Disclaimer: Creepypasta characters belong to their rightful owners, aka not me. Nick and Vivian belong to me. Any and all depictions are headcannons so I apologize if they aren't correct.

Nick messed with the pipe in his hand, circling it above the table just barely touching it. He was being silent, his buzz from his early morning cigarette wearing off. He wished that Vivs didn't have to work because she was more of a people person than he was when he was sober. At the moment it wasn't a problem, everything was pretty much silent and normal. Plus he had promised his friend that he would stop overdoing it as much and he cared too much about what she thought than most anything else. After what he helped her through, he thought she deserved that, even though she doesn't remember the story quite as accurate as she should. She was younger after all. That was saying a lot considering she had about three years on him.

At the moment, he was alone in the kitchen. He didn't really know their names, he was smashed when he learned them, so he decided to lean back and crack a window and silently filled his pipe, just as he started to hear them again.

Masky walked into the room, wandering about some things about the rooms. Some, if not most, were locked and when he tried to pick one, he had been shocked. It was rather annoying, considering that she only said the basement was off limits. He smelled smoke and cocked his head, walking further into the room. He saw their second housemaster smoking on a pipe. He scrunched up his nose in his mask and walked over to a window and started to unlatch it to open it when a hand landed on his. He growled and looked at Nick. He had a goofy grin on his face but he looked rather serious.

"Look man…I am not a rules kind of guy. But this good shit," he waved his pipe "is as illegal as what you guys do. Vivs lets me do this in the house…gods that girl is amazing. Anyways, she allows only maybe one window to be cracked because it doesn't look too suspicious," Nick said before he let go of his hand.

Masky snapped his arm back and Nick was pretty sure the guy was glaring at him, he might have even heard a snarl. Talk about a buzz kill. With that in mind he sighed and put out his bud. "Fine. I will just smoke in my room."

The masked one seemed pleased at this small victory and Nick looked plain peeved. He was barely high enough to get rid of the visions and voices but it would do. He just couldn't be bothered with the stairs right now. So he would go to the next best thing: alcohol. He walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of tequila. He looked over at the time and put it back. Vivian would kill him for doing shooters with her. He rummaged for a little bit before pulling out vodka and daiquiri mix. He didn't care if it was girly, a good strawberry daiquiri with a little too much vodka was a good way to relax. He was being watched right now, but the man had sat at a bar stool seeming to follow his every move. Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, putting on some dubstep. Yeah this would work out just nicely.

He was in the middle of making his own concoction of strawberry and pineapple juice when Masky spoke up.

"Will you make me one too please," he said.

Nick turned back and saw that he had moved the mask away from his face but just enough to be able to drink. He could tell now that he was an older man, maybe even older than Vivian. His retort about age and drinking went down the drain and he just gave a goofy smile.

"Sure thing," Nick responded "I like having a drinking buddy!"

Masky grunted in return and continued watching Nick rummage around. In the next minute or so two dark red drinks were in front of them and Nick was sitting on the counter. He clinked his glass to the other's and grinned again.

"Welcome to the house! WOO!"

Masky couldn't help but chuckle this time at the man's enthusiasm and he returned the clink of his own glass to his. It was more of a respect thing, seeing as he might be a killer, but his manners weren't totally dead. Nick took a big drink of his while Masky just sipped. He listened to the other yammer on about random things ranging from head freezes to Vivian. Masky had to note the man's dedication to detail when it came to the girl. He began to wonder if they were really married by common law or just really REALLY close friends. He wasn't about to ask because he really couldn't care less unless he was told in passing.

Nick stopped talking long enough for Masky to start messing with his mask. Nick was curious, to be understated actually. He really wanted to know if he actually had a face behind that freaky mask. So he decided to ask., bluntly.

"So...is you face as messed up as that mask," he asked, grinning like the idiot he was.

Masky glared at him. Of course he knew what he looked like, but to an outsider it wasn't important to know. He made a point of not answering the man by looking out the window, huffing at his statement. There wasn't any way that he would answer that statement. The only people that knew what he looked like under the mask were The Operator and Hoodie. He thinks that Toby might have seen him once, but there was no way to determine what he really saw. Even if that's the case, Toby never mentioned it. The boy wasn't as stupid as he acted.

"Fine. Fine. Whatever. Just must always be stuffy behind there. One hell of a tan line!"

Nick started to laugh at his own joke even though the other male had no interest in it. Masky didn't understand this man at all. He didn't understand why it had to be these people. Sure the house was off in distance from any major roads or towns. Sure it was a rather large house. Probably the best part was having a quiet pretty girl around but it wasn't even enough when compared to her obnoxious roommate.

He finished his drink and stood up. Nick started to question where he was going, but he received no answer in return. Nick frowned deeply but just chuckled to himself. These people were creepy to say the least. He didn't care what they did for a living or what's with all the secrecy. All he knew was that with them came a strange sort of aura. Like some of them...weren't even really alive and there.

-later that evening-

"Nick! I brought burritos," Vivian yelled up. She looked around after she realized she heard no answer. In fact everything seemed really quiet.

She shrugged it off and continued to the kitchen. She turned on the light and jumped. In the corner was the tall, faceless man. He was looking out the window as far as she could tell. The being freaked her out the most. The way he wore a suit was what freaked her out the most. She hated suits...she wasn't even sure why. It was an internal thing that...came along about the time she first met Nick. She felt the need to just back out silently and just put the food in the living room and eat there. However, the being had turned and faced her. Even though he had no eyes she somehow knew that he was looking straight at her.

She found her voice after a moment but it was small, "I um...brought dinner home.."

Vivian set down the bags of burritos and sighed softly. She was exhausted from a long day at work and she really couldn't deal with anything right now.

"Thank you."

She jumped at the dark voice that entered her head. It struck fear in her heart and he seemed to notice.

"I apologize...it's why I choose to speak through my proxies," Slenderman stated as he walked towards her.

"I-it's ok. It just surprised me," She said softly.

"I just wanted to take time to personally thank you for being so understanding in such short notice. You have done us a great favor."

"Really. It's not that big of deal. Nick is barely here most of the time. A little extra company actually-"

She stopped and physically jumped away when she saw how close he was, towering over her. She had almost knocked over one of the chairs. The reaction actually surprised the being quite a bit. She had reacted to Jeff with little to know trouble and even to the threat of his proxies the same way. He wasn't even that close to her and he wasn't even doing anything just standing there. But there she was staring up at him with as much fear as on of his victims. This wasn't ideal for him at all. He wasn't there to scare them into submission, not when they didn't need it. He was trying to be as polite as possible to her since it was her house.

He reached towards her to help right her, and it was like she slapped him when she scream and dropped to her knees holding her head. He was frowning to himself. What had he done?

"Go away! Stop touching me!"

Nick slid into the room and flipped the light on. He was panting showing that he had ran down the stairs. He made a bee line to Vivian and held her tight even though she fought.

"What did you do," he yelled up at Slenderman.

By this time the proxies has made their way down to see the deal. So a black tendril found it's way into Masky.

"I didn't do anything. I was trying to help her up," he responded in a confused tone.

Nick growled and shook his head. After about an hour he came back downstairs. He knew he had some explaining to do so when he turned the corner he beat them to the bush.

"She hates suits."