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Vivian didn't understand why she was all alone at this point. She had been woken up by Nick before he left for some DJ gig. He wasn't always a mooch, but he only accepted work he wanted to do. Of course this meant that he didn't always have money for rent or anything, but he always had something. Besides she didn't have it in her to kick him out. The spirits around her told her not to for whatever reasons. He had left a few days ago and since then even their new house guests had been AWOL. Things were rather silent...she found it unnerving. She flipped on some music and the symphony classical musics played through the speakers softly through the house. This calmed her nerves enough to finish the dishes that were left in the dishwasher. Putting them away slowly and quietly, lost in thought. She had a terrible nightmare the day she freaked out. She didn't remember exactly what it was about, but she saw a suit. Why suits? An article of clothing was enough to send her screaming into the night? It didn't make sense at all. For that matter, had she dreamed the monochrome clown up as well? She wouldn't believe this was true, not when a guy with no eyelids and a permanent smile was walking around the house. Perhaps this would be the time to go to her favorite place in the world: her basement. A smile spread on her purple lips and dishes were put away a lot faster.

The witch walked over to the door that led to the stairs. She had the only key to the rustic, out of place looking door with weird incantations on them. Of course this was all for show, for her clients. She pulled out the creepy looking keys and began to unlock the door.

"Well hello there."

She squeaked and dropped the keys at the sudden voice behind her. She put her back to the door, hiding the unlocked handle. She was truthful in saying no one was allowed in there unless she gave them access. More like granted.

In front of her stood what looked like clones of Slenderman. One wore a suit but it had colorful dots on it as well his face looked like he had drawn on a smilely face. Her eyes wondered to the other one. He looked like one of those shady guys she would avoid at a bar or alone at night walking alone. He also had an actual mouth. Her only thought was 'Oh great...there's more of them."

"Um...Hi," she said in a soft, unsure voice, "Are you...here with the others?"

It felt like a stupid thing to ask honestly. Of course they were with them, but she had to make sure. Some of them probably had enemies, if not all of them. If anything Slender could probably split off into other beings for better killing range, but the way they "looked" at her as if they had never seen her told her otherwise.

The colorful one giggled. He took off his hat and bowed to her in a joyful way. She thinks now she prefers the others. This was just...creepy to say the least.

"We are Slenderman's brothers," he began, "I am Splendorman and this is Offenderman." It was as if he was able to talk no problem without booming in her head.

"Sexual Offenderman," he said with a shit-eating grin. He was actually talking but it was the same booming voice.

"Wait..." she said, obviously in shock about this despite all the others, "Something reproduced more than once to make three of you?" She decided to ignore the other's comment.

"There are more..."

"I don't need to know."

She sighed and picked up the keys, quietly turning to lock the door. She figured they would disperse like the others did once they did the formalities. She pocketed her keys and turned, blinking when she found them still staring down at her. She cursed her shorter stature more than ever right now. Even in her 6-inch stilleto boots she was only about 5'2". She cleared her throat and didn't move. Not with the Splendor right there...wearing a suit. He cocked his head as if studying her and she swore the other was laughing softly.

"Seems he was correct," Splendorman stated thoughtfully, "Dear, I hope you will confide in me why the clothing bothers you."

She stared up at him. Something in his tone made it sound like he already knew when she didn't even know. She hated that. She looked away and forced herself to move past him. He didn't move away more than letting her pass by, going up the stairs without another word.

"Hmm...I like her."

"You heard brother," he chastised, "I knew this wouldn't work."

"Whatever squirt. I'm out."

Offender gave one look towards the stairs before he disappeared in the shadows, leaving dead petals in his wake. The other white man soon left as well.

