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It had been a week since Vivian had left so when she walked in, Nick practically tackled her to the ground, despite her looking exhausted and disheveled already.

"Vivs," he said, in tears nearly, "You wouldn't answer your secret phone or anything where have you been?!"

Vivian sat up and pat his cheek, "At the hospital," she said in a soft voice, "Can you take me to my room."

Nick frowned, ignoring the guests that had come closer, "Why were...you at the hospital...?"

"...I don't want to talk about it," she said with a soft smile, "Please...I just..."

She didn't even get to finish her conversation as she was suddenly lifted off the ground and started to get carried up the stairs by Laughing Jack. Nick frowned deeply and followed the clown up, though Vivian didn't seem to mind. She didn't care how she got up to her room, she just wanted to go to sleep in her own bed. After Nick had her asleep, he came back down and began searching in her bag for clues. He took out her cell phone and found it crushed, explaining why she didn't call back. He knew she wouldn't try suicide, she didn't believe in letting her soul go that way, so why would she be at the hospital all this time? After finding nothing, he took the bag upstairs and left it in her room. He lit a cigarette on the way down and sighed softly, feeling Zalgo's presence again, just like the entity promised.

"Look man," Nick said, beating him to the punch, "She's out cold right now. If you force her to wake up it will be me you have to answer to."

Nick went back down and crossed into the living room where the being was, narrowing his eyes at him. Zalgo only smiled 'pleasantly' at him. Sure enough he found the human useful, so for now such disrespect would be overlooked. Nick's upper lip lifted into a snarl as he looked around at all of the guests that had gathered, now all prim and proper, even Jeff seemed to straighten up.

"Really," he said to them, "You guys are fucking pathetic. One man enters the room and all of your manners and all of her kindness go out the door...Don't you dare go up there!"

He turned and put himself between the stairs and Ticci Toby. He had noticed Slenderman nod to him before the twitching boy had started heading there. Toby chuckled at him, starting to reach for his weapons.

"Do it," he challenged, "hurt me and see what happens, little man!"

Perhaps challenging these people wasn't the best idea, but it seemed to make him back down.

"I don't care what you need her for when you have my eyes," he looked over to the black figure, "but right now she needs to rest. She never comes back like that, she always keeps in contact with me even if I was the reason she left. I know this is your doing."

Zalgo seemed to neither want to confirm or deny him, he just stood up and graced his way over to the boy, seeming to grow taller as he walked. Nick stood his ground, preparing to stop him, but suddenly Zalgo was already up the stairs. Nick growled at him and followed after him. He didn't try to stop him, knowing that was a lost cause, instead he followed him into Vivian's room where she slept. He tried one more time to stop him by standing in front of her bed, but once again it's like he wasn't even there. Zalgo took a slightly more solid form now, kneeling beside the bed.

"I won't deny that I had some doing in this...but my damage was before she left. We do have enemies, Sir Nick," his tone was slightly sarcastic, "It's bothering, but if it will mean you will go down and listen for a few minutes, I will aid in her healing...though I normally do not use my power for such trivial things, it is possible."

Nick didn't want him touching her. He didn't want him in her room, in this house, nowhere around her. However, he couldn't just push away any help for her that comes up. He growled softly but gave a nod to the being. He hoped he wouldn't regret this.

Zalgo inwardly smirked in victory. Of course he knew what he was going to do with this consent, but since the boy didn't inquire further, he didn't bother mentioning it. He knelt on the side of the bed and it didn't even dent inward when he did this, his hand placed on the side of her cheek, making her face him. He bent down further and placed his forehead against hers, it looked almost intimate, and the being could feel the other male bristle at this. He pushed it further, though this was where he was getting what he wanted by 'healing her', and pressed his lips to hers very lightly before pulling away.

"Bastard...," Nick spat but knelt as well, seeing the bumps and bruises slowly healing and her color returning to her face. He sighed in relief, but still glared at Zalgo. "I would thank you, but that would mean you did something selfless..."

"Nick...," Vivian's soft voice whispered.

His attention was immediately on the girl, practically pushing the being out of his way to show he was there. Zalgo let his smirk slide onto his lips now, something that Nick caught, making dread fill over him. As Vivian opened her eyes, there was a red glow to them. She slowly sat up, smiling at her friend but it only looked eery to him as he backed up from her. She tilted her head in a dainty way before she spoke:

"Why don't we go downstairs and listen to Lord Zalgo?"

Nick felt the rage run through him, his hands fisting as he turned towards the smirking entity.

"You bastard! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Nick was tied up in Slenderman's tendrils, blood running down his face from his nose. He still didn't stop glaring at him though. He brainwashed Vivian. His eyes glanced over to her who now sat beside the man, only smiling pleasantly. Even some of the other guests looked like this made them feel awkward, none dared to battle this with their boss. She suddenly walked over to him and started to clear the blood from his face, silently.

