*A/N: Hey, second chapter! I know, it hasn't long since I published the first chapter but my college wifi hates Steam so I figured I'd just post this chapter now. If you're confused about why I posted this story, just read chapter 1's author's note (A/N), and know that im absolutely obsessed with the MC enderman. Okay, anyway... chapter 2! Read away!*

I stared up at the faceless thing, frozen with shock and fear. I was weak here, why shouldn't I be afraid? I didn't know what this thing was capable of. Something told me I was in danger, and Darkness wasn't going to help me. I took a step back. So he called himself Slenderman? I could deal with that, my name was not ordinary either.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Night Hunter. Or do you prefer Enderbrina," he said, extending his hand. I was silent, unmoving. "Hmm… I would say you are afraid of me, but you already said that is not true."

"N-no… I am."

The white blob of a head changed, I realized he was likely smiling. I wanted to leave, escape, get away from Slenderman. I wondered why he wasn't trying to kill me yet.

"Well, then perhaps you should run. I'm rather hungry and you look absolutely delicious."

So I ran. At some point, he appeared directly in front of me, ready to tear me to pieces. Black slithery things were behind him, his mouth was ripped open once more, he was taller somehow, now reaching almost four meters in height, and his bony hands had turned into sharp claws. I managed to slow my run and turn, running the other way. I remembered my wings and tail, they could get me out of this place! Scrambling up a tree, I went to the highest branch that could hold me, and held onto the trunk, breathing heavily from the fear that had strained my body. I was still afraid, and so I took flight, flying high above the trees. Just as my flight ability could not hold me up anymore, I grew my wings and tail and angled myself, flying toward the city. I heard ringing in my ears again and static filled my vision, but I knew the way by heart. I landed, almost crashing, on top of my favored skyscraper where I could overlook the city for trouble, and sat down, sighing in relief. I managed to calm my racing heart, but it wouldn't be calm for long.

"Impressive."

I jumped at the voice, it was him again, but as I looked up, he seemed to give off a less hostile air. His posture was relaxed, he was at the height he had been at when we had met, and his mouth, his horrible mouth was sealed shut. He chuckled at my reaction, but I waited, on edge, in case he decided to attack me here. I would have to stand and fight here, or he might never stop chasing me. My hand instinctively went to my dagger, waiting to pull it out.

"Don't bother, you'd be dead before you could pull it," he chuckled, "but I'm not here for that."

I inched closer to the edge bit by bit until he started to approach me. I stood up and backed away, but something cold stopped me. I saw the black slithery things were wrapped around my wrists and ankles, one each. I gulped, knowing I was trembling, but he seemed to just hold me there, frozen to the spot. I wondered if this was payback for Jeff. I doubted it, something like Slenderman wouldn't help Jeff the Killer, it was likely beneath him.

"So, tell me. How did you get here?"

"How should I know? I woke up in the middle of the road during a rainstorm, coincidentally, right outside that forest you just hunted me in, took inventory on basic things like my abilities and if Darkness would help me here, and tried to find some shelter."

The holds on my wrists and ankles tightened. "Tell the truth."

"I'm telling you the damn truth! What reason do I have to lie!? I don't even have a clue as to what this fucking place is! All I know is that I protect this city from Jeff the Killer and the city's gangs!"

The holds loosened again, and I growled in anger. "Then tell me, which name do you prefer?"

"My real one, obviously. Enderbrina."

The holds came away and he backed up, and I pulled my dagger, ready to fight. One of the black slithery things promptly dug its way through my heart.

"Um, ow," I said in an asking tone, grimacing.

"You're alive?"

"It takes quite a bit to kill me," I retorted. "Come on, seriously, you seem like you should know. We're supernatural beings. How long have you lived?"

"A long time. I've lost count of the years."

"Then you likely just woke up in that forest of yours, with only Darkness to tell you what to do. Just how I ended up here, except I had the benefit of a life before."

I saw the bony hands clench into fists. I was making him mad, oops. "Alright, I'm sorry. But we have a few things in common, right? Let's just," I sighed, pausing, "Truce?" I gave a nervous smile.

