*So, as you likely know if you've read about the other three brothers, there is one called Trenderman. He has an accent (I'm not entirely sure if its French or English) but because Enderbrina doesn't even know what "English" or "French" is, she just labels it as an accent. Enjoy!*

I could only barely see the other three men, unable to get a good look at them. The joyful voice spoke again.

"It's so good to see you!"

"Hello, Splendor."

"Boring as always, I see," said a gravelly voice. "Where's Janey? I saw her last time we were here, not too long ago."

"Out. Everyone is, in fact."

"Who's that in the chair behind you, then?" That voice sounded more friendly, with a more pronounced accent than the Bloody Painter's, with a good helping of sass.

Slenderman stepped out of the way, revealing me. I waved shyly to the three "Slenders" in the room. One wore a similar tuxedo with multicolored polka-dots and a top hat. His face wasn't blank, it had a white mask with a happy face. I assumed he was Splendorman, just the way he was dressed and his jovial mask made his overall appearance — nearly literally — scream happiness. Looking at the next brother, he wore a dark brown… sweater? Polo? I couldn't tell what exactly his shirt was, but he wore some light tan pants that looked like fancy khakis and dress shoes that were the same color as his shirt. What surprised me, though, was that he wore glasses. I didn't doubt they had eyes, but being supernatural normally didn't come with many physical downsides, if any. I didn't know his name, but he was definitely someone who cared a lot about style. When I looked at the third brother, something instantly felt off. He was definitely a shady character. A fedora covered his — no doubt invisible — face from the nose up, a sharp-toothed smile always there. He wore a trench coat, some black slacks, and a simple pair of black shoes. A black tie hung down from his neck.

"I'm Enderbrina."

"What are you doing in that awful outfit," asked the one in glasses.

I kept my mouth shut, not knowing what to say.

"Trender, that's no way to greet such a lovely lady," said the one in the trench coat.

"Don't even start, Offender. No lady would ever consent to being with you."

"I think she looks wonderful! Carefree and comfortable," Splendorman said, "Don't you think, Trender?"

I felt him staring at my dark clothing, feeling very self-conscious. I was anything but comfortable at this point, and began to blush involuntarily. I made the connection that the one with glasses was Trenderman, and the one with the trench coat was Offenderman. I only hoped I was right, but it seemed Trenderman was in designer clothes. So that would mean he was "trending" or "trendsetting," right?

"I know for a fact that her outfit is dreadfully out of date, just like yours, Slender. I already told you to change that last time we were all in one place, and look at you! Still in the same suit and tie! It shouldn't take more than a hundred years to find something new that you like!"

"You can't change my mind about it."

I was confused and overwhelmed. I turned and walked outside, fidgeting, until I saw Offenderman had followed me and was smoking a cigarette. I glanced at him nervously, keeping my eyes trained on the ground. Before I knew it, he was beside me, a purple rose shoved in my face.

"A lovely rose, for a lovely lady," he said, his voice had changed from gravelly to smooth.

"Um… no thanks, Offenderman…" I wasn't taking anything from this guy, he was way too shady for my liking.

"It's just a rose, no harm if you take it," he persisted. "And please, call me Smexy."

"U-uhm…"

Something clicked; I knew his full name wasn't Offenderman. I took a step back and called out mentally to Slenderman, who was by my side in moments. The purple rose was slapped away, onto the ground.

"Do not touch her," he growled.

"Of course not, Slender, you know I only offer ladies a beautiful rose."

"She isn't yours."

"And you think she's yours?"

"I am his," I growled back, taking Slenderman's hand. "Something tells me your full name isn't Offenderman."

That sharp-toothed grin widened. "Smart girl… you're correct, it isn't. It's Sexual Offenderman, but like I told you, call me Smexy."

I felt a light dizziness and we were back in the living room. For the rest of the day, I stayed near Slenderman, always holding his hand firmly while "Smexy" was in the room.

"So, you're the new Creepypasta, right? Your name is so different!"

Splendorman had offered to keep my company while Slenderman had to go out on some sort of business, which I didn't get to know about. "Actually, I'm not a Creepypasta, I'm from one of this world's video games. It's really strange and… uncomfortable to talk about."

"Well you're obviously not human," Trenderman stated, measuring my arms and head. "You have similar physique to both humans and us, surprisingly."

"I guess you could say I'm almost like a mixture of the two. Whoever made my kind for the video game, my previous home, got some inspiration from a fan that was really into Slenderman and his legend."

