his eyes — now voids of darkness — gleaming with terrifying clarity.
"I know the perfect place," he said in a voice thicker, stronger, more inhuman than anything before—. "A place where no one will remove us. Where the whole world will have to watch us every day. Where they sign 'peace', where they decide 'order'… and where true chaos will now reign."
Jeff tilted his head, intrigued by each word from his leader's mouth. But it was clear he already knew where Sean meant.
"You mean…?"
Sean nodded slowly, meeting their eyes with burning determination.
"The White House."
A funereal silence swept the air, interrupted only by a faint hum, as if something cosmic had heard the idea — and smiled in approval.
Slenderman, still unmoving, sent his approval directly into their minds. There was no debate. The plan was flawless. Choosing Sean had been the right call.
"The cradle of hypocritical humanity," muttered Smile Dog, licking his black-shadowed tongue, his limbs writhing beneath him—not in pain, but because that's simply how they moved—. "Where fake freedoms are promised, where fear disguises itself as politics, and where powerful minds seek to dominate the world."
"They'll all see us there," Jeff added, eyes gleaming with psychotic glee—. "That's where the new world order will rise: The Administration of Terror. And we'll be its leaders. Its face."
Sean raised his hand, and his system projected a digital map into the air, flickering and shaking until only one red icon remained: The White House.
"From there, we'll control the global system," he said with eerie calm—. "Satellites, networks, media, combat drones, artificial intelligence, even alien technology humans thought they had under control. All of it will be ours. From that point, the system will infect the entire world. And soon enough, we'll completely dominate the human race."
[Mode: "Dominium Obscurus" available. Do you wish to activate it?]
Sean looked at his companions as if the choice rested on them. Jeff nodded, grinning like he was about to star in his greatest killing spree. Smile Dog growled with anticipation. Slenderman stepped forward — and the air froze.
Sean turned back to the message and answered in a whisper that shook the astral plane:
"Activate it. Let he'll begin on Earth… right from the heart of human power. We will become the new leaders of the global order."
Hours later…
The Pentagon's surveillance feeds displayed the impossible: unidentifiable figures roaming the halls of the White House. Encrypted signals failed. Elite agents trained in psychological warfare screamed in terror, weeping like children — unprepared for the unspeakable horrors that had emerged in the very place meant to protect the world from such threats.
The current president vanished without a trace. The American flag was replaced by a macabre symbol: a bleeding eye within a hellish gear. Its colors turned dark, blending into tones no other flag on Earth had ever known.
In the Oval Office, now lined with human skin and ancient runes, Sean sat in the presidential chair — and claimed it as his own.
"I always wanted to feel important in life," he whispered, running his claws across the cold wooden desk—. "But this… this surpasses any childish dream. I'll be far more than those fools who pretend to govern. And we'll prove it."
From a floating screen, the system spoke with a serpentine voice:
[Congratulations, Sean. You now rule the most powerful nation in the world. What is your first command as the President of Chaos?]
Sean just smiled, fully satisfied with his first dream achieved as the Herald of Terror.
"Let no one sleep. Let the nightmares begin now. And let all that is dark — from terror and even hell — rise from the grave."
And so, the world... obeyed.