If there was ever anyone I should thank with saving of my life, it would be a man who lost his eyes. Yes, his eyes, on that awful and chilly night of November, were gouged out with a knife. They all knew that they should stay away from each other, and if their paths should cross they were to be polite and apologetic. It was common courtesy to leave your fellow Creepypastas alone. Except for two brothers, both spawned on this earth without a face to call their own. Slender was the older of the two, being classy and reserved at all times. He wore a black suit and a red tie, spending his time abducting humans who laid eyes upon his. His younger brother never understood why he did this, assuming it was caused by something that happened much before his time. Jack spawned very young, in his late teens about. The first thing he saw was his brother, Slender, standing over him with his unending blank expression. Some people wondered if they really were brothers, but they both showed disinterest in questioning it.

Jack learned everything he knew from Slender. He learned how to cut organs out of humans, and make them unfindable. Jack truly loved his brother. One night, Jack went on a walk by himself. Slender was resting on the couch in the house they had taken over.

"Jack, you're going out for the night?" Slender asked,

"Yes, I was planning on taking a stroll, maybe get something to eat. Is that alright?"

Slender took a moment before answering, "Yes, as long as you stay safe."

Jack was surprised, "What? Really? I can go by myself?"

"Jack, nothing out there is more of a nightmare than you. You'll be safe. Just stay away from the warehouse."

"What is in the warehouse?"

"Did I tell you that there are are others like us, feared by humans and questioned about our existence?"

"Yes."

"Well, there's a man named Jeff who lives in that warehouse, and all who enter are subject to his whim. They will all go to sleep and you will NOT be one of them."

"Alright, brother. Thank you for the warning."

Surprisingly, Slender rose from his comfortable seat and hugged Jack tightly.

"Don't be stupid."

Jack went silent, and held his brother back for a few moments. Slender pulled back then, back to his normal reserved self, and he returned to his seat. Jack headed towards the door and opened it, stopping himself and saying, "I love you."

Slender simply said back, while staring off into nothing, "I love you, too, Jack."

...

The night was just beginning, the sun just falling below the horizon, stars just began to ink themselves into the sky. Moon, delicately coated in a glistening light, was already waiting for me in the sky. Everything surrounding me was covered in shadow, a simple silhouette against the sky. Do I ever remember something like this happening? A rise of beauty all around me and I just walk so casually inside of it. Maybe this should be made special, but I'm not quite sure how to begin. Part of me wants to let the notes fluttering in my head out of my mouth, another part wants to let all the feeling lightning from my feet to the ground in rhythmical motions. Slender told me this was called dancing, and in the country we live in it was called 'expressing yourself'. How would I express myself? I'm just a horror lost in this world, nobody but my brother wants me here. And maybe he's all I really need., I mean, I've never really had a true heartbeat, something that would make me lively and interesting. Something for my friends to relate to, something for a love to hold onto. It's alright then... it's alright.

Slowly, I entered the small town of Ruveberry, population only a couple thousand. These people knew each other, they had seen the same faces day after day, accustomed to those faces. Really, you didn't have to know a person to be accustomed to having them around, wanting them around you. You can miss a total stranger in these woods. Would anybody ever get accustomed to seeing my face everyday? I mean, I barely have a face, but it's still mine, it's still what I have to wear as a mask to myself. Although I may share this with my brother, we are different... people? What do I even call myself?

Jack, I call myself Jack. Humans have last names, or surnames. Should I have a surname? I would gladly adopt a last name, something I can share with my brother other than my face. Although most of the time people get their surnames from their heritage, and since I was just spawned on this earth from some unknown force I don't really have a clue where I could begin in naming myself. Maybe I'll just pick my favorite place and take a surname from that. Jack Thompson. Jack Johansson. Jack Azikiwe. Jack Satoshi.

There are so many names...

As I walked I passed a couple of teenagers, barely paying attention to the world around them, holding hands and snuggling while walking. They couldn't see my face because of my black hoodie with jeans and black running shoes. I watched as they showed such playfulness unhumbly in front of everything around them. Would I ever get to do that? Let go of my barely beating heart, give it away, in return for feelings that I cannot describe?

Do I want to?

How could I when I'm just a faceless freak?

I never knew I could bring myself down so bad with things that were so real I couldn't fight myself. Maybe that's all true. If I had eyes I'd cry, but all I can do is allow that internal shutter of pure sadness as I walk.

More people, a few teens laughing together. One was tall with a long face, blue eyes, spiked dark hair, and was pale. He was the tallest of the short group and was dressed quite flamboyantly. Next to him was a short pale girl with long wavy black hair and green eyes circled by thick black eye-liner. Clearly she was what my brother called "emo". Then there was a girl that caught my eye.

She was average height, pale as the moon and curvy. Not very curvy, though, she seemed like she had a weight problem. She had pixie cut blonde hair and blue eyes barely touched by any sort of make-up. Her face had a strong but innocent look to it, her cheek bones sticking out defiantly. Her laugh was my favorite, melodic like a sweet tune sung by a man in love.

I stared, I didn't even care. They saw me looking and the boy said in a very "gay" voice, "Hey, boo, how you doin?"

I nodded and did a thumbs up, knowing that the humans communicated through the mouth, unlike my brother and I who communicated by mind. He laughed and said, "So, you wanna join us? We're going on a total spook run. It's gonna be fun. Besides, Katherine Caitlin Jones, doesn't have a date for the night."

The blonde girl blushed and said, "Chris, you don't have to tell everybody my whole name."

He rolled his eyes and laughed, "Fine, fine. I'm Chris Alexander Baines. And this is Rosemary Shay Shane-Daueson."

The girl with black hair smiled and waved. I thought about how to reply, then I remembered that Slender taught me sign language in case I had to coax a human into some dark place.

'My name is Jack.' I signed.