I waited, it seemed like he was going to just leave. Then, poof, he wasn't there anymore. I was stunned, he could teleport. I rapid-fire teleported to each of the corners of the roof of the skyscraper, looking around for him. There! He was back at the edge of his forest, the purple particles swirling around me as I teleported in front of him from my skyscraper, then teleported back, letting him know of another thing we had in common, and I heard the ringing again. I covered my ears but it didn't go away.

"Okay, I'm sorry about making you mad, geez… didn't mean to…"

The ringing stopped and he was gone, back to his forest. I sighed, and spread my wings, flying above the city, doing my daily patrol as the sun had just risen. There was nothing going on, and I was glad for a day off as the sun finally set and I sat back in the chair I had materialized. My wings and tail were gone, and I looked over at the bed I scarcely used. I dematerialized it, not needing it. I simply wanted the chair this night, and I looked up to see the moon floating high in the sky. The day had gone by peacefully and Darkness was on patrol for me. I heard the door that lead into the building open, and looked over my shoulder to see…

"Jeff the Killer?"

He jumped, then glared at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Um… waiting out the night? I always use this rooftop," I said, standing. "Why are you up here?"

"I need to kill someone. I need to, so stay outta my way."

"I'm the only someone up here, why would you—"

I found a knife in my stomach. Grimacing, Jeff began stabbing me repeatedly. Eventually, my purple blood was pooling beneath me as he had torn a hole through my body with his knife. I woke in the death realm, and saw his face better. He had a carved smile, his face was purple with my blood, as well as the majority of his clothes. He stood back up, and left my body to bleed out, or so he thought. I waited, watching, until everything began to heal over. I rushed back and began eating, feeling like my stomach was a bottomless pit.

I let my guard down… damn it. I walked over to the edge of the skyscraper, seeing him running around gleefully.

Let him go, Enderbrina. He… he needs to kill tonight.

Why does he need to kill?

To calm the voices in his head.

He's crazy?

In a way. You are too, don't forget. Deep down, it's just waiting to be unleashed.

S-stop… don't make me go bloodthirsty on the city that trusts me. Besides… I can control it.

You don't sound very sure of that.

Well I don't know how this place affects me entirely, not yet. I sighed, maneuvering so my legs were hanging off the edge of the skyscraper and I was looking down at the city below. I put my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, feeling so conflicted. I can't get back home, can I?

Unlikely. Computer screens aren't exactly like portals. They're made of glass.

I like this place, it's new… and full of lively things, and supernatural beings! More than home so far, but my home… will always be my home. So far I'm just a rogue super "hero" that decided to protect this city. So in the long run, what does that make me? Yes, I'm… immortal, but my few abilities can only do so much, and I don't have a reliable way of getting power. I don't want to drain the people and I can't rely on the other supernaturals, they just want me dead.

Jeff is back. Careful.

What the fuck…

I stayed where I was, not bothering to turn and see him.

"Hey, didn't I kill you?"

"Yeah, so? It's not like I'm immortal or anything. Oh, wait, it is."

"You should still be dead. You're immortal until you die."

"Not like that. I'm immortal forever… I'm going to live until the end of time. It doesn't matter how many times I die… I'll always come back."

"Why're you so miserable? That's a great thing to have. I could kill forever if I had that sort of thing."

I groaned. "Think about what that means, then decide if it's great or not."

Silence. Slowly, I stood up at the edge of the skyscraper and glanced back at him. I grew my wings and tail once more and stepped off, feeling the air rushing past me, then unfolded my wings and they acted like a parachute. I went flying off toward wherever, not really knowing where to go. I simply circled the city instead of leaving, until Jeff caught my gaze again, but he was gone when I got back.

"Good riddance."

Sitting back down in the chair I had previously materialized, I sighed, seeing the night was almost over. It was time for me to get ready for the day. Pulling on some fresh clothes while Darkness kept me hidden from prying eyes, I thought of how easy it would be for me to live in luxury. I could make a replica of my castle at home… but no. I had never wanted all that attention, yet I was getting here, too, regardless, and the worst part, I had attracted the attention myself. Unintentionally, of course, but I decided to lay low for a while, leaving before they could thank me.

