I'm back!

And this, my friends, is the SEQUEL to Come, Little Matthew. ^^

Read on!


It rained that day. The small drops of water splashed onto the leaves of the autumn trees, shading the already red, yellow, and orange leaves to a distorted arrange of colours. The wind blew itself carelessly from tree to tree, and from drop to drop. The giants swayed from left to right, moving with the rhythm of the wind, dancing to their sorrowful song of the day. Suddenly, the clouds changed. They became dark and ominous, their voices low and grumbling, but their intentions were far from what they looked like. They stretched their legs from time to time, the light blinding the trees. The giants shook in fear; this was a sign. Good or bad was always a mystery to them. The wind flew across the leaves in a hurry, shifting its course from up and down, left to right. The clouds started running. Their flashing legs appeared more and more. Was it time for the forest to burn? None of the trees knew. They only shook and swayed, as they always did. All they could do was watch and wait. They always did.

Suddenly, the ground shook. The trees panicked at the thought of their possible annihilation. Why would the skies act like this? They were protected and loved by the beings that walked on this Earth. Or were they punishing the beings? Was this the "apocalypse", as the beings often talked about? Were the skies angry? And the earth that shook, was it the Hell that the beings feared? Was Hell arguing with the skies? Was it war?

The clouds stopped their stampede. They were in the middle of the forest, where the grounds shook. The trees continued their impatient wait. They stared and gave curious looks to the two opposites, wondering what would happen next. They assumed the worst, and prepared themselves mentally for it.

What happened afterwards was the most beautiful thing the forest had ever seen.

The clouds gave a final stomp with their electric legs while the ground prepared itself for the blow, the rain, fierce as ever, streamed down from the skies to control the clouds. They did not want to spread this towards the beings. Finally, earth and sky had connected. Electricity roared up in the skies, their appearance close to the same as flames, while the drops of water changed from blue to red, covering the earth with their now changed colour. The earth felt this thrusting pain down to his core, but knew it had to withstand the power of the skies. This was the most important part of the ritual. And what they were doing was worth the pain. The earth, contrarily to the forest, knew what was happening. But it would never tell the trees.

The collision between earth and sky continued for another ten seconds, then it stopped. The dark and ominous clouds disappeared without saying a word of farewell, and the trees felt at peace. But why did the two act this way? The once crimson red drops of rain turned to their original blue colour, tainting the earth no more. The earth wheezed in pain, but still was intact. The trees stared at the hole which resulted from the collision between earth and sky, curiosity scraping against their bark. It looked like the interior of a mother's womb through an echogram; however, this presentation was in colour. The two beings inside the deteriorated earth resembled greatly the beings they shared their Earth with, but when the fog cleared, the trees knew the beings and the two children were not alike. The children inside the womb had skin as pale as snow, and very long arms and legs. They looked so very skinny, their frail bodies appearing weak and fragile. But what strook them the most was their faces. One lacking any sort of facial recognition, while the other seemed to have a smile and eyes painted sharply on his face. Some trees wanted to leave them be, while others felt the need to take care of the unknown children lying asleep in the earth. Suddenly, one of the trees moved from behind the crowd, its movements very graceful and poise. The other trees watched him as he approached the two children. He was not a tree. He only looked like one. The trees looked at his clothing and appearance, and instantly knew; this tree-shifter and two unknown children were related.

This tree-shifter looked rather well clothed, the trees thought to themselves. He wore a deep brown sweater, the same colour as their bark, a white undershirt placed carefully under his sweater. His pale brown paints shined under the raindrop's fall, but slowly became darker as each drop of rain connected with the fabric of his pants. He too had no facial expressions as the beings, but his skin was tanned just a bit darker than the other two. The trees continued to stare at this moment in time, approaching slowly to gather around. The tree-shifter grabbed the two frail bodies of the children, but the trees noticed something; the children had grown. This only proved that they were not like the beings that came to visit them. They were different.

The tree-shifter turned around, facing the trees with the two newborns in each of his arms. The trees expected a speech from this stranger. A well-spoken, well thought speech.

"What's up, trees!"

That really wasn't what they expecting.

"Guess you can't answer, but I'm guessing you guys are really confused by this. In a nutshell, I resurrected my two unfashionable cousins, Slendy and Splendy." He raised one of his arms for each name he spoke, showing the trees which he was talking about. "So, I'm asking you from the bottom of my trendy heart to please take care of my adowable wittlecousins while they grow up. The poor boys don't even know the difference between right from wrong. We have to teach them. And when I say we, I mean all of us. We are a family altogether. So, what about it?"

