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      Published: 2017-10-31 Updated: 2018-02-01 Chapters: 8/? Words: 14974
****** The Void of the Soul ******
by YaniMay
Summary
     A young painter named Osiris has some very strange friends that she
     knows no one else will accept. How far will her loyalty go, however,
     when an ancient evil comes to hurt her friends and ultimately destroy
     the world? She is just a normal human living a normal life, right?
Notes
     I hope you enjoyed this story. More chapters will come soon. You can
     also find this story along with artwork produced by me, YaniMay, at:
     https://yanimay.deviantart.com/gallery/64114266/The-Void-of-the-Soul-
     creepypasta-fanfic
***** Jingle Bells and Egyptian Calls *****
I rolled over in bed, momentarily looking up at the sunroof through my droopy
lids. I saw the sun peeking over the edge of the windowsill; searching for me.
Once he had found my thin frame lying on the bed he excitedly tried to wake me
up. I stubbornly rolled over, burying my face into my pillow. The sun,
relentless in his endeavor to get me to start my day, came out from behind the
window’s edge and let his light fill my room full force. I sighed; there was no
way I was getting back to bed. I sat up, stretching my arms and back. A small
spurt of energy filled my body. I got out of bed, getting dressed in a simple
black, sleeveless, cotton shirt and jeans. Walking over to the other window in
my room, I looked at the village below the hill.
My name is Osiris. I’m 18 years old and I live in a small studio shop at the
edge of a small modern village near a forest. I lived alone, after the death of
my uncle who was the only relative that was willing to take care of me. My
mother died when I was born. My father, he blamed me for my mother’s death and
walked out the door never to be seen again. I guess it never really bothered me
that I lived with my uncle. Sure there were the times my uncle would bring home
some random woman and neither of them could truly think clearly. At those times
I knew from experience to stay away so I would hole myself up in my room
watching random movies, mostly cartoons about daring Princes that saved a
Princess, until they would fall asleep.
Once I started living on my own I found myself going into town a lot. Most of
the people were kind; I mean I guess life just wouldn’t be life without a few
bullies to get you down. Today was no different; I decided to go into town for
some groceries and supplies. I pulled on my shoes and a blue jacket, running a
hand through my brown hair. I walked out the door and instantly bumped into
someone. I hoped to God that it wasn’t one of my old high school nemesis’ I had
just walked into. If it came to a fight it usually ended with me either running
for my life or pinned against a wall and of course my 5’5” height didn’t help.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” I said, looking up at the person, “I wasn’t paying
attention.”
I half expected an angry face and a pounding to follow. Instead a pale,
friendly face with white hair and brown eyes smiled back.
“It’s okay, Osi. I should have knocked first.”
“Oh, Akira! Did you need a piece done or just visiting?” Akira was one of my
closest friend, ah… who am I kidding he was actually my only friend. He and I
had known each other since…forever. He and I had similar tastes and interests
(except for clothes, he always sported a jacket with multi colored dots on it
and a necklace with a golden Christmas jingle bell). Oh and did I mention he
was really tall like almost 6’. He also happened to be my best customer and
where he put all those paintings was beyond me. X3
“Actually, I just came by to see if you needed some help with anything. I was
free today,” Akira replied. I smiled; somehow he always knew when you needed
something.
“As a matter of fact, yeah. I could use some help with a few things. I was just
heading into town for some groceries and supplies.”
We walked down to the market; Akira, or Aki for short, helped me reach the
things I needed from the top shelves of the store (I swear that they put
everything short people need on the top shelf just to watch us struggle on the
cameras sometimes). I bought some groceries as well as painting supplies for
some of the commissions I had back home. When we left the store Aki insisted I
let him carry most of the stuff, to which I always would balk when he does. Of
course he would then just grab the stuff from me and lift the items out of my
reach until I gave up. I still remember how in middle school I had to buy a bag
of dirt for a science experiment, which explains why I still garden today, and
he had grabbed it from me. The bag weighed at least forty pounds and he just
dangled it out of my reach like it was nothing more than a pillow.