I hopped into the air, patrolling from the skies for any early activity. I heard sirens wail and dropped down, catching a ride. It was the police, and I leapt off the roof of the vehicle after they pulled up to a burning building. I ran in, moving as quickly as possible. In this situation, my innate teleportation came in handy. I checked the house one last time, and felt something quake beneath me. It shook the entire building, and it collapsed, crushing me.

The death realm. Again. Once more, I saw through eyes that were not my own, not owned by anyone. Some people were crying, and I saw something escaping the scene of my most recent death. Following it in my soul form, I moved alongside it, scanning its features. A striped cone nose, yellow irises for its otherwise normal eyes, black hair, feathers decorating its shoulders, which were black and white. Its skin was nearly stark white; I was beginning to see a sort of pattern. There was black face paint. Black and white striped arms and legs with gray shorts that had suspenders was what I saw next. Finally, it had black shoes with… slight heels? Moving back a bit from the now stopped being, I saw it was a clown. A monochromatic clown, but a clown nonetheless. It was watching from the same damn forest that Slenderman had hunted me in. It laughed every so often, eventually breaking out into psychotic laughter. I left, back to the site of the burnt building. I let my ghostly form show, right over where my dead body laid beneath the rubble.

"You should all know by now crying on my behalf is unnecessary," I said in a kind tone. "Please, those of you that are, stop crying."

"We thought you had left us," said one police officer, amazed by my ghost.

"No, I simply had to know who set the dynamite beneath the building. I didn't find anyone, unfortunately."

"Dynamite?"

"While I was in the building, something shook every part of it, and it collapsed. It had to have been dynamite with the amount of force the building shook with."

"So what about you?"

"Me?"

"Um… physical you."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I'll dig my way out," I said, looking down. "All of you can leave."

I descended through the rubble, soon finding my crushed body. It would be painful getting out, but I was sure I could do it. Bracing myself, I went back.

Painful was an understatement.

This was — by far — the worst pain I had ever experienced. Agonizing was a better word for the current pain, yet still wasn't enough to describe the pain. I managed to shift slightly, worsening the pain. Breathing was difficult. I pushed myself up, every bit of me screaming in protest. I had been crushed by a burning building, what could I expect? The rubble was heavy, but something lifted some of the weight away. Then it was gone altogether. I sighed, wondering who it was. An annoyingly familiar voice made me grind my teeth.

"Why didn't you just teleport out?"

"Slenderman… why the fuck would you save me?"

"You're interesting," he chuckled. "No other reason."

I managed to shift into a sitting position, and my body began re-aligning and healing once I ate some metal and a few precious minerals. Rubies were a new thing here, and — so far — one of my favorite precious gems. I laid on my back in the grass, and saw white-face looking down at me. I sighed.

"Thank you for saving me," I said flatly, returning my gaze to the sky.

"You wanted a truce."

"Yes, not attacking one another, physically, mentally, or any other way. I didn't want saving in times of agony. I would've eventually gotten out of there by myself, you didn't need to step in."

He was silent. I hated him, and I hoped he hated me, but we were under a truce until one of us hurt the other. I felt a sharp pain in my heart again, and saw a black slithery thing coated in my purple blood.

"So it is purple…"

"You could have asked, you know. Next time you hurt me purposefully, our truce ends and I'm going to kill you." He laughed. It was a pure laugh, he was amused. I growled, and the laugh softened to nothing. "So what are those things, anyway?"

I saw his head turn as if looking over his shoulder, then turned back to me. "They are my tentacles, for strangling and ripping apart victims."

"Oh. Well, I'm not gonna say that's weird, I've known weirder."

"Care to tell?"

"I'd rather you hunt me again," I said, before teleporting to the skyscraper rooftop again.

I was tired. Materializing a bed, I flopped down, pulled the covers over myself, and rested. Sleep gladly took me, and gave me dreams — no, nightmares — as I slept. Slenderman was chasing me, then Jeff, then that black and white and gray clown. I had determined it to be a clown, just by the way it was dressed and its laugh. My heart was racing in fear when I woke from the nightmares, and I sat up, angry that I had such awful nightmares, and most of all, that they scared me.

"Sleep well?"