*Later that day*

The sound of a crash startled her meditation. She heard what sounded like a voice that was being shredded through a bad phone reception before another crash. She sighed softly. BEN had been trying to move around some computers and stuff for the past few days. She hadn't offered to help because she had been holed up at her desk job, and Nick hadn't been here. No one else of his kind made any move to help him so now she felt like she was obligated. She stood up and blew out her candles before exiting. The best room to have him for what he did was the second floor. The first didn't have anything but an office room and that was already in use for Nick's gaming stuff. Once she exited she saw the green man bent over, odd static filling around the now broken computer.

"Would like any help," she questioned softly.

She saw him twitch and look back with wide eyes. Had she...just scared him? Certainly he wasn't like the others. He looked a lot younger, but her understanding was that while most were stuck at a certain age, all of them had been living way longer than that...some of them were almost a century old. So to entertain the idea that these were children was ludicrous. Apparently one was so young she mostly shows up as just a little girl, however, she had understood Masky telling Nick that they could all somewhat change their age and appearance as they need fit, but most didn't do it.

"Sorry...didn't mean to sneak up on you," she said looking away.

"Don't apologize," he grunted, "that's pathetic."

She couldn't help but smile. He only said it because she knew he was trying to hide his embarrassment. It was very clear by the way he blushed slightly, if that was what she saw.

"I could use help, but could you even lift a computer. I have a few."

She blinked a few times. They weren't that heavy at all, but the witch decided to not add to his embarrassment. She offered a small smile to him again and nodded.

"Where are they," she questioned.

"Back at my room," now he gave her a rather eery grin.

Vivian froze a little bit. Was he really suggesting that she go with him to their actual home? Slender had never confirmed or denied that she couldn't go there, but she figured it wouldn't be the best...or safest thing to do. Looks like she wouldn't be able to help him as she thought.

"Oh," he questioned, "what's this? Little miss witchy afraid?"

"Yes," she answered slowly, "I would be foolish not to be. I wasn't told wether or not we are allowed there. I am very happy to help you, but I won't endanger my life."

Suddenly she was face to face with him. It was as if he had teleported in front of her, yet nothing showed this. He reached and cupped her cheek, a malicious grin on his lips.

"Such fear...We feed on it," he whispered to her, "Think about how more you would give us...when you are in our world..."

She swallowed slowly, feeling like she was swallowing sand. "There will be no 'when'. I'm not going and that's final. I will help you only if you bring the computers here first."

His grin didn't falter, as if he knew something she didn't and she hated that. Being kept in the dark wasn't something she appreciated, especially with these people. She moved to walk away, but he had a grip on her still. From this close, she could see that the blackness on his cheeks were almost a constant running liquid from his eyes. The red pupils in his eyes seemed like static, probably because he was a computer program himself, based on the little she knew about him. She tried to give off a bored expression, but it failed when he backed her into the wall, pressing against her to keep her there. Her heart began to race in panic, more than fear. Why? She didn't know. She knew he had a motive on this, not what she was thinking. Once again this was proven wrong when he leaned in and bit her neck. She whimpered and started to shake rather violently. What was this reaction from? She did worse when she did have sex. She clenched her eyes shut, wanting to push him away, but her arms were lead. Rooted to their spot by her own panic.

"Mm," he hummed suddenly, "Seems the clown wasn't lying. How fun..."

And suddenly he wasn't there in front of her, but kneeling down picking up his computer with ease, like he didn't need help at all. Vivian gave up her plight to help and dashed away from the crazy elf. What was that all about? What had Laughing Jack said? Did something happen after he helped her sleep? This was all too...much. She walked into her room and picked out a bag placing things into it. Nick should be there soon so leaving the house right now wouldn't be so bad. She just...needed out right now. If she came back anytime soon depended on her. She looked at the picture of her and Nick before putting it in the bag. Running wasn't the bravest thing she had ever done, but she was only human. Sure she saw things from time to time, things that would make a lot of people run in fear. Nick dealt with it a lot more than her, that's why he smoked and drank. But not her. She had been thrown into the middle of all of this. She sat down and started to write a note to Nick. Picking up a small dagger she walked to his room and stuck it onto his door. He would know where she was going based on this alone. It didn't matter if he knew...the others just couldn't.

