About a week ago, I took down a story which I previously thought would be a great one. Unfortunately, my hopes were higher than expected and I had to take it down.

But then, I realized that even if that story is down, that doesn't mean I can't re-create the ideas that were good. So here's my first chapter of the newly improved idea I previously had.

I like to thank TeamAlphaQ for helping me out. We also made a similar story for this type of genre, go check it out.

With that said, enjoy.

More Off Than Usual

"Uh huh, mmhm, oh..."

Spectra had been patiently waiting for the doctor final answer for the past hour. The doctor kept nodding at the paper results and letting out an interjection occasionally.

Spectra spent the time either rubbing her hands together in an attempt to not let the sheer desperation she felt show on her face or peeking to her right just so she could keep herself collected and pretend that everything would be fine.

Sitting next to her was Miles, but he didn't seem to be himself. To be honest, he seemed more brain dead than usual. Instead of being hyperactive, he seemed as inactive as a vegetable. If a few drops of saliva hadn't been dripping from the corner of his lips, Spectra would have sworn that he was dead.

"Okay." As the doctor finally let out a real word, Spectra immediately locked her eyes with his. "It is seemed that your friend here suffers from something we like to call…" He looked at his papers again before replying. "A fourth impact syndrome."

Her eyes suddenly widened as her jaw dropped. It was only then that she realized that she had no idea of what it meant. "And that means...?"

The doctor simply shrugged. "It's impossible to define. Your friend here should've died two brain impacts ago."

She looked at Miles again before replying. "Yeah, he's kind of a fast healer. Is there something you can do?"

"It's hard to say…" He tapped his chin and thought about it carefully. "The normal patients I usually get are much simpler to diagnose and their problems are much more common. Torn limbs, stolen organs, broken bones, organ flushing out of their bodies, alcohol poisoning." He fixed Spectra with a glare at the last word.

"Yeah, she kind of does that a lot," Spectra grumbled as she remembered all those times she had to drag Jane in and out of the hospital.

"Nonetheless, you're the first to bring such an odd phenomenon." He looked over at Miles once more just in time to see his brain dead patient topple over and smack the table in front of him. Unable to help his curiosity, the doctor asked, "What happened exactly?"

Spectra felt a shiver running down on her spine from the mere mentioning the accident.

"Miles you need to stop! Everything's going to be okay!"

"NO! He's gonna come! Tom Six is gonna come! We're all gonna be turned into a massive long centipede!"

"Miles, nothing's gonna happen."

"Get your hands off of me! No, stop! Don't turn me into a human centipede! DON'T TURN ME INTO A CENTIPEDE!"

Suppressing her internal shivers, Spectra quelled the memory. It had taken a lot of muscles just to pin him down. Now knocking him out was the tricky part. "Trust me, you really don't want to know."

The doctor raised his hands and backed away. "Suit yourself. But I really do recommend you leave his brain here so I can do some repairs."

Spectra raised a confused eyebrow. "Wait, is that possible?"

"I dunno. Can you walk through walls?" He asked in a smart-assed tone.

Spectra groaned at his tone. "Alright I get, you're a smart-ass."

"And in the meantime, I suggest you use someone else's brain just to take the weight of caring for him off your shoulders." He got up from his seat and opened his closet.

As he was taking his time searching, Spectra couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. She pulled Miles back to his seat and looked at him. What if something goes wrong? She looked over the doctor again. "Are you sure that this safe?"

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

"You told me last week that you don't have a degree."

"Sorry, did I say professional?" He found what he was looking for and took his seat. "I meant to say, the only decent doctor in the under realm."

Once again, Spectra groaned loudly. She turned to Miles again with concern. "I'm not really sure. Shouldn't I need to discuss this with him somehow? It is his body after all."

"Well if you're interested, we do have one of those machines from 'Inception' where they enter others people's dreams." The doctor joyfully replied with hope in his eyes.