"What the fuck do you want, Slenderman? I'm trying to sleep," I whined.

"Your dreams are quite fascinating."

"You were watching me!?"

"I was watching your dream. I had almost forgotten what I looked like. It is strange how, with all you've seen, you're afraid of me."

"Great… you have a high form of telepathy. Just what I need," I groaned sarcastically.

A cold tentacle wrapped around my ankle, and pulled me out of bed, leaving the sheets behind. I looked back at my settling blanket, and growled at Slenderman. I had my dagger out in an instant, and tried to slice the thing grabbing me, but another one stabbed me through the stomach. His white head tilted slightly, he was really making me angry. He was acting so innocent as if amused by what he was doing. Our truce was over. I twisted in the air and used his chest as springboard and rolled to the foot of my bed, dematerializing it. Blood flowed freely from the wound where he had put the tentacle through me. I materialized two swords, both for me, and it was time. My second form: everything about me turned to the negative spectrum, even my clothes. I let it take hold on my soul, and crouched low, ready to spring. My skin had turned a mottled white, and my gradient hoodie faded dark green to white, my hair was a light gray now. My white, glowing eyes had turned black.

"Interesting. You made yourself look like me. What are you playing at?"

"I still have a face," I growled.

I waited, wanting him to make the first move, but when nothing was happening, I growled and sidled a little closer, then lunged at him. He teleported and I felt claws cut into my stomach. I knew where to go. I teleported both of us to the forest, and slipped out of his grasp, my innards threatening to spill out.

Come on, heal… heal!

"You are already losing, why bring us to my home?"

I met him with silence. I had been caught off guard, and I knew here would be a better place to fight. No other place would be better. I breathed deeply, and lunged for him again, teleporting just before I reached him to be right behind him, and swung, my sword digging hungrily into his side. Then he teleported, and I was ready for the claws. I jumped upward, a tentacle catching me. I thrashed, then grew my tail and wings, and slashed his face with my tail. His mouth ripped open, and another tentacle moved in, the one around my throat likely not enough to hold me for long. I swung my sword at the one currently holding me, and hit the mark, effectively shortening the appendage. It was a beautiful sight to see him hurt. Claws swung at me as I was dropped a good meter or so to the ground, and caught my wing. It ripped a vertical line in the membrane. I gulped down a few gems, and felt my wounds healing a little. It was enough. This was done while avoiding tentacles and Slenderman's claws-for-fingers, and I was amazed I could even do it.

"Are you ready to give up yet, Night Hunter?"

"Hush, Slenderman, this is nowhere near over," I hissed.

This time, we both lunged, and I met the challenge gracefully. Slipping between his claws was simple enough, and I brought my two swords around and in, slicing his abdomen wide open. I teleported away, then saw his hands carefully inspect the twin wounds I had given him. His head was down, then directed toward me, and I could feel his gaze on me. I tilted my head just as he had done, and smiled. It was quickly gone, as the ringing started again, and the screeching, garbled static filled my vision. I growled, my own battle cry making him double over and hold his head in pain. His affected me longer, and I found myself under a purple-stained dress-slack-covered knee. He had purposefully put his knee into my abdomen, squashing my innards. The scream flew from my lips before I could realize what was happening. A hand closed around my throat, and I felt the fingers turn into claws and slice my head off cleanly, although some of my neck was in discs on the ground.

I had lost.

In all the time I had been alive, I had not lost a fight. I had won, one way or another. I had played mind games with my friends in my downtime to improve my fighting skills, I had practiced on enchanted training dummies and fought the things as if my life depended on it, and sometimes, it did; the dummies could fight back if the one training desired so. I was weakened as I came here, no longer was I as strong and undefeated as I was back home. But then, life had been boring. I had lost… I had lost! I wanted to scream just for the sake of screaming, but I was dead, merely a ghost. I saw Slenderman inspecting my body, and saw one of the discs roll into place, as if I was returning. Slowly, all the discs and my head lined up as the wounds closed, and I was pulled back, waking up and staring at Slenderman, now back to normal. Ringing hit my ears and static filled my vision again, and I groaned, still in pain. It stopped, and I saw a white, bony hand extended to me.

