WYDISM 10

Yayz, I'm so sorry for the long waits. Those can be annoying. If the last chapter was sketchy I'm sorry. I dug myself into a little hole with that one. It was just one of those chapters where you have to go with it.

Now I'm not a big fan of scary stuff nor do I know many creepypasta. So if you want to request some appearances for them I would appreciate it.

Just send a review or a quick PM and I'll try to include them. Or if you want to make an appearance as a proxy I don't care either way. So yeah…enjoy.

Before I forget, just for the record I have no intentions of using the term Marble Hornets wrong so just go with it.

~o~

Casper

I laid there on the bed in the guest bedroom staring at the ceiling. Jeff had asked for some alone time not too long ago and out of the blue. I could respect that request for his sake and sanity. So to keep boredom at bay while I waited I began drawing.

I retrieved a notepad from my bag and found a pencil stashed away in a drawer. I padded over to the desk, collapsed in the chair and began quickly sketching out a person. I found drawing people to be somewhat easier than landscapes. So for a while I drew random, not real people.

Then there was a bang downstairs.

Naturally I jumped in my seat. I immediately leapt from the chair and ran to the door, fully intent on throwing it open to make sure Jeff was alright. However when I tried the handle it was locked. No matter how I jiggled the knob it wouldn't open. "Jeff," I called, "are you alright?!"

"Hey," an older male voice shouted, "There's someone upstairs!"

A hand immediately threw itself over my mouth. I initially jumped but knew it was Jeff. He yanked e backwards and into the closet before closing the door and hiding us under some fallen clothes and other objects. He kept his hand over my mouth.

"Don't make a sound." He hissed urgently.

We both heard the loud thumping of footsteps treading heavily up and down the steps. The door to the guest room where we were was thrown open and rummaged through. "Someone was here," a masculine voice shouted, "There's poorly drawn pictures on this desk."

"Poorly drawn my ass." I growled ever so softly.

Jeff lightly slapped my legs and pulled his hand tighter. I took that as the silent command not to talk. I whimpered silently as the closet door was thrown open and the things we were hidden were tossed aside. The man before us was about to shout. My eyes were covered and I heard the quiet roar of flames. As suddenly as it happened it was over and we were hidden again.

"What sis you just do?"I asked softly as my vision became free of Jeff's hand.

"I fried him. He's on the ground dead right now. So try not to look." He said seriously.

"How lovely." I sighed.

The tearing sounds and running up and down the stairs slowed after a while. "They must've escaped!" more voices agreed with that and the footsteps fled down the stairs.

"We'll check the other abandoned houses!" the same voice yelled from farther away.

After about twenty more minutes Jeff pulled me out of the closet. I did my best to avoid looking the burnt carcass at my feet and shuddered when I looked anyway. "What was all that about?" I said quietly.

"Looks like the old organizations are causing a stir again. I have to go and visit some people. Can you watch over the house while I leave?" he asked.

"Wait, what're you-." But he had already burst into flames.

I sighed at the empty house. Smile Dog and I were the only ones left. Speaking of the dog, where was he? "Smile Dog!" I called.

I heard the dog and saw him limp into the room. He had blood on his muzzle and his paws were soaked in his own blood. I sighed and carried the hurt dog into the living room and set him gently on the couch. I was surprised he didn't bite me when I did. Quickly I retrieved a first aid kit and bandaged the dog's wounds. He licked them in an attempt to help. I petted the dog and made sure he was alright before I began cleaning the now-battered house.

I had a lot to clean. Besides...nobody wants to be a bad houseguest.

~o~ Hannah ~o~

"Someone kill me now." I pleaded mentally.

My dad had been called for a meeting and I was stuck with the newest group, yes group, of creepypasta. I absolutely hated it this time. These were girls. They were temptresses. They apparently didn't care if you were a boy or a girl because they had already tried to seduce me numerous times. I slapped every one of them. They would wave it off and simply go back to giggling and gossiping with one another while I filed their résumés and filled out a form for their spots.