“Hey Aki, do you want to stay for dinner? I mean there’s plenty of food for the
both of us,” I asked when we got to my house. He nodded smiling,
“Sounds good to me,” he replied. I giggled as he ducked under the doorway to
clear it after he had already hit his head on the trim.
“Sorry Aki, I guess my house wasn’t made for people at your height,” I teased.
“Oh you mean like how you weren’t allowed on those rides at the fair because
you were too short,” he responded with a laugh.
“Hey! I’m not short, you’re just tall,” I said pouting while putting the
groceries away. I heard him laugh and mumble something but with the sound of
the running freezer right in my ear I missed what he said…probably for the
best.
Splendorman’s POV
Once again I had donned the appearance of the young man know around town as
Akira. Of course because of me being well…me, I still had certain qualities
that were not quite normal. The hair was white as snow and my skin remained
pale. My normal polka-dotted suit turned into a polka-dotted jacket and the
bells that usually hung from my tentacles now converged into a single gold bell
around my neck. I had done this for about sixteen years. That was when I met
Osiris wondering around the woods at the back of her house. I didn’t know quite
how to react to the little thing that took a fancy to being adventurous.
Honestly she peaked my interest and I really didn’t want something to happen to
her, aka my brother Slender and some of the other creepypastas. Ever since I
made it my job to protect her even though it seemed my housemates meant to
leave her alone. Now I was just her friend, her only friend. I could never
understand why there weren’t any others and why Osi seemed to be the one in
trouble, humans were so complicated like that.
After I had helped Osiris with shopping and had teased her by taking the bags I
knew were heavy for her away, we had returned to her house verging between the
outskirts of the civilized town and the forest domain of the creepypastas.
“Hey Aki, do you want to stay for dinner? I mean there’s plenty of food for the
both of us,” she asked. I had eaten with her before at the various restraints
around town and had even eaten with her at the loathsome cafeteria at her past
school. I had never eaten dinner at her house (not saying I hadn’t been in her
house before but just never ate inside). I smiled at the new experience and
nodded my head.
“Sounds good to me,” I said as I proceeded to follow her inside.
WHAP! SHIT! My head hit the trim to the front door. I forgot about my height
again. I ducked this time to clear the frame. I heard Osiris giggle and turned
to her.
“Sorry Aki, I guess my house wasn’t made for people at your height,” she said.
I could hear the annotations in her voice; she was teasing me.
“Oh you mean like how you weren’t allowed on those rides at the fair because
you were too short,” I responded deciding to play along in the game. I laughed
when her lip stuck out at me in an obvious pout.
“Hey! I’m not short, you’re just tall,” she said while putting the groceries
away. I laughed again as I started heading to her studio.
“Yep, keep telling yourself that kiddo,” I mumbled. She didn’t respond to the
comment so I assumed she hadn’t heard. I walked into her studio, something I
was allowed to do as her close friend, and look at her progress on her
paintings. I noticed how some seemed finished while others were barely begun.
Uncharacteristically this had been going on for a month. I knew Osiris never
touched one of her works until she felt an epiphany and she never stopped
working on a painting until she felt that it had become a masterpiece. I loved
seeing her paintings and watching her paint them, sometimes I would even be the
model. Of course I’d have to later buy all those pictures from her, which I
didn’t mind. I mean it wasn’t like I didn’t have space to put them back at the
creepypasta mansion. My eyes flitted across the various paintings until the
lighted on one I hadn’t seen before. I stared at it for a few moments. It was a
portrait of someone; a prince it looked like but oddly enough it was left
unfinished. By unfinished I mean there was no face. It was just blank. My mind
wondered over what it could mean before I decided to bring it up to Osi.
“I noticed you’ve started a new portrait,” I said as I entered the kitchen
again. Osiris was standing over the stove cooking what appeared to be soup. I
wished she could afford better than always having to eat soup. It never had any
flavor, although I do tend to eat odd stuff myself so who am I to judge.
