Either you believe my story, or the next one you read. You mostly came cross this story looking for a horror story, and a good bed time fright to help you have happy little nightmares in your bed did you not. Well, either way you are now stuck reading this boring story, that is about to be told to you, then again it might be my last chance. This might be the last time I ever get to tell the truth, or help them be remembered. All for that one, all because within time I learned that anything, no matter what fucked up creature it may be, or was once human. They feel like we do..no let me restate that, we feel like you feel, we might bleed different color blood, but we still bleed. You sick humans...however, who am I to say that I am like them, or even like you. In order for you to understand I have to take you back to when I was never suppose to be born...

The year was 2067, now mostly everything ran by pure thinking, wanting something to drink, all you had to do was think of it, and out would come a glass, and if water is what you wanted. Before you could blink there was the fresh water you had just thought of getting, pretty neat right. That was how the high life lived their happily go lucky lives, they spent days without worry, and let their over the top pricey homes over look the old buildings, that us poor fork, or second mistakes as they properly called us lived in. Being known as a second mistake was not the kind of life you, wanted to be born into. Believe me when I say hell would be a better place then this. My mom well she was a alright mom, she made sure I always had what I needed, and kept me in check when I got out of line as she called it. My first early memories of her and I being just the two of us, was nice and love ling memories I still love to think back on. The days were always endless for her and I, we would go swimming, to the park, and every Sunday go for ice cream, that was until the day my mom met him, that fucking basted if I knew then what I know now. I would have just killed him on the spot, and would have been able to do without, the higher ups getting pissed off since I would have just then found out. Mom was happy with him,and he treated me well, even as if I was his own child. Which in some ways he never did mistreat me, in fact I was his perfect angel he told people. Things slowly started to change for us all, mom got ill of a cancer something you think would be easy to cure with a wave of a hand, however, in mom's case was it was some type of cancer that was unknown, as if it came out of no where. For days my mom's husband spared no waste in making sure mother had the best doctors and best care in the world, it was not enough she died three months before I turned 14 years old, her husband my step-father acted like he gave a damn, he made my mother's death into something he could gain. Here he was the widow to now his dead wife, and now was going to raise her daughter as his own. Should be a happy ending, so fucking wrong so very fucking wrong. That is when the Gates of hell opened wide for me, my step father, kept me close extra close to wear when I got older I had no friends, and little to zero content with the outside world, like I wanted to go out into that high rich, lying world. A year to the date of my mother's death, I found myself walking down the halls of my home, passing my step-father's room. I could over hear him talking, and someone else, sounded like a man. Peeking inside the door crack to my step-father room, I saw him talking, and a man the same height as him talk as well.

"What do you plan on doing with her, once they have waken in her? Are you 100% sure, that she is in fact a pure one?" The man asked my step father, my step father only smirked at the man, and then leaned back into his desk chair. " Of course, she is a pure one, her own mother told me that, she is different. When that little girl in the other room gets pissed, that is when wonderful things happen." My father spoke, as I hold my hands over my mouth, since the little one he was talking about was me. I knew I was different, but mother always kept it a secret it was our secret, about the silver looking string that could shoot from my back when i became sad, or felt scared, or even mad. Listening more, the other man sat down too, and sighed heavily.

"Born of a human woman, and one of them as the father, so means The Observer did not get everything written down in that book of his." Said the male to my father who was now standing in front of a mirror. "That little four eyed freak, and the rest of his so called help, was easy to find once HE was out of the way. Then again hard to be strong, when people less fear you, or even remember you right. Who would have thought it was fear that kept them going, and once no one believe in you, makes you weak." My father said, as the man who was in his room, laughed and then looked my dad over. "You just got lucky, when you found that woman, and her young one." Said the man. My father turned to him, and that is when I saw it, My step dad had red eyes, and his skin started to turn black before my eyes, then I saw one eye after another open up wide on his body. Backing a way in horror, I bite my lip in order to keep from letting out a noise.

"So what are your plans for the little brat, since her mother is dead, and well Boss your color is fading." He spoke, and that thing who I called dad, looked back at himself, and hissed deeply. "Fuck! I thought I had enough of that human's heart to last until the brat became of age. As for the brat make her mine, what else. No one knows what she is, and no one even knows she is like me. To think the only two like our kind left..such a sad fate if you think about it, but now if my seed can rest within her when the time is right. No longer have to worry about humans going crazy, or HE finding them, and taking them in, teaching them. He lost his touch, oh well to bad no one remembers him, and their greed, and lust makes me feel alive. Fear he lived by, but when you live on some of the deadly sins, it makes living in this human world so much more enjoyable. Once 18 years of age hit, that pure blood and her blood will be mine. Then SlenderMan and his proxies along with his friends will not stop me." He spoke, as I blinked, and froze at the sight before my eyes. Quickly, and quietly moving away from the door, I get to my feet, and make a break for it back into my room.

