I would like to note that most of these characters mentioned are not mine (i.e. Slenderman, Ticci Toby, and the likes), even though later on I may add a few of my own.

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Slenderman

Hundreds of nights spent watching. Countless hours, stalking. Formulating plans that were weeks, nay, months into the making.

And yet, my two human proxies still could not handle half an hour worth's of waiting. You humans are so...frustrating when it comes to certain qualities. Oh, you can kill, and kill well. But when it comes to patience? Hundreds of years on this planet and I have yet to meet one of you humans who can handle a little bit of waiting.

Impassive leaned against the brick wall, flicking his pocket knife open and shut. Solitude, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth, out of the light and into the light. Yours truly, however, waited in the shadows like a whisper in the night.

We three awaited the arrival of Ms. Everlasting at the shoe factory specified. I had sent Solitude to do research on any buildings that would meet our needs, while Impassive and I set about our task of laying a trap for our quarry. It was not difficult choosing who to kill; Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks were the most despicable humans I had ever had the misfortune of happening on - and that, my dear reader, is quite the accomplishment.

Solitude had later confirmed that our note had been, well, noted, and so here we waited.

My hooded proxies threw up his hands with impatience. "Boss, she's not gonna show. It's already ten til and we ain't seen anything. And I swear -" He jabbed a finger at Impassive, who simply glanced at him. "I swear if I have to keep listening to his stupid knife I'm going to murder him. With his knife."

I reared up, hissing. "You would do well to control your impatience." A sudden noise caught my attention, and I signalled for my two companions to remain silent. Tilting my head, I strained to hear what it was.

At first, there was nothing. Then, faint as a sigh, there came a pitter-patter of soft footsteps - the steps of someone skilled at hiding. I nodded at my proxies, who assumed their positions while I slipped away into the shadows. We waited with baited breath.

Finally, the person rounded the corner. I perceived my two companions slumping with disappointment even as I felt it myself. It was a mere human female, a woman in her late teens, maybe even as old as my proxies. She passed by without so much as a glance. Even so, I watched her. Something was...off, about this young woman. As she turned the corner of the building, I saw a flash of white where her face was situated, and then she was gone.

I turned back towards Solitude and Impassive, deeply troubled. It was becoming a familiar feeling, this.

Before I could speak to my proxies about my concerns, a voice, rasping slightly, called out from behind. "Wow. I certainly wasn't expecting the king of the creepypasta to be here."

I whirled around, tentacles raised in attack position, my two human companions ready at a signal to fight. There, in the middle of the road, stood Jane Everlasting. The sworn enemy of Jeff the Killer, and the only killer I knew who regretted her actions.

She stood there in her traditional black, though she'd swapped out the dress for more practical attire. Her feminine mask gave her a deceptively delicate manner. The blade of her knife, holstered in her belt, glinted in the moonlight. Somehow she had managed to come back from the corner and walk closer to us. Arms crossed, Jane said, "Oh Captain, my Captain, you killed two people to catch my attention. You know how I feel about murders, Slendy."

Her voice practically dripped with sarcasm and distaste; under her mask it was easy to imagine a smirk placed upon her lips.

I hissed a response, and Solitude translated in his usual manner. "Trust me, missy, the world was better off without those folks. In any case, we got a proposal for you, if you're interested."

Jane laughed. It was a harsh and bitter sound, devoid of any humor. Obviously this human had been through a lot. "Why, pray tell, would I join the likes of you?"

"You're one of us, whether you like it or not." This response came from Impassive, who had remained silent ever since I had first returned from my asylum. "Ever noticed how you don't age? How people tend to avoid you? It's because you're not one of them, not anymore."

A note, dear reader, on us beings from the creepypasta world. Even though monsters exist here, there is still a line. Once a human crosses that line, they become integrated into the dark side of the creepypasta world and can never go back. All of us monsters have some sort of immortality, and as such it is near-impossible for the normal humans to kill us. Look at Clockwork, for instance, or Eyeless Jack. They should have been killed, but once they crossed that threshold, it was no longer possible. There are, however, rumours that there is a way for us to die, but I digress.

Jane's body language changed from defiance to hostility, while Solitude and I looked at Impassive in surprise. This was the most he had ever spoken in one period. "At least I have a conscience. Which is more than can be said for you." I could feel the bitterness rolling off of her, but paid it no mind.

Solitude and I were even more shocked when Impassive put away his knife and slowly walked towards Jane, his hands outstretched like he was approaching a wounded animal. Caught off guard, Jane whipped out her own knife and held it expertly pointed at him. Impassive stopped, but still held his hands up. "Jane, something is coming," he said quietly. "Something big. You called our boss the king of the creepypasta realm. Well, this thing? It's got Slender on edge. That's how big this thing is. So please, just hear us out, alright? Put your knife away. We don't want to hurt you."

I watched closely to see what she was going to do. Indeed, the young woman appeared to hesitate, unsure of what to do. After a few moments, though, she appeared to take his advice and relaxed, though she still held onto her weapon. "Fine. What do you want?"

With Solitude translating, I recounted our visit to Ickbarr and his advice, and explained in detail the voices I had heard, ending with my wish to do as the creature said and gather my allies about me, just in case. When I was finished, Jane let out a low whistle. "Wow. You weren't kidding. If Fat Ickbarr's worried, this is serious."

I held out my hand in what I hoped was a friendly gesture. With some difficulty, I asked, "...Friend? Or...foe...?"

Despite the emotionless mask that adorned her face, I could sense her reluctance. "How will I contact you, though? Or you me? I'd rather not have to bump off some folks just to talk."

Solitude picked up a stick lying on the road and in the gravel drew a circle with a large "X" in the middle. Jane gasped slightly. "Isn't that-"

"The Operator symbol, yeah." He dusted off his jeans. "Contrary to popular belief, it's not a protective thing. Well, I guess it kind of is - we use it when we need to get a hold of Slender. A few years back some idiot humans discovered it and became obsessed with the idea that it would hide them from Slender." He chuckled, while I simply stood there. The memories he was bringing back were unpleasant and embarrassing. "Drove him nuts. Couldn't even rest two minutes without 'em drawing it and attracting him. Good thing that's put to rest though."

"Ask...again..." I whispered, hand once again held out. "Friend...or...foe...?"

This time, Jane Everlasting grasped my hand in hers. Without hesitating, she replied, "Friend."

High atop the old shoe factory, a creature watched the beings end their meeting, the three going one way, the one going another. It gnawed on one of its long claws, grateful to have something to report to its new master. It whimpered at the memory of its last beating, still fresh in its mind and on its back. The creature had failed to find out why Slenderman was meeting with Ickbarr, and paid dearly for it.

With a low growl, the creature leapt from rooftop to rooftop, its eyes reflecting the moonlight as it disappeared into the night.