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Obey. This is the only word we hear in our minds. Forced to listen to the lowly drone of his voice. His voiceless voice. He watches us from afar, keeping check, making sure we OBEY. When we take note of his presence, things blur. Time slows. And we OBEY. His darkened suit, stained and spattered with the bloodstains of his young victims, is the first thing we see, and when he arrives, we OBEY. The Operator. Der Ritter. Die Grobmann. The Slender Man. He, no; It, is called by many names, but we know him by only one: Master. We OBEY. His branch-like arms wrap around us in sweet embrace, warm and comforting. We OBEY. We are not bothe