"My mother...and me...pure...bloods...SlenderMan...who is this SlenderMan...why...proxies...friends..."I found myself repeating those same words, as if I have always known them, or maybe somewhere in my life I had once heard those words, that name before. Tears fell from my eyes that night, it had been the first time I cried in over a year since my mother's death, that is when the only thing in the world that bought me comforter, it was no stuff bear, or a little gift from my mother, it was a gift from my real father so my mother would tell me. Silver like threads that glew shot from my back, and each corner of the room, they attached to something, and then lifting me off my feet, they started to rock me, and they even hummed softly just for me. Yes, my other self as I called it they came from my back, and my eyes start to feel heavy as the rocking and the soft, yet creepy rhythm started to put me to sleep. The melody was always haunting, but to me it was like someone was holding me close, and was keeping me safe.

"m body dark and my eyes hunger of gold. in my eyes no one is alone..." I always feel asleep at the end of the song, that my strings seem to play for me. Another thing that my other half as I called it seemed to do, is know when I am in trouble, since that night I knew I would be. As I laid dead asleep within the middle of the nest my strings had made, they started to unattached themselves from the walls, and become harden they formed into what was like to large ribbon ends, but they were hard, and moved on their own, Making a barrier they slowly slipped me out of the window, and down the right side of the house. Knowing that this home was no longer safe for me, they carried me away into the dark cold night.

I was 15 then, and now I'm happy to say I have lived so far to see the age of 19 years old. My so called ribbons as I call them now, or my girls depending on my mood. We..I mean I never stay in one place for long, anytime danger is near they just simply pick me up, and carry me away to some place they think is safe for me, until the next danger. To be honest, I'm sick of moving and have learned to control them some. Just not when they get angry, then something inside me like this pure, dark feeling takes over, and bad things happen. Like six months ago, I had gotten use to traveling alone, and letting my ribbons take care of endless means, until my step father was able to find where I had been hiding, and it was not really the best day for me to begin with. I had been staying inside this crypt during the day, I figured the less I showed my face the better I would be to travel at night, when I cam out of the crypt I saw two black cars, and four men step out. I sighed heavily knewing this would end either in two ways, I would get badly hurt, and be taken away by the ribbons, or the ribbons would do their favorite thing in this world which was blood and killing those who sought me harm.

"Tundra, you need to come home your father is worried about you."Spoke one of them to me, I just sightly turn my gaze to him, and then smirk a little. "Oh daddy is worried for me, tell him I am fine, and thanks for checking up on me."I stated, and went to go on my way, until one stood in front of me. "I forgot, the demon ass speed some of you fuckers have." I spoke ,and looked around to see the other three circle around me. "This is why I always hated to to be the center of attention." I spoke mostly to myself, since I knew they truly did not give a damn. Feeling that burn once again, like my back was slowly going to rip open, that is when the strings started to slowly come out one by one. Feeling them travel down my back, then over my bottom, slowly making their way to the cold ground. My eyes became silver, as one of the men noticed it. "Her eyes have turned now!" He shouted. The other three stepped back knowing that my strings could be anywhere at this point.

"You can run, and leave now, Please I beg of you four, just get lost." I shouted trying to plead with my body no more fighting, but they would not listen in it's mind these four bad a mistake on treating me this way. The first man started to shoot at me, only for my strings to shot from the ground and make a barrier to block the gun fire instead of them changing into the two ribbons I knew they stayed the 1,000 pieces like they did when it came to it. The same man found himself, in a lot of pain, when it felt like something was inside of him, my strings had made their way up into his legs crushing, and going into his own blood veins to stop the flow of blood, which if you have ever seen with your own eyes, it is pain pure pain to have something so small go into, and just climb up to the point of what they want. Next thing they knew, blood came from the man's ears, and nose along with his mouth and eyes. As the strings made their through out every exit in his body they could, once they had him fully in twinned they tighten the pressure on him, then the man was cut into small piece that fell one by one, until my strings had cute all the way through. The only other human there was throwing up, from what he seen. Which made it clear to me the other men were the demons, and these two were humans. The human took off, and starts to run for his life, but he did not make it, for the strings once again at attached themselves to him,and did the same trick, as they did once before. Until nothing but small like cube pieces of the man was left, turning my head to the two male demons, I knew my step dad sent, they both just looked at me with no fear. The 1,000 strings that where from my back bundle into now two pieces that was now made up of 500 strings within each, then again forming into the ribbon likeness it gave off, it glew sliver with the blood from the two dead human's on them. I looked to my left, then slowly to my right, as I felt each string drink up the blood that was on them, it felt so good, I could not deny that one even if I wanted too. A sick pleasure came on my face, and my sliver glowing eyes, dart to the men, the voice that only I could hear spoke threw me, as the ribbons at taken over once more.

"So boys, Zaglo wants me does he? Tell him to go fuck himself, and that these two human males he most likely sent to be a feed for me, will not win over Tundra's heart. May I remember you that is she pure. Now, we can do this the easy way, which means me letting you walk out of here." I spoke, and walked over to one of the dead bodies the ribbons at killed, picking up a cube piece of human, I open up my hand and smile a wick grin, before I pop it into my mouth. Swallow without thinking. One of the demons eye's widen and swallowed very hard. "Just making it clear that I am talking through Tundra's body here You know that thing she calls Ribbons, that is me. Oh yes, the hard way is you both die here, well one of you, the other one shall be the messenger boy. So how shall it be?" I asked, giving them a sweet, yet sicking smile. The demon who seemed to be a afraid of me not realizing a human girl he was sent after would do that, that is when he went running as well. I was about to send one of my ribbons on him, when I felt something silver to my head. Looking straight in front of me, was a tall demon male looking human, with dark black hair, and dark green eyes, tilting my head as my silver eyes gazed into his, he smirked.