Before she could give away her final answer, Spectra really needed to think about her decision. As she was in her own thoughts, she could swear she was hearing mumbles. Confusion sprang up. Only Miles had voices in his head...

"... om… ix..."

Her eyes suddenly snapped wide open, as she quickly looked at Miles. She carefully fixed his head, not wanting to mess with the blood soaked bandages. She leaned her ear next to his mouth and listened carefully. After a few more mumbles, she still couldn't make a word out of it. That wasn't until her eyes widened.

"Tom Six. Tom Six! TOM SIX!" Miles suddenly started panicking. Nevertheless, before he could jump off his seat and hurt himself more, Spectra realized that there was only one thing to do. Delivering a hard punch to his face, she knocked him out.

Spectra slowly backed away from what she just did. She shakily turned her head to the doctor, who didn't seem to be affected by the act she just had committed. Someone like him must be seeing many things similar to it, or even worse. "Does this count as an impact?" She asked in a nervous tone.

"Yes."

And there she had it. Her mind was made up. "Sold. What have you got for me?" She defeatedly asked as she took her seat.

"Excellent!" He announced with a glee and opened his record book. "Now I took it upon myself to make a record of all possible brains he could borrow and I came up with a variety of choices. Since he's a cannibal, I recommend taking the brain of Jeffrey Dahmer."

"Jeffrey Dahmer? No thank you. He was homosexual, and Miles has this weird 'non-homosexual' relationship with another friend of his. It's gonna be disastrous." Spectra explained while imagining Miles and Toby getting together. Until, Miles decides to butcher him and perform necrophilic acts with his dead body. Shuddering, she stopped her train of thought.

The doctor crossed off the name and went to the next one. "What about Ted Bundy? He was really handsome and intelligent. I'm sure he can show a good time."

"If by a good time you mean necrophilia and raping, I'll pass." She replied with an annoying tone.

The doctor sighed and checked the next name. "What about Ed Gein? Texas chainsaw, Psycho, and Silence of The lambs. I think it's a winning deal." The doctored hoped that he could satisfy her with this one, as his excitement toned down into a forced smile.

"Yeah, and you forgot about how he used to skin other women and wear it for himself. Seriously, was gender transition not known back then? Plus, we already have a movie rip off, along with a video game rip-off."

The doctor let out a loud groan as he quickly began losing his patience. "John Wayne Gacy?"

"Child molester."

"David Berkowitz?"

"He was taking orders from his neighbor's dog."

"Look I don't know what you want from me. These are serial killers, not town hall volunteers. What do you want me to do?!" He desperately asked as he slammed his head on the desk to cover up his moans.

Spectra covered her head and tried really hard to think of a decent solution. It took her a while to think of something and she finally figured out something. "I've got an idea." She got up from her seat and walked towards one of the more empty walls. Creating a small cut on her wrist, just enough to let some blood to pour out. She allowed the blood to sock her hand before drawing on the wall the circle and the 'X'. Once that happened, the blood opened up a portal, which she entered.

The doctor breathed in and out a few times to calm himself down, but that wasn't enough. He took out his hip flask from his coat and took a few sips. As the spicy taste of whiskey coated his throat, the doctor couldn't help but think it's going to be one of those days.

At last, Spectra reopened another portal from her own side and stepped into the doctor's office. She walked towards his desk and put the fresh brain on it. She took her seat again and used a few tissues to wipe the blood off her hands.

As he intently studied the brain, the doctor couldn't help himself but ask, "Where did you get this?"

"Doesn't matter. Can you do the operation?" She asked determinately.

The doctor shrugged it off and replied, "Can't argue with the customer. You can wait in the hall and your friend will be done after two hours or so." He picked up the phone "I need some help here with a body." He noticed Miles' sudden soft and slow movement "Also, bring anesthesia, a lot of anesthesia."

"That's it Miles, easy and steady." Spectra took him systematically so no further harm could be done to him. She purposely decided to walk him out of the under realm through the wells instead of traveling with the blood. Some muscle stretch would help him along with the fresh air.

