How's it going bros and bras? My name...is VioletDemon! Oh my God, I just stole that greeting from the great Pewdiepie. I've just watched an entire marathon of Happy Wheels by Pewdiepie and I have to say, my stomach hurts from laughing so much. So, before I continue to ramble, let me do the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Durarara characters or the mythical creature, Slenderman. I only own my OC, Alicia.

Chapter One: The Brilliant Idea

"I need a fucking break…"

I wheezed out as I pressed my back against a large wooden oak tree. It must have been fucking two in the morning and the moon was nowhere in sight. The forest was deathly quiet as I could only hear my desperate attempts to get in some oxygen. I slid down on the floor and took out my phone from my pocket. I dialed my best friend's number and placed it on my ear.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message-"

"God damn it!" I shouted as I controlled the urge to throw the fucking device. Of course he would leave his phone off! He practically never uses it, the motherfucker! I heard a branch snap behind me and I immediately took off.

'He's not going to get me, he's not going to get me,' I repeated in my mind.

I stopped to hide behind another oak tree and checked to see if he was still behind. "Oh thank God he's not there…" I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I can finally just sit here and catch a break.

I turned to back to the way I came until I heard static noises coming from my phone. "What the fuck?..."

I turned it off, but it kept going. I sighed and looked up, only to come face to face with Slenderman.

"Alicia? Alicia, wake up!"

I jumped and I hit the glass of pink lemonade, causing it to fall to the floor. I flinched when it broke and the waitress walking by gave me a glare. I did what any other person would; give her a harder glare and give the person the middle finger.

The woman looked insulted and huffed, her 4-inch heels clicking as she strutted away. I rolled my eyes at her immaturity and turned my attention back to my friends. Tom Tanaka stared at me in astonishment while Shizuo Heiwajima repressed the urge to laugh.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, my smirk never leaving my face.

"...You don't think it was rude what you just did there?" the dreadlock bro questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back. "No...Should I?"

Tom facepalmed while Shizuo scoffed and then laughed. Before I continue, let me introduce myself. My name is Alicia Walker, I'm twenty three years old, and I'm best friends with the strongest man in Ikebukuro, Shizuo Heiwajima. We met about a year ago when I first moved to this city and got myself involved in one of Shizuo's rampages, crashing into five people when I landed. Once the two of us were sent to the police station, I dropped the charges and I tried to get to know him better. After a couple of months (which was exhausting by the way), we became the best of pals.

*FLASHBACK TIME ^-^*

I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the tall guy walking next to me. I believe his name was Shizuo Heiwajima or something like that. Barely ten minutes after the rampage and he couldn't stop staring at me. I was gonna ask what his problem was, but I kept my composure and continued to move forward.

We stopped at a restaurant called Russia Sushi and asked Shizuo if he wanted lunch. Bewildered, he agreed and got a table as soon as we got in. Once we took our seats, I looked at the menu to see if there was anything good.

"Oh, the spicy tuna roll sounds good! What do you think?" I asked, only to see that Shizuo was still staring at me. Fed up, I slammed the menu on the table. "Okay, what the hell is your problem?"

My blunt statement attracted the attention of a few customers, but the anger radiating off of me made them turn away. Shizuo and I had a little staring contest and after a good couple of minutes, he was the first to break away. "Why?"

"Why what?" I questioned, sitting back down. I took a sip of my lemonade from the straw as I watched him stare at me long and hard.

"Why are you still here?"

I was taken aback. "Well, I wanted to eat lunch, so-"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" he shouted, his anger from earlier returning. "I just threw you halfway down the street and yet you're still here! Why the hell are you here?!"

I hung my head, my bangs shadowing my eyes. "You wanna know why I'm still here?"

He nodded and I pounded my fist on the table, startling him. My hazel brown eyes burned with fury as I stared at the stupidity coming from him. "It's because I don't give a shit! I could've flown all the way to Okinawa and broken all the bones in my fucking body if I did. I still wouldn't have given a shit! I think that underneath all that anger and frustration, there is a kind individual that just wants to be accepted into life. So to answer your question, those reasons right there is why I'm still here! Understand?"

Once I finished, I realized that I was on my feet again, panting after my rant. I grabbed my black iPod lying on the table and threw some money on the table. Before I could leave, Shizuo grabbed my arm. I struggled to get out of his grip, but with his superhuman strength, he didn't even budge. I looked down underneath to see that he was chuckling.

"Why are you laughing?" I questioned, my face scrunched up in a sneer.

His chuckles turned into full blown laughter and let go of my arm. He looked up to show that he was smiling. "Who would've thought...that I would meet someone that actually made me laugh? The fact that it's a woman makes it even funnier..."