"A mixture?"

"I wasn't always this way. At some point I was just almost tall as Slenderman is normally, but then my brother changed me. I found my new body to be strange at the time, but I'm used to it now."

Sorry to bother you, but you said you left a bowl with gemstones for me in the kitchen?

Yes, my dear, help yourself.

Thanks.

"I'm a bit hungry, Slender left some snacks for me in the kitchen. Is it okay if I go get them?"

"Of course, I've been waiting to measure your legs!"

"Okay then…" I stood up and went into the kitchen, Trenderman on my heels.

I could practically feel his tape measure unrolling and re-rolling as he continued measuring me. I saw the small bowl filled with precious gems, nearly salivating at the delicious, uncut beauties. I picked the bowl up and turned around, halfway through a bite of the ruby on top when I saw Splendorman had followed, both of the protecting brothers confused at what they saw. I ate the ruby, still so self-conscious.

"Uh… what," I asked.

"Slender didn't tell us you ate precious gems."

"Well I could tell you more about it… if you want."

"Please do."

They must have teleported back to the living room. Slenderman had said to keep my abilities a secret until he got back, so I couldn't grow my wings and tail, which was getting a bit uncomfortable. I followed on foot, sitting back down as Trenderman scribbled away at a notepad. I explained how I hadn't eaten humans until I met Slenderman, getting a groan from Trenderman when the explanation was over.

"Is that why you wear such awful clothing, Enderbrina? Really, hon, it looks awful, and that lipstick so doesn't match it."

"This isn't lipstick… my lips are just naturally purple and my skin is naturally black. It's because of my diet, and if I don't eat gems and minerals and such, I become really sick until I do get some." I was becoming frustrated. I liked my dark clothing, and no matter what Mr. I-Know-Everything-About-Fashion said, I was not changing my opinion. "I get it, you're the 'fashion master,' but I really don't think I need to wear anything different. In fact, my entire kind wears stuff like this. Plus, it's easy to fight in these clothes. The fabric stretches plenty and still retains its shape."

"You mean you're naturally black and purple?"

"Yes. Can't you work with that? I like green and blue as well."

"I have something that would look perfect on you!"

I sighed, happy to have somewhat satisfied at least one of the brothers. I looked over at Splendorman, his tentacles had appeared. I saw bells on the end of them, even the slightest movement made them jingle happily.

"What am I supposed to do now," I wondered aloud.

"Knock knock," Splendorman giggled.

"Who's there," I replied, knowing how these jokes usually went.

"Boo!"

"Boo who?"

"Don't cry, Enderbrina!"

I cracked a smile, seeming to satisfy Splendorman as he kept telling me jokes. His happiness was contagious. I felt an intrusion in my mind, and knew it was Slenderman.

You may tell them, I will be back momentarily.

"Finally!"

"I didn't say finally."

"Sorry, orange who?"

"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

I laughed. "Okay, everyone knows that one. But… I said finally, because Slenderman is coming back, which means I can tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Well, all of you…"

The other two brothers appeared in the room shortly after, and I grew my wings and tail, stretching the appendages.

"Ah, that's better…"

"She has wings…"

"And a tail," I heard Slenderman say behind me. "She also can do something I would have never imagined another being could do."

"What's that?"

I teleported backwards to stand by him. "I can teleport just like all of you."

"SHE. HAS. WINGS," Trenderman screeched, obviously upset. "I can't believe I didn't see that as an option! I thought the two holes in the back of her shirt seemed odd, but I assumed it was similar to tentacles or maybe she was really obsessed with you. But wings!"

"Well, I'm the first one with wings you want to design clothes for, aren't I?"

"You're right… This could be a whole new line of clothing, and I'll need a name for the new line!"

"Well, you've certainly made his… day, or month…"

"What a freak of a woman," Smexy growled. "Beastly, even."

"Keep your hands off me," I warned. "I may look like I'm only fifty, but I assure you, I have plenty of abilities at my disposal that can keep even fuckers like you at bay."

"And a sharp tongue. Even better," he retorted, grinning wide.

"I bet the humans think you're scary, Enderbrina!"

"They do, Splendor. But, not as terrifying as any of you might seem. One of the humans I killed recently was too entranced by me as I went to kill it."

"Well, you are beautiful, my dear," Slenderman chuckled. "Fatally so, it seems."

I giggled. "Guilty." I stretched my wings, eyeing Splendorman, who was currently trying to get Offenderman to listen to his jokes. "Hey, Splendor, you wanna see something cool?"

