"He who waits behind the wall,

He is the being that is feared by all.

Six mouths that speak in different tongues,

The seventh sings a song.

Fill with terror for it not long,

He comes."

The Observer sang the ancient song under his breath, his white mouth turned down in a frown. He was standing in Purgatory, the russet, bleak land nothing one would want to see. Why did he agree to this? For a simple little human who was important to the Tall One. Hm. He tapped his foot, not looking forward to meeting this monstrous being. He barely remembered his first encounter, shortly after his death as a human. It didn't take much convincing for the Observer to instantly agree to the immortal exchange. Shaking away the memories, the Observer quickly transported throughout this foreign place, known to most creepypastas as Zalgo's realm. Most humans believe it to be where you go to be delivered to either heaven or hell, which is true... except most didn't know about Zalgo's interference.

The bleak path to Zalgo's residence was in the middle of the two sides it appeared. One, bright and inviting. The other dark and hot. Even though it was a realm more so in ones head, it still depicted things perfectly. He reached the doorway of the large, castle like stone structure, allowing himself inside. Wandering the halls, he caught sight of the Rake in the distance. He must be staying here to avoid Slender's wrath. Ignoring him, he walked past the animalistic being, continuing along the hallways until he finally reached Zalgo's chambers. Pushing open the doors, he saw Nezperdian Hivemind sitting in the distance, his legs crossed as he appeared to be formally discussing something with a hooded man that was gripping a scythe. His form appeared skeletal almost, but the Observer paid no mind. He watched Zalgo drop what appeared to be a pouch full of coins onto the creature's hand, also giving him a note with something sloppily scrawled on it.

"Observer, it has been a while," the creature said, finally turning to face him.

The skeletal being, the Observer remembered the mortals called 'The Grim Reaper', disappeared in a black haze. Hmph. Dirty deals it seems. A feeling of dread washed over him as it did anyone in the presence of Zalgo. The discomfort of not knowing where his gaze lies due to his lack of eyes... Only one of his mouths moving, the other six staying shut. One was where a usual mouth would be, another on his neck. Two on his shoulder, two on his arms and one on his chest. His complexion was an ashy black, two horns laying on his head with red slashes decorating him. Two rows of sharpened teeth lined his mouth that had spoke, that was currently turned up in a demented smile.

"Yes, it has," The Observer replied, following it by a cough. "Figured I'd stop by for old times sake," he added, a slight smile pulling across his face.

"Wonderful! I seem to be getting so many visits lately, it's so marvelous," he chuckled, it coming out as a hiss. "Something must be going on that I am unaware of. That is if the Rake did not tell me all of his story."

The being shifted in his seat so he was facing the Observer. Although it had no eyes, he could tell they would be narrowed right now. The sarcasm in his tone was easy to detect, yet it still held no malice... which was good.

"The Rake told you something that is wrong?" The Observer questioned, his white smile dropping.

He walked over, sitting down across from the Zalgo, ice filling his veins. Being so close to this being, and alone was just not something he'd wanted to do today.

"Yes, involving the Slenderman. He, for whatever reason, has allowed a human to reside in his mansion. Silly, isn't it," Zalgo chuckled, inspecting a few papers. "I never thought that demon would ever go soft. Unfortunately, I was mistaken," he sighed, shaking his head.

The Observer laughed under his breath, his white framed eyes on the red carpeted floor. "Neither did I. That sure is shocking."

"I was nearly positive he would seek out some... assistance for helping him when I arrive. You haven't heard anything, have you?" he asked, his raspy voice sending chills up the Observer's spine. Still, he coolly held his demeanor.

"No, Sir. And if I did, you know I would most certainly decline. No army would be great enough to stand against you," the Observer nodded, offering a friendly smile. "He is a fool to think any would."

"Indeed," Zalgo laughed, it loud and booming.

"When do you plan on attacking?" the Observer asked, tensely waiting for the answer he had come for.

Zalgo stared him over for a moment, his mouth shut in a straight line. "Why do you wish to know, Observer?" he questioned, tapping his clawed fingers on the small table at his side.

The Observer immediately shrugged, a cool smile pulling across his face. "Just making conversation. Plus, if it was today I would just take my leave early so I'm not interfering," he replied.

Zalgo paused, before relaxing back in his seat. "Ah. Well, no, it probably wont be today. I have other business to attend to," he growled in reply. "Probably a few days. Would you like to witness it?" he sneered, his grin stretching across his face.

The Observer let out a shaky laugh, shaking his head. "No, Sir. I'm sure it'll be too gruesome for even me to handle."

"That it will be," the dark being replied, sounding like a snake. "Speaking of business, however, I would love to stay and chat, Observer, but I really must get back to things. Farewell, and please do visit again," he dismissed, bowing his head as he twisted around in his chair.

"I surely will. Good day," the Observer murmured, overly relieved that all of this was now over.

He turned around, sighing slightly as he walked out of Zalgo's chambers, an accomplished smile lighting his blacked out face.

If only he saw the wide smirk that pulled across Lord Zalgo's face, right as the door shut.

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