"Ms. Vivian."

She grabbed her bag and shouldered it before she walked down the stairs, ignoring Slenderman. She knew he was following her, once again he was making noise with his steps just for her benefit.

"Ms. Vivian," he tried again. She could tell he was using Masky at the moment, the tone of the voice proved that. "Where are you going?"

Getting to the door, her lips remained sealed. If the white being could frown, he would be doing so. He had already taken care of BEN, however if the girl left right now it would be dangerous for her. It wasn't as if they didn't have enemies within their own. He shot out a black tentacle and caught her by her bag, versus actually touching her. She stopped abruptly, her hand still on the handle.

"I was under the impression," she started in a soft voice, "I would be allowed to leave when I want. After all I am not your babysitter."

There was malice in her voice. The air around her seemed to thicken and grow dark. He knew angering a witch wasn't a great idea, however, he needed her to understand that he couldn't let her leave right now. Zalgo was on his way and it wouldn't do to have the person he was coming to deal with not here.

"Yes," he confirmed, "this is true. At the moment, our...'employer' is coming very soon and wishes an audience with you. He is not as forgiving as I am. It would be in your best interest to wait to leave until after."

She turned and glared at him over her shoulder. She was right, Masky was his speaker this time. "No. I have had enough for now. He isn't my employer. This is my home. YOU are the guests. Now...let go."

When he didn't do so, she let the bag drop. She had her wallet in her garter under her dress anyways. She opened the door, but it slammed shut. Hoody stood there, his hand firmly against the door, blocking her way out.

"I wish to not use force, Ms. Vivian," the being said, placing a hand on his chest, "He is already here. This will only take a few minutes of your time."

"Oh well...maybe an hour."

The voice was smooth and rough at the same time. It made her feel scared yet calm...it made her feel like she was going mad just hearing it. She looked over and saw a black figure standing there. It looked human, but the red eyes gave it away. Surely he was going through the trouble of a human-like form for her benefit, because this man wasn't human. She could see an outline of his true form through her own eyes.

"Ah...as I thought," he said, "You have already been gifted."

The other three bowed their heads for a few seconds before she felt Hoody take her arm, guiding her to the dining room. She saw now that she didn't have a choice anymore. The anger showed on her face clearly as she sat down at the table with the man. He gave her what she could only describe as a his attempt at a charming smile...and it was. Hoody stood behind her, most likely making sure she didn't just get up and leave. Why was he so adamant about having an audience with her? Why now? Why not when she first agreed to give them refuge in her home? She forced herself to keep her eyes on him. There was a long silence, perhaps him waiting on her to say something, but he now saw that he would have to do this the hard way.

"My lady, I am Lord Zalgo."

She still only stared, making his eye twitch slightly in annoyance.

"It has come to my attention of some abilities you and your partner may or may not possess. With this coming to light, we need to take precautions."

He noted the curiosity in her eyes at this but it was gone soon enough. He let his eyes wander over her for a few quiet seconds, which made her squirm slightly. He smiled at her again.

"How much do you see?"

The question made her frown. She saw that he was going to patiently wait for her answer this time. Pursing her lips, she decided to finally answer him, that way she could leave.

"Not at much as Nick. But enough to help him."

"Good...," he hummed, "He has made you his Chosen."

"I'm sure that means something more, but I can assure you that I don't delve into Nick's abilities more than listening to him whine. It's not anyone's business but his own."

"That's where you're wrong, my lady. Your friend has The Eyes. It is both useful and detrimental to us...as well as both of you."

"What do you want me to say? He won't help you. He hates seeing everything that's why he takes so much."

"Identity crisis is normal for humans your age. Most like him reject it."