*END OF FLASHBACK -_-*

We started talking some more after that and got to know more stuff about each other. I learned of his sad childhood, the multiple fights he's got into, and his hatred towards the information broker, Izaya Orihara. I found it funny, seeing as how Shizuo hated him even though they exchanged very few words when they first met. But, like I said, we became good friends and truth be told, we live in the same apartment complex! Isn't that funny?

"Oh yeah Alicia, why did you call us down here?" Tom questioned, his elbows resting on the table.

"What?" was my intelligent answer as I brought myself out of my memories.

"You said you wanted to meet up with us because it was an emergency. We came down like you said and we're waiting for you tell us."

"Oh yeah!" I shouted, excitement coming back in. "I just wanted to tell you that I won't be here this weekend because I will be going camping at Aokigahara for the first time!"

There was an awkward silence when I was done and I looked anywhere asides from my friends as I knew that they were staring at me. Shizuo was first to break the silence. "What kind of stupid idea is that?"

A tick mark appeared on my forehead. "What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten about the recent disappearances going on in that forest?" he reminded.

I opened my mouth to retort, but no words came out. He was right; the news said that people have been going in Aokigahara and never come out. The authorities closed the place down, but the disappearances are still happening.

"But Shizuo, you've got to remember the fact that Aokigahara is a popular place for people to commit suicide," Tom stated. "These disappearances could just be mistaken for these suicides."

"Yeah!" I shouted. "Tom's right, Shizuo! Stop being so overprotective!"

One of the bad things about Shizuo was that he was so overprotective. If a guy tries to hit on me, he would punch him high up into the sky and watch them fall. Even when I don't hang out with him, guys are so afraid to come near me, saying that 'he might be watching from afar.' God, I can never find a boyfriend because of him.

"I'm not being overprotective! I'm just caring for your well being!" the fake blonde responded.

I brushed him off and made a face, acting like a five year old. "Whatever. I'm going camping and you can't stop me..."

His head seemed to be steaming because I swore, I could see some coming out of his ears. We had a staring contest until a bright idea popped into his mind. How I can tell, you may ask? Because, a light bulb literally just appeared above his head.

"If you're going then I'm going with you." I shrugged and smiled when the waitress brought me a new lemonade. She was too afraid to glare at me again because Shizuo's rage was directed towards her. Once she set the drink down, she ran away like a scared little girl.

"Anything else?" I questioned in a bored manner, sipping on the drink from a straw.

"You have to bring some friends along with you."

"Okay then," I agreed, ending the conversation. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to head to my job and talk to my boss. I'll see you around six, okay?" I stood up and headed for the exit.

"Six in the evening?" he questioned.

I stared at him like he was stupid as I stood in front of the exit. "No, six in the morning. Of course six in the evening, you dumbass!"

With that, I left, leaving two very confused men at their private booth.

'Maybe I shouldn't have played that game last night...'

I thought as I walked into Carter's Strip Club. To those wondering, yes I work at a strip club. If you think I'm a fucking slut, you better get the hell out of here before I find you and beat your ass! Anyways, the boss, James Carter, said I was the prettiest girl that he ever hired. What with my long black hair with the ends dyed red, big hazel eyes, and my light brown skin. The most important thing about me was my curvy body and the big, typical black girl ass that I had.

You'll bring a lot of money to this place, he informed. Don't be surprised if a lot of the women here hate you...

I strolled through the place as music blared and women danced and swayed around the poles. As I passed by them, I could feel their glares intensify as they saw me. Should I hate them because they hate me? Sure, but that would be giving them what they want. If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I don't give up so easily. So, I did what I would normally do; glare at them even harder.

I went to the back of the building and found Carter's office. I leaned my ear against the door and heard my boss groaning. 'You own a strip club and yet you're masturbating. What the fuck is wrong with you?'

I knocked on his door and opened the door. "Mr. Carter, sir?"

The owner sat behind his wooden desk, pink blush dusting up on his cheeks. He coughed to get rid of the awkward silence. "Uh yes, can I help you Cherry?"

I rolled my eyes. "Two things; one, stop calling me Cherry when I'm not on the clock. And two, I won't be here for the entire weekend. I'm going camping."

Carter stood up, but I turned away. It was too late when he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. I looked away when he licked my ear and placed his hand underneath my shirt, his fingers inches away from my breasts. "Sure baby, but you know what you have to do in order for me to allow it."

I sighed as I touched the end of my shirt. 'This is going to be a long hour...'

I have finished the first chapter of Slenderman Encounter! Wow, that took forever! Sorry to all the fans that actually give a crap about this story, I just needed to update on my other stories. In fact, I think I need to make a chapter three for my other Durarara fic, Violet Death. So please review and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Until then, Ja ne~