I was signing them on for the Russian branch. There were four branches of the creepypasta system. Each had a leading reporter and a supporting. The locations were the one here in Colorado with my dad as the leading reporter and Jeff as the supporting. The other branch was Paris where Trender was the leading and Masky and Hoodie supported. In the Russian branch Zalgo was lead and Ben supported then as a third Eyeless Jack. Finally in the South American branch held HABIT as leading and Rake supported. Basically the leading reporters were the first to report to meetings and if the leading weren't available then the supporting went in their place. It was quite simple and somewhat organized.

There were four girls who introduced themselves. There was Aquantia who was like a fish who turned human. Witika who was a girl with brown hair, glasses, claws, and dog ears was next. Then came Sitka, who was a harpy and then Jolene who was a girl made of wood with the ability to change into other metals and woods. In a way she was kind of like a druid.

Nine times out of ten they struck me as annoying which was ironic since this was the first time I'd met them…if that makes any sense.

So while I filed the rest of their papers and got the final stamping and letters sent I turned to find them squealing. "What's going on?" I asked.

"OMG," Aquantia screeched, "A boy."

I weaved between them to see Eden. He looked pale. "Eden," I exclaimed and rushed to the main floor, "What're you doing here?" I asked.

"I was looking for you." He stammered his words.

"Phish posh, she's his," Witika sighed, "That's no fun."

"What no!" Eden yelped.

"We're not together!" I continued.

"Of course you are," Sitka whined, "You two obviously have hots for each other."

"What?" I cried.

"No!" Eden shook his head.

"Don't deny it snookums; it'll only make the pain worse." Aquantia waved her hands dismissively.

"We aren't together!" I groaned and handed them an envelope, "Do any of you teleport?" I asked.

"Well, Jolene does." Witika said slowly.

"She doesn't have good directional skills though." Sitka said awkwardly.

"Well you all need to teleport to any spot in Russia so there you go." I gave them a quick shove and they rolled their eyes.

"They just want us gone so they can have "fun"." Jolene said.

That was the first thing she'd said aloud.

"WE'RE NOT DATING!" Eden and I yelled together.

"Aw look, they even speak in unison." Witika smiled.

"You two have fun." Aquantia smiled too as they teleported away.

"I hate those girls." Eden stuck out his tongue.

"Ditto." I nodded.

"So uh, how're you?" he asked.

"Fine, you?" I replied awkwardly.

"I'm good." He nodded and pulled on his collar.

"So what're doing here?" I asked.

"Not much, I just came by to say hello." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, okay." I smiled sheepishly.

"Want to go for a walk?" he asked.

"Um sure." I smiled and sighed for the excuse to move around.

~o~ Slender Man 2 Hours Later ~o~

I pinched and rubbed the bridge of my nose as The Observer droned on with his reports of increased activity between ECHO and the newer team calling themselves Marble Hornets. They'd not only been tackling the Colorado and American branch but Zalgo and Trender reported incidents in the Paris and Russian territories.

Talk of Japanese and oceanic divisions were held for this. That was a big deal. I sighed and nudged Jeff as they came to a close but as it turned out I didn't need to.

"Jeff, I understand you've fallen in love with a human?" The Observer asked.

"Well…I uh, I…yes." He growled for being put in the spotlight.

"What's her name?" he questioned.

"What's your motive?" Jeff snapped his retort.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Don't get involved in our relationship." Jeff grumbled.

"Why shouldn't I?" he raised an eyebrow, "Besides a human girlfriend is a liability. She should be killed instead." He suggested.

"Don't you dare kill Casper." He jumped to his feet.

"Casper…wouldn't happen to be Casper Vega, would it?" he asked with tightness in his voice.

Jeff took a step back. "W-why?" he asked.

"Damn girl is a menace if angered." The Observer shook his head.

"What happened?" I asked.

I could scarcely believe the shy, timid, and skinny girl could do much harm.

"We had our eyes on her some time ago. We sent an operative to collect her. She led him on a wild chase and then brought him down when he thought he had her pinned. The girl has resources." He warned.

"I don't believe you," I said, "How could she take down one of your operatives?"

"She let him trap her against a cliff, climbed up when he lunged, and then caused a rockslide. She knows the area so well we had sent at least twelve. We let her go, we were wasting resources." He growled.