"Stop talking about him like he's something special," she finally snapped, "He hated it when his grandmother did it to him and won't like it with you either. Answer me this, Zalgo," his eye twitched again at this disrespect, "We have lived with each other for years upon years with what we see and do...how is it that this suddenly something it has never been? Hm? Oh that's right...it never was until you and your misfits came into our lives. So either you're trying to pull a fast one or are lying through your teeth. Either one doesn't help your case."

"Silence"

She jolted back, her bravado fading at the darkness in his voice as he stood up and walked over to her.

"You refer to me as Lord Zalgo, firstly," he said to her darkly, "I will not answer your questions. You must not know your place by now. Remember the rules? 'No harm will come to you as long as you don't get in the way.' And you are getting in the way at the moment."

He reached and grabbed her throat tightly. She didn't move, just stared up at him with wide eyes.

"You even hurt me, you lose Nick too."

Zalgo seemed to process this as he slowly released her, though the bruises on her neck were burned in for the time being. He knelt in front of her now.

"And what makes you think he wouldn't do what I say if I gave the threat of hurting you."

She bit her lip hard. The girl wanted to try and deny this, but anyone that knew them even for an hour couldn't do so. He would do anything to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

He gave her a victorious smirk. "Darling...There is so much we need you to do...So let's just start with getting rid of his inhibitors. I will be giving you a book to strengthen your own powers."

"Why us," she questioned, "Why now?"

"Does it really matter? I am telling you and that's that."

She frowned and stood up. Hoody moved to make her sit back down but Zalgo raised a hand to stop him.

"If that's all...I'll be taking my leave now."

The being narrowed his eyes at her to which she simply responded with a bored stare.

"You were the one spouting rules so I must remind you of a few you agreed to as well. No harm would come to us unless in the way, correct? You have already harmed me when having a simple conversation, through the guise of the possibilty of getting in the way. It didn't happen yet. Another rule was that we would not interfere in your affairs and you would give us the same luxury. As well as in having me get rid of his drugs and alcohol, it will harm him. So good day."

She moved past him and walked back to her bag, leaving before he said anything else. He cocked his head in thought before Slenderman broke the silence.

"She will return, Lord Zalgo. It is a lot for a simple human to take in."

"There's nothing simple about her, Slenderman," he responded, "They will work into our plans and in our favor soon enough. Let her run free...soon she will see that working for me would be better than defying me..."

(Later that night)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE LEFT?!"

Nick looked furiously at Slenderman ignoring the new man in the room as he did.

"She left you a note on your door," he said easily.

"Yeah! With a RED dagger!"

At the blank stares of those around him he sighed deeply.

"She has a system. Blue dagger means work related, Purple means fun, Blank means she doesn't want me to know," he explained "Red? That means she's in trouble and probably already ON A FUCKING PLANE TO HER SUMMER HOUSE! THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"

His eyes flickered between the beings in the room with him. When no one talked he groaned loudly and gripped his hair in annoyance. Zalgo watched the man in front of him in silent interest.

"I think I scared her too much," BEN fessed up, though he didn't look to heartbroken about it.

"I assure you she told us she would be back in a few days."

"Few days," he echoed, "That could easily mean a year for her!"

BEN frowned at him. He hadn't meant to frighten her that much...but perhaps it wasn't just him. After all she was the sanity that Nick wasn't. She had more of a grip on everything happening than the raver.

"If need be, I will arrange to have her escorted back here if she isn't back by the weekend," Zalgo said, examining his nails boredly.

Nick glared at him. "Go away you. I don't blame the midget elf or even Slendy. She feeds off energy...though I'm sure you knew that already. She won't come back until she feels you gone."

He was losing his buzz but that wasn't a concern right now. At least not to him. He wanted to get Vivian back here. He had lied about where she was taking a plane too, but he needed to give her that time to calm down and return on her own. Zalgo met his eyes easily and just smiled.

"As you wish...But I will be back as soon as she is."

Nick threw a lamp in his direction, but the dark being had already vanished.