"Of course! What is it?"

"It's a surprise, but I can't really do it in here. I need a lot of space for it."

I teleported outside, Splendorman quickly following as I walked down the stairs. There wasn't a cloud in sight, and before hearing about Slenderman's brothers visiting, I had planned to go for a quick flight.

"Seems like today is going perfectly for me. I get to meet new people, and I still get to do my favorite thing."

"Do it already! I'm dying to see!"

"I think you're my favorite of the brothers, Splendor, you're definitely the most fun out of the four of you."

I jumped into the air for the first time in what felt like months, feeling the air rush over my wings. I looked down to see Splendorman's face, but couldn't quite gauge what it looked like from my altitude. I flew lower, seeing his face turn from surprise to glee. I hovered for a moment, and then landed near him.

"I knew those wings weren't just for show! My little bro is really lucky."

"Perhaps there is something from the human world you'd like? I might not be defined as a killer there quite yet, so name it and I'll get it for you."

"Anything!?"

"Anything."

"A ukulele!"

"Uh… okay."

I flew off, landing on the outskirts of town, and wandered around, greeting a few who were out walking. I was surprised I had managed to keep up my facade for so long, and went into a music store, asking if they had any ukuleles for sale. The clerk pointed to some shelves, and there was a wide range of them there. I picked one up, giving the strings a gentle strum. I tested a few of them, until I found one I hoped Splendorman would like, and decided on it.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Can you do me a favor, instead?"

"I would rather pay for it, sir. I have the money."

"Well, uh…"

I sighed. Materializing two one-kilogram bars of gold, I set them on the counter and left, sure it would be more than enough to cover the cost. I teleported back to the forest, and held out the ukulele to Splendorman.

"Here you go! I hope you like it."

"It's wonderful, thank you!"

I felt happy that he was enjoying the instrument so far, not that it had been a hassle to get it. He began strumming a tune and singing. I giggled at hearing Offenderman's voice yelling at him to stop it. They weren't a normal family, that was for sure, but they were quite funny. Slenderman appeared beside me as I headed off to our bedroom.

"You've made two of my brothers happy. I know Splendor likes you, but I'm not quite sure about Trender. You've given him an idea for a line of clothing, but that doesn't mean he will like you just because of that. Offender, he only likes you for your looks."

"I've figured that out. Hey, what about everyone else?"

"I just informed them they were safe to come out."

"So how did Offender know about Jane?"

"The week you were unconscious, they visited for a day. This time, however, they are staying. I do not know how long their visit will last, but if Offender tries anything, let me know."

"I will, but he won't get to me without me knowing it."

"How do you know?"

"He doesn't dress like you," I said, tilting my head enough to look at Slenderman walking beside me. Sure enough, no ever-present sharp smile was there. "Plus your voices sound completely different."

"You can tell us apart just by our voices?"

"I can. Splendor has a higher-pitched voice than the rest of you, its obvious enough to me. Offender has two, gravelly when he's just about, but then when he's trying to woo a woman, it turns deep and smooth. A lot like yours, but his is deeper, almost where its menacing. Trender has an accent, and his voice sounds kinda friendly."

"Interesting."

"I'm a monster, I have better senses than the average human."

"That is true."

Once in pajamas, I laid facing Slenderman, who moved me closer to him. I blushed, and closed my eyes.

"Sleep well, my dear. I shall be here when you wake."

"No way! I will leave!"

"Jane, it's only for a few weeks."

"I don't care! That… thing caused me enough trouble last time! I don't need him clinging to me every hour of the damn day so he can find a good time to get me in bed!"

I was not happy at breakfast that day. There was too much noise. I looked up at Slenderman, who also seemed very disappointed and annoyed. Looking back at the chaos, I thought to him.

I know we're technically a couple…

Yes, and?

Well, I was thinking we could spar today. Not fight, just spar and train our bodies, you know?

If you'd like. I would recommend you use your hands, I may need my tentacles to keep my brothers from causing a fight.

I will, then. After this is over?

By all means. This is grating on my nerves.

I could hear the anger in his tone. I sighed, helping with the dishes once everyone left. Jane had finally agreed to stay with Jeff at all times — if possible. Once the dishes were cleaned and dry, and put away, we were both itching for a fight. We teleported out in the clearing, getting ready before we sparred.

We will have to make sure we do not get carried away in the fight.