The trees swayed their leaves and branches, arguing over the matter. The elders that already knew the boys were for it, wanting to teach them their ways. Of course they knew their killing ways, but the elder trees knew that they had a purpose in all this. Also, they remembered the little one who befriended the once terrifying SlenderMan, and changed him. The younger ones were repulsed by the teachings of the trees to the strangers, not wanting change in their peaceful forest. But the elders had more power over the younglings, even though they were larger in number. After a long argument, the trees agreed to teach the ways of the trees. Even a high population of younglings finally agreed with the elders, saying that everyone deserved a second chance, even if, in their past life, they were murderers. The tree-shifter seemed to smile at their final decision, even if he had no lips to form one.

"I'm glad that we all agree. These two idiots need to have a proper education. And a proper fashion sense," he said with a playful chuckle.

Suddenly, the two children in his arms started to wiggle and shake, their legs and arms growing longer and longer. The trees moved back a bit, uncertain if what was happening was a good thing or a bad thing. But the tree-shifter didn't seem to mind. Still, they stayed away. The one holding the two unknown children placed them carefully on the earth, and, in a blink of an eye, the two children grew into adults. The trees shook. They didn't comprehend anything. Still, they believed in the tree-shifter. The one bearing no face scratched the back of his head in a displeasing manner, while the one with a smile just... Kept smiling.

"TrenderMan, that really was the worst way to bring us back," the one with the smile said.

"But dear cousin of mine, it was the flashiest way to bring you back! It was fantastic! Can't you agree?" The tree-shifter asked.

"You mean the gayest way to bring us back."

"It's not called being gay, it's called being fabulous~!"

Behind them a voice groaned.

"Pardon my interruption in this welcoming act," the one with no face said, "but, who are you?"

The two arguing cousins stopped their spatter and turned to face the youngest of the trio.

"You actually forgot your own family?! Slendy, you're such a meanie!" The one with the brown sweater squealed unpleasantly.

"Of course he did, TrenderMan," said the one with a smile, "several days before he died, he didn't even know what his name was. The only thing he knew was that he killed. And other stuff..." He trailed off his words, remembering the times when he almost killed SlenderMan's little one. What was his name? Marc? No, that wasn't it. But what he remembered clearly more than anything was when SlenderMan killed him while he was still weak and bloody. But he didn't feel resent for that. When he was sent to, well, wherever he went when he died, he had time to reflect. 20 years to be exact. And the grudge he once had disappeared. He now accepted that he was at fault, and that he killed his beloved Jane. His one and only first love.

TrenderMan sighed, and then faced the one with no face. "Well, I'm TrenderMan, your fashionable cousin. This here," he said, pointing to the one with the smile, "is SplendorMan, your elder brother. And you are SlenderMan. We are the trio of legendary killers that live in the forest, snatching kids and well, you know..."

"Know what?" SlenderMan asked.

"We kill them. Feed off their energy so that we can live on longer lives," SplendorMan finished.

"Is that good?" Slender asked. Oh, how innocent he was.

The trees shook their leaves. SlenderMan faced the giants and instantly, his head was filled with voices.

"Of course it is!" One yelled.

"Hush, he can do whatever he wishes. It is called the circle of life." Another said.

"They have always done this, and always will. We will leave it at that. We cannot change what has already happened." Said the eldest of them all.

The voices shut up after the eldest had spoken, nobody daring to say something after his wise words. SlenderMan finally understood; nothing is really good or bad. It depends on what someone bases their opinion on. So, what he was supposed to do was... Neutral. Neither good or bad. That didn't mean he was less confused than before.

"So, explain me this;" SlenderMan started, "I was resurrected only to kill? And why have I no face? I can still speak with no mouth, hear with no ears, and see with no eyes. And why do I feel like I must find someone, this damned feeling that circles around inside my stomach, if I even have one. My memories are vanished. Gone. Why don't I remember anything, and you, SplendorMan, remember everything? Am I cursed? Is that it?"

TrenderMan was going to answer, but Splendor cut him.

"Possibly, Slender. We may be possibly cursed. But there's one thing you must need to find out by yourself, and that is your memories. Telling you would serve nothing if you yourself cannot remember. And that is the most utter trust."

With those words seeped deep into SlenderMan's mind, a lonely tear fell down his cheek. Why could he not remember his past life?


Eh voilĂ !

So, TrenderMan enters the story :)

And Slendy-kun lost his memories D: Nooooo!

Ah well, we'll see what happens next,eh ;D

Happy New Year's, fellow readers, writers and reviewers ^^

Hatsu Haruko -xxx-

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