"I can't believe it," Jeff cracked up, "How could that be?" he howled with laughter.

"It's not just her; it's that area in general. The people there are impossible to get to. She's not the only one in that area to outwit us. Many teens in the areas below St. Louis are like that." Zalgo snickered.

"They are?" I asked surprised.

"Well I doubt they could get away from you," Zalgo gestured to me, "They've just got a knack for getting away. That area is small but dense and if you didn't grow up there it's even easy for us to get lost. They seem to know where they're going."

"Funny, aren't you dating a girl from there Zalgo?" The observer smirked.

"Yes, her name is Drew." Zalgo nodded.

"How did you come across her?"

"She thought I was a moose and shot me with her rifle." He said quietly.

Like everyone else I nearly fell out of my seat with laughter. "Then what happened?" I wheezed.

"She realized I wasn't a moose and shot me again. I tied her rifle in a knot and I took her hostage. I eventually talked her into not trying to kill me. Then it snowballed from there." He grumbled in annoyance.

"I suppose the best thing to do would be to bring them." The Observer said clearing his throat.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Zalgo brings his wife, you bring yours, and Jeff brings his girlfriend." The Observer clarified.

"Won't that attract attention to them." I argued.

"Probably, but it's better that they're with you than in danger of the organizations." The Observer shrugged and smirked, "Meeting adjourned for today. Are we all good on the date for the Reunion?"

There was a chorus of yeses then everyone went their separate ways. I growled at the smirking man and went my way in the end.

~o~ Zalgo ~o~

I appeared at the house to fine my woman gone. I immediately panicked but found a note on the fridge. I tore it off and read it.

Zalgo

The contractions have started. If you don't know what that means then I'll put it simply. I'm pregnant and the birthing has begun. I'll be at the hospital.

Love, Drew

I frantically teleported the hospital and groaned. I teleported home and donned clothes to look normal before quickly going back to the hospital and demanding to know Drew's room number. The moment I hit the stairwell I teleported to her floor and rushed to her room number. I found it and cringed as I heard the cries. I walked in as the baby was being born.

The doctors leapt back in shock as the baby appeared and I growled as I knew why. The baby held my likeness. I shoved the doctors aside and delivered it myself. I was a little surprised to find they didn't stop me but I ignored that. Afterwards I made sure they did nothing to my child as the treatments were given. I knew I had to intervene. They would've killed her if I hadn't.

Yes her, I was now the father of a beautiful baby girl. I brought her back to Drew the moment I could and let her hold the little life. "She's beautiful." I whispered.

"We need that baby," a doctor interrupted, "She's diseased and needs to be studied for treatment."

I chuckled lowly at that statement. "She's perfectly normal," I cackled and removed my hoodie, enjoying the terrified cries of the doctors, "She's just like her daddy."

Drew merely sighed and cuddled the small baby closer. I knelt back down and tried to get another look at the little girl. "She's beautiful." I repeated.

"What should we name her?" Drew asked.

"Rayne…" I said after some thought.

"Rain?" Drew asked.

"No, Rayne, she's been born on a rainy day." I pointed outside.

"Perfect." Drew smiled and smiled softly at our child.

I was a daddy at last.

~o~ Casper ~o~

I groaned and kneeled on the ground as I sunk my head onto the armrest of the loveseat. My back was killing me now. I heard the crackle of flames but didn't look up.

"Were you cleaning the entire time I was gone?" Jeff asked sounding surprised.

"I stopped about two minutes ago." I sighed and looked up wearily.

"Ha, thanks baby girl." He kissed my forehead and walked upstairs.

I grumbled a 'you're welcome' and put my head back on the armrest.

"Hey, you're going to a reunion tomorrow, so wear something nice." He said as he passed again.

"Okay…" I muttered.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I nodded and put my head back down.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a frown.

"Nothing, what should I do about the dead guy on the floor?" I changed the subject.

"I'll take care of that, what's wrong?" he repeated.

"Nothing's wrong, Smile Dog is hurt though." I said trying to change the subject again.

Jeff looked over and frowned deeper. He walked over and petted the dog.