"Vivs...come on...you've broken possession before...," he whispered to her, to which she only smiled at him again.

"That's all well and good, but she isn't possessed. Since she was unconscious, the next person in line to take care of her gave me permission to heal her: you."

"I didn't tell you to take over her mind!"

He chuckled at him, "Ah...but you didn't ask or tell me exactly what you wanted me to do...once you gave me permission to aid her, you gave me permission over her body."

He would have tried to attack him again, but the tendrils tightened in threat at his sudden jolt. Vivian stood up and walked back to sit beside Zalgo. Said being wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, encasing it in a hold fully, like a threat of chocking her, but Vivian still made no show of moving from her spot.

"Now...this is much better...," Zalgo stated, "Now you understand where you stand...Her life is in my hands now and it would be so simple to snap this pretty little neck of hers if you don't listen."

"Because threatening the life of my dear friend really makes me more capable to reason," he spat back.

Zalgo raised an eyebrow. Certainly the boy was smarter than he let on. He let his hold tighten and smirked when Nick tensed up. He let his hold drop and let her go.

"So...I could kill her then," he asked.

"I would rather her be dead for two reasons," Nick responded, "One is that I know that's what she would want in this situation. Two, I really want you to find out how little I would bend to your will if you do. So the way I see it you lose either way."

Zalgo chuckled. "Of course I know this. Your logic is like a child's, most humans think that way believing it's smart. Well what if I told you...she will stay in my control to...control you. You hate for her to be controlled...well I won't be doing anything to you...she will, isn't that right dear?"

"Yes Lord Zalgo," her soft voice was robotic.

Slowly Vivian stood up and pulled a dagger from her garter. He knew she always kept it there nearly all the time. He instantly knew what was going to happen, this made him frown deeply. Was Zalgo really believing that forcing Vivian to harm herself or even him, whatever he was trying to do with this, would persuade him further? Either way he's still controlling her, and that was enough for him. Either way, he would take anything she tried to do to him...for some reason he didn't think it was in Zalgo's best interest to scar the girl.

The goth moved towards him and he braced himself for the cut. No matter what he hissed as she dragged it along his skin, a trail of blood coming down to soak his shirt. Even now he couldn't help but be happy that he didn't wear his favorite color today. It didn't stain well. He only opened his eyes when she had gone for a fourth one, and she froze, her eyes widening. Zalgo rose now, smirking greatly, seeing the change in his eyes as he forced the entity's hold to drop. Vivian stepped back a few times before dropping towards the ground. Nick would have caught her, but he was still tied up, so he was thankful when Masky did it for him.

Zalgo clapped a few times, though it was obvious that it wasn't because he was actually proud of Nick. Nick was gritting his teeth. He hated his eyes. He hated using them. He hated that he was forced to be this way! It was the whole reason he ran away from his grandmother! He knew his gut feeling of these creatures being here was right now...but he couldn't say no to Vivian.

"You came along faster than I thought," he mused, looking over at Vivian, who Masky still held, "Your Chosen was the only one who could force it along. Pity that I had to release control on her for now. A witch is always useful once they realize the facts."

"There is no danger is there," Nick growled, "Why are you doing this now?"

"Better to have it woken ahead of time," Zalgo said, waving his hand dismissively, "Besides, your friend has already been attacked by one of our enemies...who is to say they weren't following her back?"

"She would be the first to know," the Indian sat back and now looked rather cocky, "You talk about knowing all of this and that about our...'powers'...but Vivian wouldn't let one of you get close like that to really hurt her unless she...was getting your blood."

The air in the room got thicker, and it made him relax more. Masky was staring down at Vivian, even Zalgo looked slightly perturbed with this. Could even a being like him be captured in essence? Maybe so, at least when he materialized as somewhat human. Over the years, Vivian has perfected where she could strike to get enough blood while it was barely noticed.

"Truly," Zalgo continued, "She will be useful..."

Nick tried to move again as Zalgo lifted her from Masky's hold and brought her closer to himself, studying her again, though this was only to make Nick squirm in his seat. The being wanted to see how far he could push him before he made him disappear. Soon enough he felt his hold in the world start to fade so he set the girl back down.

"You may be able to rid me now," he said in farewell, "But know that soon...one of you will seek me out again..."

Vivan walked around the kitchen, humming softly. She had no memory of what had gone down and Nick preferred it that way. He smiled goofily as she handed him another cupcake to decorate, though he was making a mess of things. Once he was done he showed her, making her smile and make fun of him once again for not being an artist. The smell of his blunt was all around the room, mixing with the the cupcakes in a strange way. The next one she handed to Toby who wasn't doing any better than Nick. Almost all of them had gathered in the big kitchen, watching both of them. After Vivian woke up she had showered, then said she felt like baking. Thus, the counters were littered with cupcakes that were not decorated very well at all.