I was thinking it would be okay even if we did, I can't defeat you anyway. If I did, you would have either thrown the fight or it would be a fluke.

You are correct, but since becoming my… girlfriend, I feel it would be wrong. Do you not feel the same way?

I tugged on the edge of my sleeve, bringing it back to my wrist. Well, not exactly… my brother used to kill me all the time and we were as close as could be. If we were not adopted siblings, we would likely have been a couple.

Is that so?

Yes, so feel free to treat this like a fight. I know you love me, you know I love you. This is practice, sometimes it can get out of hand.

A low growl sounded from behind me. I knew it was Offenderman, and sighed.

"Hello, Smexy," I said, nearly gagging on the name itself, along with the smell of the cigarettes he always smoked.

"What are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold," his smooth voice cooed. His hands placed themselves on my shoulders. "You should go back in the mansion."

I had tensed as soon as his hands had touched me. "Get… off," I growled.

"What was that, babe?"

"I said GET OFF!"

I whipped around, my sword swinging in. I stopped myself from chopping off his fingers, shoving my sword into his abdomen instead. I took a few steps back, aware of Slenderman close behind me. I realized how different their presences were. Using telekinesis, I twisted the sword and retracted it, letting it fly into my hand.

"That hurt, you little bitch," he growled.

"Good. Stay away from me."

He teleported away, and I looked up at Slenderman, who was still on edge.

"I am glad for that ability of yours. I cannot stand it when he touches you. The other two, I am fine with that."

"It's because of his… 'hobby,' you know that."

"I know. Are you still wanting to do this?"

"Yes. I am sure."

"Ugh… that was brutal…" I laughed, my throat feeling like sandpaper.

"You are hurting because of me."

"I'll be just fine, don't worry! Come on, you've seen this before."

I managed to get onto my feet, still laughing softly. I stretched, my wounds burning. I simply ate some gems and metal, as per usual, and with the nutrients, my body fixed itself, healing over.

"See? I'm fine."

"I still bothers me, I hurt you."

"Slender, I've got a fighter's spirit. It is natural for me to want to fight. Stop being so hard on yourself." I took his hand, walking back to the mansion with him. "If it makes you feel better, I'll fight with Gran from now on."

"That would be best."

"You shouldn't feel so guilty. I'm the one who asked for it."

He didn't answer after that. Jane was reluctantly clinging to Jeff's side as I sat down with Laughing Jack and Sally, finding a handful of orange candies in my hand.

"Thanks, LJ."

"So how did it go," I heard Bloody Painter ask.

"Pretty good. I healed up before I came in, didn't want purple everywhere."

I folded my wings a little, leaning back against the sofa as we watched something normal on the living room TV for once. After remembering they had all waited in Ben's room, I snickered.

"What's so funny?"

"What did everyone think of your room, Ben?"

"They were surprised."

"Yeah, it pretty much drove him crazy when he played his favorite game. Didn't know your… what is it called?"

"Materialization."

"That. None of us knew it could do something like that."

"How do you think I turned bricks into plastic for Sally's stuffed unicorn?"

"Oh. Wow."

The orange candies were soon gone, Sally had been stealing them from me. I didn't mind, sugar was just an extra mineral that wasn't as necessary as others. Night would be coming soon, and just as expected, everyone left the living room. The only ones that stayed were Slenderman's brothers. I knew they were up to something, but I was glad Slenderman had decided to stay up with me.

"Are you not tired, my dear?"

"No, I'm not. I'm surprised to be honest, I thought I would be, after today."

I felt a gloved hand on my wing, and jumped. Splendorman was sitting there, trying to get my attention.

"I hate and love teleportation," I groaned.

I heard Slenderman laugh softly, probably plotting something that would scare me later. Splendorman told me jokes until the sun rose. It seemed he had boundless energy, much like a little kid would. Remembering whose brother he was, I didn't mention that particular thought to him.

This has gone on long enough, Enderbrina. You are supposed to be an ice-blooded, ruthless killer. You can't just sit around with them forever. Go kill some humans, already!

Darkness? What's gotten into you?

You haven't killed in a long time.

I killed last week… geez. I'm not going to kill someone every day!

Is this some ploy, then?

You're the one who controls my power, Darkness… I know you're itching to give me some, but I'm content with what I have right now. Can't you just lay off for a while?

Don't expect me to be generous next time you earn some power.

Okay, that's fine…

I felt Darkness was still there. I heard it sigh, then continue. Sorry. I am enjoying the new you a bit much. I am supposed to be neutral.