"Poor puppy, didja get hurt?" he cooed and the dog licked his face.

I chuckled halfheartedly. Jeff looked at me again seeming concerned. "Well, I'm going to go find something to wear." I said quickly and hopped up and went up the stairs before he could say anything.

~o~ Jeff ~o~

I watched silently as she padded quickly up the stairs. I then looked at Smile Dog. "She's hiding something isn't she?" I asked him.

The dog nodded and I sighed. "I thought so. Wonder what she's worried about." I murmured.

Smile Dog got up and went into the kitchen, got something, and came back with a photo in his mouth. I took it and paled. It was my photo I'd taken of Jane. The girl who swore my death would be by her hands. "She found this while she was cleaning. Where was it?" I asked.

Smile Dog got up and nosed a spot near the middle of the floor. I sighed. Well shit, how was I supposed to explain this?

Looked towards the stairs I cursed and folded up the photo. I shoved it in my pocket and went up to find Casper. She was in the guest bedroom avoiding the dead body like it was poisonous. I watched for a moment feeling angry with myself.

"Casper we need to talk." I said seriously.

She immediately tensed and paused her work. I sighed. "Not like that." I sighed and wrapped my arms around the girl, settling them on her waist.

"Jeff, don't. Let go." She said and tried to pull away.

"I'm not cheating on you. You found that photo right?" I said.

She froze and sighed. "Who is she?" she asked.

"Her name is Jane. I took a picture of her. The last time we met I took a picture. She swore to kill me. I never meant anything by it. You're my girl, you'll always be mine." I said and breathed in the scent of her hair.

"Jeff…I'm sorry. I…I'm sorry for thinking…" she stammered.

"Shhh, I get it. You were worried. But, I thank you for cleaning the house." I nibbled at her ear.

"H-hey, quit that!" she giggled.

"What, this?" I nibbled some more.

"N-no, t-that." She ripped my hands away from her sides.

And thus the game of chase began.

~o~ The Next Day ~o~

Hannah

I groaned as my alarm clock rang out annoyingly. I wanted to throw it against the wall but that's not how this one worked. My mom was tired of me merely hitting the snooze button so she bought me a special alarm clock…with wheels. The thing rolled away when it went off and you had to find it and catch it to shut it off. Usually by the time I had caught it I had already moved o much to go back to bed.

That's exactly what happened. I followed the thing into the kitchen and shut it off. Since I was in the kitchen I grabbed some fruit and made a simple fruit salad for breakfast. My mom came down with a wide grin and squealed. "Here!" she shoved a piece of clothing into my hands. I looked at it and groaned.

"Mom, I don't want to wear a dress!" I whined.

"Your father said this was a formal thing. So you're wearing the dress!" she shouted and went back upstairs.

I sighed and followed her. She went to the bathroom and I went into my parents' bedroom. My father laid on the bed with an arm over where his eyes would have been. I climbed onto the bed and snuggled into his side. He turned to look and ruffled my hair. "Tired?" he asked.

"I hate my alarm clock." I mumbled.

"I hate it too. It's the reason I'm awake." He grumbled.

"I'm sorry about that." I said with a muffled voice.

"You're not getting out of wearing the dress." He told me.

"I know, I was hoping you could help me personalize it." I sat up and yawned.

"I'll see what I can do." He chuckled and I followed him into the sewing room.

~o~

I grinned at the finished dress. It was beautiful. The thing was white now with a black belt and black leggings. I wore black flats and a short sleeved jacket. Now all I had to do was my hair…damn.

~o~ Casper ~o~

I yawned as I woke up. I really didn't want to get up but I was excited. I took a shower first then put on the dress. It was a short black dress with grey leggings and a silver waist ribbon around the middle. She shoes were black flats that I found running to be easy in. I straightened my hair and put in earrings. I went downstairs to see Jeff in a nice dress shirt, which was blood red, dark jeans and black shoes. He looked great. He looked at me and his mouth opened a little in shock.

"Um, you look great." I said to Jeff.

"Y-you, you look…beautiful." He stammered.

I blushed a little and then chuckled. "Thank you Jeff. Um, what is this actually?" I asked.

