The Red-Ribboned Killer

Epilogue

So last time was when Slendy kissed me, right? Now, you might be wondering what happened to us after I regained all my memories. Well, here we go!

The news of my dad trying to kill me was a bit more than I can handle. Mom was worried about me when she found out I regained my memories but I reassured her everything was fine.
Me:(Nope. It's not fine. What should I do?)
Slendy: Please don't do what you did last time, Sophie.
Me: *smiles* I won't! I promise. I'll just be heading out to woods.
Slendy: Please be careful...
Me: For your sake, I'm going to bring this knife with me, okay?
Slendy: Go ahead.
I went back to the forest.
~3 hours later~
Time to be heading back. It's probably...6? 7? Well, it's around that time. I turned around, but noticed there was a scream deeper in the woods. What the?! I ran towards where I heard the scream and found a little girl (well, not THAT little. Just like 1 year younger than me) all covered in scratches, crying. I then stood still for a moment to see who was she scared of. I heard footsteps behind me.
Me: ?! (Time to go where that thing can't find me!)
It was too late though, because out of the bushes was a guy. You know, the type of guy who is wearing one of those shirts that said something while the background is a solid color while wearing jeans. He had bloody fists.
???: Oh, you're not her. But you'll make the perfect substitute! Hahaha!
Oh great. THAT laughter. The laughter when someone goes insane like...This guy is like him. I'm sure of it. Why these kind of imbeciles just go away? Is it okay if I..."Take out the trash?" He grabbed me so hard it was as if he was trying to hug a bear. I grabbed for the knife in my pocket and stabbed him right on his stomach. He dropped me and had an evil glare in his eyes.
Me: Never underestimate your opponent, "trash".
???: You [censored]! You are so going to be dead!
Me: Go on. Try. I DARE YOU.
He lunged at me but at the nick of time, I pulled out my knife and stabbed him really hard on the stomach again. This time, a lot more blood came out. He was still alive, for now.
Me: You know, the world really should get cleaned up from "trash" like you. I think we should start...now!
I stabbed him repeatedly over and over until he finally stopped breathing. I untied my red ribbon from my hair, got one of my sticky-notes(in real-life, I would never go out without sticky-notes), got some of his blood, and wrote "Just taking out trash". I put the ribbon around the sticky-note and left it on his body. The girl was still there, crying. I realized blood were on my shirt so I went to the lake to wash it off. Afterwards, it was night and the girl was still there. I went towards here and held out my hand.
Me: Come with me. Everything's alrig-
???: No it's not! Daddy still out there! Waiting for me...*sobs*
Me: Would you like me to show you where your daddy is? He's not going to harm you, after I sorted him out...
???:What?
Me: Let's just say...I had encounter with some trash a while back. Come on. Let's go. It's much safer if you go with me.
???: Is Daddy...?
Me: I'll fill you in the details much MUCH later. For now, let's go to my house. I'm sure you'll like it there!