"No thanks. I'm gonna just lay here. Not taking help from you…"

"Why not?"

"Because we're both hypocrites. I loved attention and now I hate it. You wanted to kill me, and did, and now you're helping me?"

"It is just the way we are. Things change."

"Yeah, and my appearance doesn't."

He teleported away, and returned, pulling me along, to where, I didn't know. I saw a little shack, something more of a shed, which was likely where we were going. I began walking, too hungry to argue, and was pushed into sitting on an old sofa. I materialized some gems and minerals and metals, and heard something outside.

Drip.

Water?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Is there a leak in the roof or something?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Hmm. It's raining."

"Just like the day I woke up here… I guess I should thank you for bringing me here. So, thanks. I'd be in a lot of pain right now if I wasn't here."

"The rain can sting if the wind blows hard enough."

"Oh, I never told you— well, that's a good thing, actually…"

"Something you want to tell me?"

"Not exactly, but you'll find out eventually, anyway."

I got up and opened the door. The rain was coming down hard. I stepped closer to the spot where the overhand ended, and put my hand out in the rain. I hissed, and pulled my hand back, then showed it to him before it could heal.

"I'm hurt by the rain and it can literally melt me if I'm not careful."

"Just rain?"

"Water too."

"You are telling me your weakness, you do realize."

"Yes…"

"Which I can use to my advantage."

"You already have advantages aplenty over me. Why not just add another to the list?"

I teleported back to the sofa and sat down, watching him walk in. I looked over at him, not moving my head, he was carrying a glass of water. Was he going to splash it on me?

"No, you have suffered enough at my hands today," he chuckled.

"Huh… okay… so what do you do all the time?"

"It is a lot like what you do, except I eat humans instead of saving them."

"I've heard some stories about what has happened. People that come here never escape, because of you, right?"

"A few others live in this forest. Jeff the Killer, and his recent 'prodigy,' Jane the Killer."

I tensed at the name. I was surprised, was it the Jane I knew?

"Laughing Jack, the one who set off the dynamite I planted in that building, lives in his own dimension."

"You set the explosives and you had him detonate them? Talk about framing… but, I'm worried about Jane the Killer."

"How so?"

"I knew a human, her name was Jane. Did Jane the Killer have a spouse before she met Jeff?"

"Yes, his name was Garry."

I nearly threw up, and no-face must have noticed. Tears welled in my eyes, poor Jane… she had been forced to become a killer.

"Why are you crying?"

"That bastard… I'm going to kill him…"

I got up, and went outside onto the porch. It was raining. So I waited, and I felt a tentacle wrap around my arm.

"What," I asked, impatient.

"Who are you going to kill?"

"Jeff, that's who! He took Jane and made her a killer!"

"Her mind is not what it used to be. Your attempt to free her will be fruitless. She lives with Jeff because he is the only one besides the rest of us that accepts her."

Anger welled up inside me, making the tears fall harder.

"You're all monsters… and I hate all of you," I said, wrenching my arm out of the grip of the tentacle. "If I ever see any of you again, I'm going to use every bit of strength I have in destroying your existence. Even you, Slenderman."

He caught my shoulder before I could leave, and I screamed, whirling around and punching him. I missed, he caught it easily, and I just crumbled. I teleported to Garry, hoping he wouldn't mind me staying overnight.

"Enderbrina?"

"I'm sorry, Garry… I didn't know until it was too late…"

"Don't cry," he said, his voice was weak. "Please, come over here…"

I picked myself up and went over to Garry, he was in bed. I saw wounds all over him, he was bleeding out. I sighed, and tried to pull power from around me. It was useless. So the only thing I could do to heal him was turn to my second form. I spread my hand above his wounds, and the healing flowed into him. His eyes never left mine, and when the wounds were gone, he breathed in deeply, sitting up as I returned to normal. I was tired, hungry, and perfectly miserable.

"What's wrong, Enderbrina?"

"Jane. Jeff the Killer took her… and she lives with him now…"

"How do you know this?"

"The day I chased after a gunman who tried to shoot me, I was drugged into sleep and woke up next to a forest. It was the very forest that multiple, unexplained disappearances have happened. I went in, and met him."

"Who?"

"Slenderman."