"It's a gathering of all the creepypasta in one place. You might know a few of them. They've widened their restrictions. Anyway, you'll be sticking close to me the entire time so…" he trailed off.

"Alright," I smiled and fixed his collar, "I stick close by."

~o~ Hannah ~o~

I took my dad's hand as we teleported to the reunion. Things went dark for a second until things cleared and there were a ton of people…well creepypasta to you. I wasn't sure what to do. I had never been to a reunion before. I suddenly felt unsure.

My dad tapped my shoulder, "Go find someone." He encouraged.

I sighed and left his side and began looking for someone I knew, which was hard. I mean I knew Eyeless Jack, and Zalgo but I didn't want to interrupt them. I felt kind of alone. Suddenly I was almost knocked over by two fanged girls. I immediately recognized them. I laughed.

These were Olivia and Irene; they were daughters of one of the newer creepypasta. "Hey you two." I smiled and knelt down.

"Hi aunty Anna." They smiled and hugged me.

They immediately passed me. I watched as they left and turned to smack into someone else. I looked up to see Chell from Portal. I cocked my head to the side. I thought she was just a video game character but then again considering Ben Drowned. "Um hi." I nodded.

"Oh uh, hey. Who're you?" she asked awkwardly.

"My name's Hannah." I smiled, "Who're you?" I asked to be polite.

"Oh," she smiled, "My name's Chell."

"Nice to meet you, Chell. So are you a creepypasta or what?" I asked.

"No," she laughed, "I'm here with my boyfriend Glados."

"Glados, I don't think I've registered him. He must've been my dad's client." I mused aloud.

"You're dad?" she asked.

"Ah, aha I'm not a creepypasta. My dad just happens to be Slender Man. It's not a big deal. I help him out with registering new creepypasta into the system."

"Oh, you seem pretty down-to-earth. Wanna hang out?" she asked.

"Why not?" I shrugged and we settled down to talk.

~o~ Jeff ~o~

I laughed for a long while as we got to the reunion. This was going to be great. I took Casper's hand as she looked around and weaved her through the mass of people. I wanted her to meet some friends of mine…well, people I considered friends.

"Yo, Jeff, who's the girl?" a familiar voice shouted.

"Oh no." I mumbled and awkwardly turned to face HABIT.

Next to him were Ethan and Devin; Two other friends of mine. I chuckled at the familiar faces. "Yo yourself ya piece of shit." I smirked.

Casper looked out of place and gave me my space in return. I rumbled a laughed and pulled her close by my side.

"Hey, who's the chick?" HABIT asked with a devilish smirk.

"The chick is off-limits," I growled at him, "She's mine."

"Is she a proxy?" Devin asked.

"I'm his girlfriend." Casper said something at last.

"You are huh." They looked at me.

"Yeah, she is actually, met her about a month ago. We hooked up soon after." I rubbed the back of my head.

"What's your name Chick?" Ethan asked.

"My name is Casper." She said softly.

"Oh, you got a shy one." HABIT made a grab for her.

Casper smacked his hand aside and gave him a look. It clearly said 'test me and regret it'. "So she's a smart one." HABIT growled and lunged.

I didn't have time to intervene but found no need to when Casper ducked, caught him, and threw him about two yards. I stared at her. She laughed awkwardly. "My brother's a gymnast. We compete a lot so it helped with my lack of strength."

"You threw him." I gaped.

"He's lucky I didn't slap him," she crossed her arms with a grumble, "Woulda broke his nose. I am one of the hardest servers on my team."

"You threw him." I repeated.

"You're not mad are you?" she asked softly.

"No way, I love you." I broke out into a full smile and kissed her, "That was awesome."

"Uh, thanks." She looked a little dazed.

"C'mon lets go meet the others."

"Others?" she asked.

"Yeah, we'll go get Hannah and go meet the other creepypasta and proxies." I smiled and tugged her along.

"Oh, oh my." She mumbled.

~o~

Well that's done. Make sure to let me know what creepypasta show up at the reunion.

There will be everyone meeting each other again, that's the part where you can pitch in, and then the big meeting.

Well, I'll leave it at that.

Songbird O.o