"If you're going to do something, do it well. And leave something witchy." Miles suddenly said from out of the blue.

Spectra only rolled her eyes. She had been listening to him under the influence of the serial killer's brain ever since they left hospital. "Sure Miles whatever you say. Just be sure you don't harm yourself anymore, or at least not until the doctor fixes your brain."

"Pain's not bad, it's good. It teaches you things. I understand that." Miles informed her solemnly. He removed his hand from her shoulder and straightened himself out. "The real strong have no need to prove it to the phonies."

Spectra sighed in defeat "Miles, the doctor advised me, if you kept on your current attitude, I should muzzle you up. And I really don't want to do that."

"Total paranoia is just total awareness." He began removing the bandages from his head, revealing his fresh bald head and a few stitched up scars.

She took upon herself to cover his head with his hoodie. "At least, cover up your head. I really want to avoid the awkward conversations."

"Now I am too beautiful to be set free."

At this point, she was willing to ignore his weird comments until they reached the mansion, however this was easier said than it's done. Throughout their trip, Miles was not able to shut up. Every time he'd open his mouth, he'd quote Shakespeare on her or in this case the Shakespeare from hell. Between the lines, Spectra would wonder which Miles was worse, definitely the new one. At least the old one was entertaining and knew how to make her laugh, even at his worst jokes or puns. However, this one was muttering nothing but nonsense. Add the insanity of the serial killer and Miles unlimited energy, and you'd have a walking death machine of words.

At last she finally arrived at the mansion. Everything was already planned. She just needed to keep a sharp eye on him and keep away from anything that would trigger the serial killer's instinct. The doctor said the brain with be fixed in a few days. Seems simple enough.

She was standing in front of the door of the mansion. She looked at Miles one last time before taking a deep breath and opening the front door. Once the door was opened, she expected the surroundings being either ear piercing or completely demolished. She didn't know if everyone suddenly disappeared or it was just her lucky day. She didn't care and wasted no time dragging Miles upstairs. It was odd though, seeing how for the first time the house was empty, she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't the creeps.

It wasn't until she reached their room door when suddenly one of the other doors opened. Spectra heart skipped as she turned her head to find Jane staring at her.

"Where were you!? I've been trying to contact you for the past hours." Jane wondered at loud.

Spectra left the doorknob and replied, "Oh you know, helping Miles with his multiple brain concussion, after what Jeff did!" She purposely raised her tone at the final words just so she could remind her.

Jane tone quickly dropped to a guilty low one, "I know. But he did apologize…"

Spectra cut her off and went on "I specifically told him not to watch that movie with Miles."

"I know you did, but…"

"And not just the first one, but the entire trilogy!"

"Spectra you're kind of making a scene here." Jane tried to tell but Spectra only replied by stepping closer and pointing her finger at her.

"Did you know that he hit himself with a hammer for five minutes nonstopping." She venomously hissed at her. "And later, he washed his eyes with acid. Have you even touched acid before?"

Jane gave her an annoyed sigh and steadied her up. "Look Spectra, I'm getting tired of this. I apologized and so did Jeff, alright. You can either accept it or hold a grudge on me, your choice."

Spectra tried to object back but decided otherwise "Fine. But that still doesn't mean I'm forgiving you so easily."

"I know what you mean." Jane nodded to her and let her go.

Spectra sighed in a few times and calmed down. "So where the hell is everybody?" She tried to change the subject but without looking at her.

"Oh, it's that time of the year again. Where we leave the mansion and spend a week in the camp."

And from those words, Spectra's blood turned cold. "What camp?" She asked in a panicked tone hoping that Jane didn't mean what she thought she meant.

"You know the one with Hookman and Chainsaw Charlie."

Oh no. She leaned closer and made sure Miles wasn't listening. "You mean the Helter Skelter?" She whispered just enough so Miles couldn't hear it.