She stopped and looked over that the slendermen. "Can you even eat? I'm making enough for everyone, but I don't need to overcook or Nick will complain about getting fat again."

"It's true," he whined, "no one can deny your cupcakes!"

"That much is true...", Offender stated, a smirk on his lips.

"But yes we can choose to eat," Splendor answered, seeming to glare at his brother for his statement.

Vivian smiled and turned back to stirring more mix together, making them from scratch. "This is an old recipe of my mom. She taught me how to make them before she died when I was younger. I remember that..."

Vivian stopped, frowning, "Well I don't have much memory of that time, just that Nick was always anal and complained about the mess more than he did about eating so much icing he should have diabetes."

"Your mom said that all the time," Nick pouted at her, making her laugh softly.

Laughing Jack, who had been sitting on the counter near where she was baking, smiled at her again, "Surely you were an adorable child..." It wasn't like he didn't already know, but he wasn't sure how much she remembered of his first night here.

Nick shot up, "She was! You want to see pictures?!"

Before he could answer, Nick was darting out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Vivian blinked a few times before shaking her head hearing him stumble and fall, yelling at the step that he had tripped over.

"I don't even know how he keeps hiding my album," she said to no one in particular, "I thought I had burned it several times, but he set out decoys. Don't know why he insists on keeping them."

"Why would you want to burn your pictures," BEN asked, messing the the icing in front of him, drawing binary on the table as he did. Hoodie leaned over and shoved him, making BEN sigh softly.

Her smile fell as she stopped stirring again. "I'm not comfortable talking about that...and you might want to clean up that table before you get an earful from Nick."

As she spoke she walked over to where he sat, putting down a towel in front of him, smiling before she took the icing and placed some on the tip of his nose. BEN scrunched up his face and grabbed the rag, grumbling as he wiped it off his face before he worked on the table. She grinned in victory before she walked back to the the mix and poured it into the pans. Nick was heard running down the stairs with several photo albums in his hand. Those who cared, and those pretending that they didn't care, gathered around him as he gushed about her pictures. Vivian had stopped humming as he did, watching the cupcakes through the window on the stove.

"I was right," Laughing Jack chuckled, "An adorable child..."

"She looks so cute in pigtails," Toby squeaked, pointing to a picture.

"I tried to get her to put her hair up like that again," Nick commented, "She's a really good aim when she wants to be!"

"I think I would like to see more of her in outfits like that,"Offender said, pointing to one of her at her 21st birthday.

"She lost a bet that day so she had to go out in a outfit her friends picked out. I voted for the pigtails, but they vetoed it as stupid," Nick pouted and turned the page.

"You don't look bad in a suit," Jeff spoke up suddenly.

Nick groaned, "My little sister's wedding! First time in a long time I had even been around my family but her and Vivs are best friends so I had to go."

Vivian stood up, making everyone stop, mainly because she had pulled out another batch of cupcakes. "If you're done, Nick, these need your expert attention too."

Nick gulped and closed the books before he stood up and feebly took the pan from her, pouting at her. Vivian simply took to cleaning up. The boy sighed deeply and went to the table to set the cupcakes out to cool down. He went ahead and took the albums back up in his room.

"Memories are the cornerstone to every human life...don't you think you are being irrational, Vivian," Splendor said softly, "He simply wishes to keep your memories for you and-"

"Drop it!"

She didn't even stop her scrubbing at the dishes in front of her. Splendor frowned softly and stood, walking over to her.

"Let me help you with the dishes."

He picked up a towel and started drying the dishes beside her. She looked up at him, shocked to say the least, mainly because from what she understood, all of the white beings were over the others. Yet here he was washing dishes with her. She put a space between them and continued on the bowl in her hands. Just because it had rainbow dots on it, doesn't mean it's not a suit.

"This looks quaint...Why isn't anyone out doing their jobs?"

Vivian stopped looked over her shoulder to see a new guest, using a napkin to wipe off a scalpel in his hand. He had on a blue mask with black tears running down, sort of like the tears that BEN had. He seemed to choose a scalpel for his weapon and plain reeked of blood. He looked between all of them, only noted by the way his mask moved. Nick frowned at this, another person with a mask. Vivian turned back to the dishes, scrubbing at one of the bowls. Another guest wasn't that surprising to her, nor was blood. She ignored the tension and set another dish aside. Splendor watched Eyeless Jack, wondering what he would do.

Said boy eyed the girl before he walked over to her, actually sniffing her. She stopped what she was doing and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Can I help you," she asked in a bored tone, "I just made cupcakes so I probably don't-"

"So I can't eat her," he ignored her talking and addressed Slenderman now.

Vivian just started to laugh, her mind going to places they probably shouldn't have.