And you are, just… calm down. I'll go tonight, okay?

There wasn't much more I enjoyed than making a kill when Darkness was watching. Even better, Slenderman was with me, following invisibly. I picked a house with only two presences in it, assuming it was a guardian and a child. I was correct, and let Slenderman kill the child. I waited in the guardian's bedroom as I waited for Darkness to blanket the room. Once it did, I prodded the sleeping human awake, their scream music to my ears. They were dead in an instant, their head lopped off cleanly. Red coated my platinum sword as I flayed their body and tore off a chunk before meeting up with Slenderman in the hallway. He placed his hand on the top of my head and teleported us back to the mansion, just outside of our bedroom. I cleaned up and changed into my pajamas, not hesitating when I laid down.

You are more comfortable.

Of course… spending so much time with you and your brothers has made me much more comfortable around you, and two of your brothers.

I assume you are excluding Offender?

Yes, I'm sorry, but he is much too forward.

He is my brother, nonetheless. I will treat him as such.

I felt the sun on my face, warming my skin to nearly intolerable temperatures. I sat up, drawing the shade with telekinesis. I felt my face, no damage had been done, thankfully. Slenderman was not in bed beside me, and I couldn't feel his presence anywhere. There were no presences in the mansion whatsoever. Confused, I got up, noticing heat below my feet. I jumped back before they could touch the floor, and saw dark red ground, with pits of fire scattered about, filled with humans writhing in pain. Instantly, I knew I was dreaming, and about Zalgo's realm, no less.

Hell.

"It is alright, your sleeping body is back where it should be. You can move around without going anywhere in the waking world," I heard the six voices say to me.

I looked up to see Zalgo was there. "Oh, good to know… why am I here, in my dreams?"

"You may have a subconscious want to see me, though I don't know why."

"I haven't been gaining power, that could be the reason."

"Darkness also could have sent you here. It may want me to release the Creator within you."

"How did you know about that?"

"It told me. Perhaps I should, it would be delightful to see how you handle yourself as a Creator."

I was not about to let that happen. I had not liked being a Creator when I had to be. I drove me crazy from the boredom I had to endure. Defeating an enemy as a Creator usually took less than five minutes. A short burst of power was all it was, but something so easily able to destroy things was not something I wanted available to me. Zalgo wasn't a threat as far as I was concerned. I decided to change the subject.

"Is… is this really Hell, as I would see it?"

"Being a supernatural of this world, yes. When I eventually end this world, Hell will remain and the sands of time will reset. You and all Creepypastas will come here, and wait until humans roam the Earth again. I create Creepypastas to cause chaos, as that is their purpose, after all."

"Do you know what brought me here, to this world?"

"I am not sure… but any aura on you will have faded too much by now for me to tell you."

"Oh…"

"However, I'm sure you know of the ability of soul manipulation?"

"I used to have it, yes."

"Your memories may tell me something you cannot see."

"By all means, then, take a look."

I felt soulless, shivering at the strange sensation. Memories flashed before my dreaming eyes as he went back to what I could remember of the incident. I couldn't see anything except dark, endless abyss, then waking up to rain. The memory stopped, there was a figure on the other side of the road where I was laying in the rain, one that I had not seen before. The scene went over to the figure, everything still frozen in time. They weren't anybody I knew.

"I have no doubt that this is who brought you to this world. I will have my demons search for them. Would you like any of my demons' protection while the others search?"

"Yes, would you mind sending a few? I'd like one with me at all times."

"Of course. Now, about your Creator self… it may be necessary to release that."

"No, I would rather earn it, thank you."

"Very well."

The rest of the night I stared at the strange figure. Their face was hidden by an aquamarine hoodie, a very strangely specific color, but by their form they were female. She had a neon green shirt on beneath the hoodie and dark navy jeans. Her hands hung by her side, her skin the color of strawberries, without the whitish seeds on it. Her gray hair was even stranger; it was filled with changing words! I was completely confused as to who this was. It wasn't a normal being, that was for sure. Was it someone I knew from my previous home, someone who admired me from this world, or somebody who knew me but not vice versa? Only time would tell; I was more than afraid of what the answer might be. Waking in the morning to two demon mercenaries of Zalgo's would be a welcome sight.

*Ah, things are picking up! Now be patient, I do have to make you wait, don't I? :P Anyway, Follow, Favorite, Review, and I'll see you in the next chapter!*