"The one and the only" Jane answered but slowly noticed the panic in her eyes. "Why, is there something wrong?"

"No! Why do you ask?!" She said between her gasps.

"Because you seem like you're about to have a heart attack," Jane replied, all worried and confused.

"What, no. I'm just, you know anxious about it. That's all." She replied after she managed to get a hold of herself. "Do you really think that is all a good idea? I mean it's really not that interesting, with no electricity, or any decent showers, not to mention the other proxies. Plus the owners are really not that fun. Charlie is still in his straitjacket and waves his chainsaw around everything like a maniac. And Hook is just a sad sack. All he does is talk about his wife sleeping with other men".

"Not true. He also has some great stories about his prostate cancer," a third voice suddenly broke in.

Oh, come on. Spectra turned around to see Toby leaning his head from his room. "Hey Miles! Great to see you back." He walked beside him and wrapped one of his arms around his neck. "I'm so glad that you're all that crazy anymore."

"Please be careful." Spectra tried to warn without dropping any hints.

"You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody's crazy" Miles broke one of his quotes and took everyone by storm.

Toby broke his grip and stepped back. "Whoa, where did that come from?" She couldn't tell if he was impressed or on to her.

"Yeah, that totally doesn't sound like you Miles." Jane wondered as she was also getting suspicious.

"On second thought, the camp sounds like a wonderful idea." Spectra quickly zipped past her and grabbed Miles once again. "I'll see both of you downstairs." With that, she opened her door and pushed Miles in, closing it after him.

Slenderman's office had some of the most unique, old fashion collectibles. If there was, one thing that would calm the Slenderman down was admiring his collections. Even right now, Slenderman was enjoying recreating one of the classic 'ship in a bottle' models. He was carefully putting the last touches on his most recent treasures.

Suddenly a knock on his office door was heard. Now for some normal, this would've caused a massive panic resulting in the demolish of the model. Nevertheless, Slenderman was a psychic and easily knew about the action before it happened. "Come in," he calmly called.

Spectra entered the office all nervous and shy. She was about to speak her problems before noticing him working and focusing. She decided to wait until he was done before speaking.

"No please, do continue," Slenderman assured her without breaking his concentration.

She took a deep breath and gathered enough courage before issuing her plea. "Sir, you do know that today we have a… Rather traditional ceremony." Always start slow and steady.

"Ah yes, the Helter…"

"I would rather not hear the name if that's okay with you." She cut in, but in a respectful manner.

"Duly noted."

"You see, Miles and I have this… Issue. I was wondering if you could help?" she informed him. Step by step.

"Of course. What kind of Master would I be, if I did not aid my own Proxies?" Using the small stick he was carrying, he carefully adjusted the ship's sails as he was about to finish his new collectible.

"So my request is this. Is there any chance you might be able… To… Postpone it?"

At those final words, the tentacles that were carefully gripping the bottle suddenly tightened considerably, causing the bottle to shatter into pieces. "My deepest apology, would you mind repeating your question?" He calmly required.

Spectra swallowed hard and was suddenly frightened to the last bit of hair she had. "I was wondering if you could cancel…"

"DENIED!" Slenderman shouted in a tone that almost shook the entire mansion. "There is only one week in an entire year where you lunatics do not jump on my head! It is the only time in my life where I find peace!" His voice was still a yell but in a lower tone than before.

"I know sir, but you don't understand..." No matter how brave she was, she couldn't finish her sentence as Slenderman placed his voice higher than hers.

"You do not understand. The only thing that stops me from rending each and every single one of you limb from limb is my duties. I always keep my tolerance as high as possible so I can deal with whatever you and everyone else in this mansion do. I am a living being as much as you are, do I not also deserve some peace and quiet?"

Spectra hang her head low and was shattered from what she was hearing. "Of course sir, I'm sorry to bother you." She replied in a shaky tone.