"I would not be grinning for long, your eyes are the same as that man who talked to Zaglo five years ago, yes it made Tundra scared, always wanted to make you pay for that night. In fact, it is you, so Zalgo sends his own right hand man to come and take me home. How sweet daddy he missing his baby. "I stated as the ribbon from the right side, went to go latch unto, but he jumps out of the way, landing on his feet only a few feet away. "Should have looked both ways." I spoke. "What."He said, and looked to see the left ribbon break up into 500 threads again, and each one going into his body, and causing him to be slammed into a large tombstone. "Oh look, you made me break a tombstone, Tundar will be sad, and so will the family of this poor human." I said laughing at my words.

"You sick bitch!" He spoke.

"Oh hush enough out of your worthless mouth." I spoke, with moving my hand a few threads went around his mouth, as I sat on a tombstone, and just looked at him. I crossed my legs, and thought.

"Please...no more.."

"Tundra...dear relax I will never let anyone hurt you. I will always be with you."

"Please,...not his fault that this is happening he was following orders, no more blood please."

"Tundra, enough rest, you doing this makes me loss control let your Ribbons handle it my dear, your pure and sweet, let your ribbons do this for you."

"Don't kill him...please...spare him, and I will let you kill again soon I promise."

The male demon looked at me, seeing I was talking to myself, but in two different voices. "So the ribbons and her are connect. One the killer and the other is the pure human blood within it." The demon thought, feeling blood come from his mouth. "Yeah! wake up asshole. She wants your life spared, which I shall do for her sake, but I never did promise I was not done playing with you yet. I know just how to fix this will problem her and i both have." I spoke, as the threads with through the demon's left eye socket causing it to fall out, and rips it clear off. The demon yelled bloody murder, which caused a smirk to come to my dark lips. "I think a mark to let everyone know that you were not able to get me after all."I whispered into his left ear, and then my silver threads slowly went along the whole side of his left face, and tighten to the point to were blood was coming from it. "STOP THIS IS ENOUGH."I shouted loudly, when I did the threads loosed on him, and I rose my hands to my head, falling to my knees.

"No more..Ribbons"

"Tundra..."

"Ribbons..I said no more!"

Righting with myself, I felt Ribbons slowly start to give me back control, my dark skin, turned back to it's natural tan color, my glowing silver eyes left to show the purple they were. My hair went back to being blond with black ends. Slowly, getting up with my body shaking, the ribbons just flew with then calm wind now. I looked over to see the male that had been at the end of my ribbons. Walking over to him, his eye was gone, and the left side of his face now at the imprint of a half a web for to scar his face. " I'm sorry, my step father caused you to come out here, and I'm sorry that my ribbons did this to you."I say looking at down at him.

"Your alive still, I can't give back what my ribbons took, but I can heal." I spoke to him, as I placed my hands on the wounds where the threads at enter him. One by one the small holes in his body closed up, and the marking on his face stopped bleeding. I slowly get up, and go to where my stuff had been dropped due to the fighting that just had token place. I place my bag over my right shoulder, as my silver threads slowly slide back into my back. Once down, I looked to the male demon. "Best go while you can. Next time, I might not be able to hold her back." I told him, and start to walk off, to just leave him laying there knowing full well my step father would kill him. The male got to his knees, and held his left arm with his right, blinking with his one good eye. He did not speak, or move at first. His left eye was nothing more now then a deep black hole in his face, and the marks were left as a remind to those who sought to collect me or hunt me down. The male got up with what strength he had left, and slowing started to limb his way following me, I stop in my tracks, and looked back at him, my purple eyes locked with his blue. "All I can do is follow now.."He spoke in a weak voice. I turned my head back to the direction I was headed in, and then spoke to him. "Come on, then." I told him, and started to walk again, he slowly started to keep up with me. Since those six months have passed I have not been alone. Phantom has been by my side since my ribbons did what they wished to do to him. Now wearing a half a mask to cover up his left side of his face. Only the right side of his face can be seen, even then at times, he still remains in my shadows, once again I don't feel like I'm the only creature like this now, Phantom takes that feeling away, but at times I catch him, or myself staring into the distances, I know he can feel it too, something is not right anymore like it was, Zalgo is getting stronger. Only a matter of time, until we can no longer fight, we need help. Phantom said through his connections working for Zaglo for awhile, he heard a rumor that there is someone called The Observer who may know a thing or two, since he seems to always be watching everyone without them knowing. He also told me that word had it once that this Observer was friends or worked with a creature that had things that came from his back as well, Phantom said he could not remember that name of the creature, but the creature had three other brothers and was too born of flash and blood too. So, now Phantom and I find ourselves on the word chasing down a old tale, that may or may not be real. Just what can you expect for two none humans looking for others like them.