In hindsight, we should've predicted something like this. I mean, if the Rake is indeed curious enough to come see what the fuss over Sandra is about, why wouldn't he be curious enough to "leave his mark"?
I knew he was able to get in the house somehow; I saw him in here yesterday. He was just sitting on the couch, looking curiously at Blitz, who was lying on the floor generally not caring that he was being stared at. I said out loud that if he even thought about it I would sit on him. He looked up and tilted his head curiously. Dammit there was so much deja vu from the early days with Slender. Except the Rake actually has a face. Sort of. Up close, his eyes are ginormous. Not really a visible nose, or any lips to indicate a mouth, though I think I saw him drinking some water out by the creek earlier this week.
Anyways, onto the story. And prepare the mistrust cannons, because WOUND'T YA FUCKING KNOW IT, Sandy appears to be immune to the Rake as well.
"Ohmaigod what the hell is up with her why is she immune is she really working with them to kill people is she not human is she the physical embodiement of all things Sue-"
"Hey wait what is there to be immune to?"
Oh Idunno, maybe whatever it is that kept Alex from waking up while his arms were cut all to hell?
If you just paused for a second before muttering "Oshit", you see where this is going.
We all wake up around an hour ago because dammit we still haven't gotten used to horrific screams in the night. We run into Sandra's room.
The Rake is against the far wall looking from his claws to Sandra's arm wondering what the fuck was happening, Slender is next to Sandra trying to pry her wounded arm away from the grip of her other hand so He can examine it while simultaneously shooting invisible daggers at the befuddled Rake, Preston's having a panic attack in his cage, but is unseen due to the blanket draped over it. Blitz is just lying down in the doorway wondering who dares raise hell in his domain.
Sandra now has one deep, but relatively small gash across her right arm. And is pissed beyond all reason, calling Mr. Rake everything but a good ol' boy and threatening the shoving of very many large items up very many small holes.
He's sitting in the living room now. Still looks confused. If it wasn't for the annoyance he caused, his look of pure befuddlement would be funny as hell.