Slenderman immediately got back to his senses and quickly tried to fix his faults. He sighed and replied in a much calmer and an apologetic tone, "I am deeply sorry for raising my voice, it was a highly unprofessional thing for me to do. Please accept my humble apologies."

Spectra let out the breath she had been holding in relief. At least he wasn't mad at her. "As always sir."

"But you are still going. You, Miles, and the rest." He promptly informed her before taking his seat again.

"Yes sir." And with that, she exited the office.

Spectra fixed the big headphones on Miles head and made sure they were sealed perfectly. Jane shot her a strange look but she ignored her. Let Jane think what she wanted, it was Spectra's job to make sure Miles'...Issue didn't mean disaster.

Currently they were rumbling along an empty old road, baking in a bus that had seen better decades. The other proxies seemed to enjoying the ride. Up in the front, Toby was poking Masky repetitively while Hoodie dozed against the window. Jeff was arguing with BEN loudly and Sally watched them much like one would watch a tennis match. In an attempt to silence her boyfriend, Jane turned her attention away from Spectra and threw something at his head.

Clockwork and Jessica looked up from their conversation to laugh at Jeff's angry curses. Eyes blazing, Jeff threw the object back at Jane, missed and hit Nikolai instead. The Russian's only response was to turn the page of the book he was reading.

From the back of the bus, Angel, who had been talking to Painter peacefully, looked up and shouted something foul at Jessica. Furious, the German turned around and flipped Angel off, much to Zero's mirth. From beside her, Puppet grabbed an old piece of paper from the floor of the bus and, after crumpling it up threw it at the back of Kagekao's head.

After carefully picking it up with his claws, he muttered something into Sadie's ear in Japanese. Grinning evilly, Sadie focused on the piece of paper, lifted it into the air telekinetically and slung it at Jeff thus starting the whole process over again.

To be perfectly honest, Spectra wished they would all shut up.

"Alright everyone can get your attention?" Masky suddenly announced to the gathered Proxies. "Now before we could reach the camp, I really would like to go over a few things to clear the air," he began as he made sure everyone was paying attention. "Now as you may already know, The Helter Skelter…"

Spectra quickly shot Miles a look with total fear in her eyes, but quickly sighed in relief. He was still completely distracted and deafened from the loud music that was rocking his ears.

"Holds a lot of… Unusual memories. For example, Nikolai…" He fixed Nikolai with a nod. "You really need to work your anger management."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Nikolai deadpanned.

"I'm talking about your inner soldier. Not everything happens there needs to be taken seriously," Masky reminded him. "We're there to have a relaxing and fun week, not breaking bones or spying on the other proxies. This is not a war zone, so take it easy."

"Can't promise not to kill shit. But I'll be more silent and deadly while I do it," Nikolai assured him in a coldly serious tone.

"Next we have another similar problem, and I'm not going to be naming names, Jessica and Angel." He quickly glared at them to be sure he had their attention. "Jessica, you really need to stop picking bloody feuds with Angel and visa versa."

Jessica turned and gritted her sharp teeth at her rival while Angel merely drew her finger across her neck with a snarl. Turning back to Masky, Jessica asked, "When have we actually caused real damage?"

"Last year, when you almost buried Angel alive with rocks. I think that would be a great example." Masky's pointed glare bore a hole in Jessica's forehead.

Jessica threw her hands in the air. "Not my fault, the bitch was asking for it."

"I'm right here you cunt!" Angel shot at her with a growl.

Bloody painter desperately held his girlfriend back to avoid the coming fight. "Angel, please don't," He pleaded. "Do you really need to be doing this again? You promised not to make a scene after last time."

Jessica looked back and calmly replied, "Raise your voice a little more, maybe you'll succeed in making that scene you want so badly. Bring your boyfriend as well, maybe I'll show him a better time than you could've possibly dreamed of."

"You want to go Nazi! Right here, right now!" Angel pushed her limbs away from Painter's grip and stepped forward. "Or do you need to get permission from Dolph Lundgren there?"