Garry laughed. "He isn't real."

"I assure you, I am quite real," I heard the deep, silky voice from behind me. "I am surprised, Night Hunter, you managed to heal his wounds."

"Shut up," I growled. "I don't care how much pain and torture you put me through, you will not touch Garry."

"I had no intention of doing so."

And he was gone. Garry was in a cold sweat, and he looked at me in fear. I sighed.

"I am not with him, Garry. You can trust me. I promise I will do everything in my power to keep him from you. Darkness can help, right Darkness?"

A humanoid with glowing eyes like mine formed next to me, a representation of Darkness.

"Yes, I can and will help you, Garry. You have nothing to worry about. I will even stay with you during the day, if you like."

"P-please, even if it's only for a day."

"Garry," Darkness cooed, "I am always present. You need only call me, you are a friend of Enderbrina's, so you are a friend of mine."

Garry nodded, and he sighed. "Supernatural forces are so… so strange. In a good way, usually, but I guess not here in our sleepy little city," he chuckled.

"Garry, I have to go. Darkness, if he gets hurt, let me know immediately. I need to go… talk, with Slenderman."

I teleported to the edge of the forest where the thick overhead foliage would keep the rain from pelting me, and walked around the forest, hearing dead silence. I knew Slenderman was watching me, and I simply walked among the trees, hearing the patter of rain on the trees. Then I stopped, and got an idea, smirking.

"Well, if nobody's out here… maybe I can just…"

I teleported to the cabin that Slenderman had dragged me to before and made myself at home. He wasn't there, and I wondered why he didn't live in a better place. The roof leaked in a few spots, and there were burn marks on the wall from flames that had gotten out of hand in the fireplace. I decided I wouldn't kill him quite yet, impressed by just how small this place was.

"What are you doing here, Night Hunter?"

"Waiting out the rain. Why do you live in such a… run down little shack?"

"I'm not an architect."

"Clearly."

I teleported outside, using my telekinesis as an umbrella, and did the same for Slenderman when he teleported outside, I could feel his glare on me,

"Do you have anything precious to you in the shack?"

"Why?"

I shrugged, "I'm gonna give it an upgrade, you could say. Get anything you consider precious, and return to that spot."

He was gone, then returned. I didn't see anything in his hands, and smirked.

"Why are you doing this?"

"As much as I hate you, nobody should have to live in conditions like these. Consider it a favor."

I envisioned something a bit more regal, almost like a small castle. Using materialization, I tore down the little shack and began building up the frame with sturdy oak wood, then a stainless steel coating over the wood for more sturdiness, and finally, perfectly white marble walls, and put insulation inside the walls for help during the hard months of heat and freezing cold. Once the outside was done, I teleported inside and returned all the furniture, but it contrasted the marble and ivory carpet, it was a deep burgundy color. A small side-room became my next interest, and I went in, thinking it would be good as bedroom. I set up a mirror, which instantly caught Slenderman's attention as I went about setting up the bedroom, a bed with a dozen pillows and black sheets, a wardrobe, and a closet. There was a bathroom off the side of the bedroom, and I wondered if it would work. Shrugging, I went to the room across the living room and turned it into a small kitchen of sorts, and decided it was finished.

"All set. I hope you like it."

"Again, why?"

"I was just hoping it might deter you from attacking me or Garry. Well, bye."

"Wait. Stay."

I laughed. "Stay with you? Yeah, like that will ever happen."

I left, heading back to Garry's apartment. When I got there, I saw cookies piled high on a plate in the kitchen.

"Garry," I called out.

"I'll be right there!"

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and smiled as I saw Garry looking at me, flipping on the lights in the small living room.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Just fine, thanks!"

We spent the rest of the night talking and making cookies. I was glad to hang out with Garry, he had just lost his wife. He needed a good friend, but I could tell he was acting strong. I felt sorry for him, he was alone now.

I was determined to be the good friend, I would want the same from him.

*Did ya like it? I'm trying my best at this stuff... I'm not super familiar with Slender so I gotta do my research... anyway, fave, follow, leave a review if you like, and I'll see ya in the next chapter! Thanks for reading! Really, thank you, it means a lot.*