The bitter cold of the spiritual essence clouded Proxy's thoughts and body, her skin raising with goosebumps as the massive white body tore into the puppet master. His cries bayed through the air, screeching so loudly that her ear drums could burst. She clamped her hands over her ears, gritting her teeth as the wolf ripped the shadowed being to shreds, cracks of light breaking the darkness apart.
Puppet Master screamed as the light tore through him, destroying him from his rotten core. Proxy turned, and through the fog of light, she saw Frigus, surrounded by dozens of pure white wolves. The god padded forth, orange eyes beaming in the white. The lasts shreds of darkness vanished, and the demon was no more. Proxy watched the God approach, and the light faded around them, and they were back up on the mountain in the snow, with the frost and cold.
"Can... Can I go home now?" Proxy asks, tilting her head so she could see the wolf dragon's face.
Frigus snorted, a cloud of fog rising from his nostrils. He turned his head to the dark sky above them, then back to Proxy.
"I suppose now is the time."
He raises up on his back legs and stares into her eyes, orange essence trailing from them slowly.
"If you go back, you understand you will never be human again. Our souls will merge, and all that you were will be erased. Do you accept this?"
Proxy blinked, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her real hands- her human hands. Not the dark, rough claws that had tipped her fingers for years before. She could be human here- flesh and bone and nothing else. But her thoughts trained backwards to the large forest in the fog- do Slender, to her children, to her friends. Things she could never have here.
She took a deep breath, biting her lip.
"I want to return. I want to be with my friends, my sons. I want to go home."
The wolf nodded, then reached his neck down, pressing his nose to her forehead, whispering softly.
Proxy nodded, smiling softly as she felt the cold overtake her again. There was a burst of light, followed by more cold.
Then there was nothing, and she was free.
She saw trees, she saw fog, and most importantly, she saw her sons.
As they ran into her arms, she grinned, tears running down her face.
She was free. Finally free.