"Please don't drag me into this," Nikolai calmly asked without taking his attention off his book or showing any interest in the matter.

In response to Angel's challenge, Jessica cracked her neck sideways and got off her seat. "If you insist, and I can guarantee that this time they won't find your body."

However, before they could start bloodshed like everyone hoped for, Masky commanded them to stop. "Enough! You two need to settle down, at least just for this week. Then you can return to your lover's quarrel after that. So until we're done for the week, you two will keep your murder boners in your pants."

"I will if the Nazi does," Angel growled before taking her seat once more.

"Come on Blondie, make me." Jessica snorted before sitting down as well.

With a sigh of long suffering, Masky continued. "Now to my last issue. If a sign says 'Don't enter, restricted area' Then you turn around. You do not sneak up in the middle of the night just to have sex there. I won't call anyone out in particular, you already know who you are."

"We all know. It's Jeff and Jane." BEN called with a laugh.

Sally slapped him hard upside the head.

"Since that's all out of the way, I'm sure that you're all will behave well and in return, I promise to put in a good word for the lot of you with the Masters." He guaranteed them with an honest tone.

"Whatever, Slenderman is probably moping in the living room watching Pretty Little Liars," Sally muttered, with a knowing look on her face.

"How do you know that?" BEN wondered.

Sally glanced around and a look of puzzlement crossed her face. "There was supposed to be a cut away scene showing how miserable he is. Huh, the author must've cut it out last second…Typical."

Concerned, BEN touched her forearm. "Is that flu still hanging around or something?" Putting a hand to her forehead he muttered, "You don't feel warm."

Why do we need to make BEN look like a pervert again? Oh, right. She reminded herself. However, something is quite not right. "Is it just me, or Miles hasn't said a word since we left?" Sally wondered aloud.

Spectra's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Yeah, you'd think that by now he would've cracked a joke or two." Jeff agreed from his seat. "Something up Miles?"

Now that everyone was caught up, Masky turned his attention towards the odd couple. Spectra seemed really nervous while Miles just calmly covered his head with his hoodie. But then, "Wait… Are those headphones?" Masky questioned after noticing them. "Spectra, you're supposed to be the smarter one and tell him that electronics are banned around the camp, or at least inform me prior."

Instead of freaking out, Spectra simply looked at him and replied in a calm tone "Yes banned, as in forbidden. You know what else is forbidden…"

"Okay, Okay! He can keep them!" Masky quickly stopped her before she said another word.

Spectra laid back and sighed with a smirk.

"Wait! She gets a free pass because she's blackmailing you?" BEN shouted from his own seat. "I begged you to allow me to take my DS, and you refused. What kind of Proxy are you?!"

Spectra raised an eyebrow and turned to face BEN "You're right. Blackmailing is wrong and low. Kind of like sexual harassment. Remember the time when you…"

"STOP!" He quickly yelled at the top of his lungs.

The other proxies in the back of the bus were confused and terrified at the same time.

"How does she do that?" Zero leaned forward and whispered to Clockwork.

Clockwork got the chills running down on her spine. She made sure that Spectra wasn't listening before whispering back, "She has something on everyone in the mansion, some say even the big boss. She doesn't like it when the other Proxies mess with her boyfriend, so she gathers information on them. And a week ago, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Nobody dares to cross her these days because everyone's afraid she'll spill their secrets."

"And if you want to keep your secret safe, you'll shut the hell up." Suddenly Spectra called out from her own seat. She turned around just so they could see how serious she was. "The same goes to you 'Mr. Pink'." She eyed Zero at the last word.

Clockwork raised an eyebrow as her usually pale friend turned bright red. "What is she talking about?"

Zero slowly took back her seat and fearfully muttered, "I rather not discuss it."

Instead of questioning any further, Clockwork chuckled. "Welcome to the club sister."

Well, that was the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.

So, now that Miles has the brain of a serial killer in his skull, can you guess who does it belong to? I'll leave small clue throughout the story, hope you can solve it?