Alex held the camera in his fragile hands, every breath shakier than the last. He crept up to the window, which had dark curtains covering his area of view. He brought one hand to the side of the curtain. He grabbed at the small stitches, running his fingers up and down them for a brief moment. He finally pulled the curtain to the side and perked his head forward, looking onto the porch. There it stood; The Operator. In all it's glory. Alex ran to the door, in fear that it might teleport away.

He burst open the door and ran to The Operator. He grabbed his wrist, even though he had a pounding headache and was ready to pass out or have a seizure; he couldn't tell which one would come first.

The creature turned it's head slowly and glared at him with his lack of eyes. "What are you doing?!" the voice boomed, though the spoken words took place only in Alex's head. He let go of it's wrist and brought his arm back down to his side.

"I want to work for you," Alex choked out as he looked up at the tall figure, determination set on his face.

"Foolish human... I don't need people to work for me. I have my own puppets."

"And I'm willing to be one of those puppets," Alex said firmly. Silence smothered them both for a minute. It seemed as if The Operator was thinking over this.

"Mmm... Very well. I will treat you like I treat the masked and hooded ones, however."

"I'm perfectly okay with that."