Noah and Evan sat in their room. They'd been sitting there for a day, doing various things that boredom threw into their heads, like Never Have I Ever and a non-alcoholic version of a drinking game.
Then two other people walked into the room. One looked as if he hadn't slept in a month and the other, who wore a beige jacket, looked as if he had seen far too much.
There was no conversation, at first. It was just them staring at each other, trying to gauge what the other's personality was like. Eventually, the insomniac spoke.
"Looks like we need an introduction. According to the Headmaster, you guys have also dealt with the same shit involving Mr. Tall, Pale, and Faceless. Also, apparently we're a team now and there's no takebacks, according to The Great and Powerful Ozpin." the Insomniac stated.
He sat down.
"I'll start it off; call me Caught. It's pretty much the only name I know at this point, because the Slenderman basically erased a lot of my memories. I've been dealing with it for god knows how long." the Insomniac introduced.
The man in the beige jacket sat down, as well.
He took a breath to introduce himself. Evan chimed in before he could speak. "We know who you are. Practically everyone here has seen Marble Hornets. You're Tim. Sorry about Jay, man. That sucks." Evan offered. Tim nodded.
Noah's expression shifted to one of guilt.
"I thought Marble Hornets wasn't real. Fuck, I'm sorry." he uttered.
"It's ok. I'd be the same way." Tim accepted.
"I'm Noah Maxwell. I've not only had to deal with the Slenderman, I've also had to deal with his cult of scary god-demons called the Collective for 6 fuckin' years. And I'm absolutely goddamn sick of it." Noah announced.
Evan shrugged. "Best for last. I'm Evan. I mean, yeah, I've had to deal with Slenderman, but I've also been possessed by a murder demon called HABIT. It wasn't pretty." he proclaimed.
Everyone's eyes were wide. Saying you've been possessed by a demon tends to be one of those phrases that ends a conversation.
"I need a fuckin' drink." Noah informed.
That night, Tim had nightmares. Not the normal ones he used to have, no, these were vivid beastly things that made him wake up screaming.
Instantly, as if by teleportation, Noah sat on Tim's bed. "Let me guess. Nightmares?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
Tim could do nothing but nod.
"So you have terrifying murder dreams too. Good to know. Let's talk about it, I find that helps me sometimes." Noah replied, his voice sympathetic.
So Tim and Noah talked, late into the night, about their nightmares and their lives before Slenderman.
The next day, Ozpin summoned them all to his office.