“Hmm…what new portrait?”
“You know the one of the prince or general, whoever he is.”
“Oh, that one. I’ve actually had that around for a few years now. Honestly, I
never intended for anyone to see it,” she said shyly.
“I’m sorry, should I have not seen it,” I said hastily.
“It’s okay, I gave you permission to see my paintings finished or not.”
“Soooo…any particular reason that one isn’t finished,” I asked as casually as I
could.
“Not really, it’s actually a silly reason,” she said nervously.
“I won’t laugh, you know that,” I said my curiousity peeking.
“Well,” she said turning her head away embarrassed, “the piece was supposed to
be called Prince Charming. When I was little and scared I used to watch movies
about a princes and princesses where they always had a happy ending. So I
created the piece as kind of a reminder of those times but once I got to the
face I realized how I hadn’t met anyone I felt would fit…”
“Ah, I see, that makes sense,” I said. I actually should have guessed it was
something like that after all I was often with her when she watched those
movies, making sure that no harm would come to her. I remembered how there was
one night that her uncle came home smelling worse than when Jeff came back form
his hunts covered in dried gunk from his unlucky victims. I myself didn’t care
for those type of things I had found that I could take care of my monthly
‘instincts’ by cooking or gardening. That also was thanks to Osiris when I had
helped her back in her middle school years with a science experiment. Anyway
when her uncle came home one night unable to find someone to spend the night
with he had tried to…well you know…with Osiris, who was only 10 at the time.
Thank goodness I happened to be wondering the woods close enough to here her
scream. I had ripped the man off of her just in time and made my strength
known. After that I was with her every night that her uncle went out. Needless
to say he never tried it again and in the morning seemed extremely sorry for
what he had almost done. Osi has no recollection of those events since I wiped
them from her memory. Sometimes I hated the man and wished I could kill him but
I knew it would only result in Osiris being taken away and probably placed in
some type of hell hole of a foster family.
“Soup’s done,” she said as she took some up into a bowl.
“Smells good,” I said as I sat down at the table, taking my jacket off in the
process (I didn’t want to get it dirty and yes I had a polka-dotted shirt on).
“Well what are you waiting for, let’s eat,” she said happily. I nodded and
scooped some of the steamy liquid into my mouth.
***** A Lively Night *****
Osiris POV
Well after Akira and I finished our soup he stuck around till everything was
cleaned up. He then set out for wherever his house was before the darkness of
night was able to set in. I was never invited over to his house for anything
and had never even seen it. I remember that one time in high school I asked him
why, to which he merely replied that it would be a bad idea.
After Aki had left I walked around my house for a bit searching for something
to do, not quite feeling ready for bed. I found myself standing in my studio
staring at the painting that had been commissioned by the mayor for his wife. I
studied it before mixing some paints together to make light purple. I then
dipped my brush into the paint and added it to the canvas. The picture depicted
a man and a woman sitting under a tree in the middle of spring. I was adding
lavender flowers to the serene setting. When I had finished I stepped back
expecting to be proud and finally finished with the piece. Instead I looked at
it and had the same aching feeling that something was missing. This had been
going on for over a month now and honestly it was beginning to get frustrating.
I sighed and went to clean up my tools.
“When did painting become such a chore,” I asked aloud to no one in particular
as I washed the paint out of my brush. I used to love anything to do with art
but ever since my uncle’s death last year it seemed I just didn’t have any
passion for it anymore. Sometimes I thought about taking a break from it all
but if I wanted to survive I had to keep at it. I really enjoyed Aki’s visits
lately because it gave me an excuse to get out for a while.
I put my utensils away and walked toward the stairs to my room. As I reached
the bottom of the stairs I noticed that Akira had left his jacket on the dining
room chair. It was already nearing midnight and was pitch black outside. The
village spoke of how in the dark unknown dangers would roam waiting for
unsuspecting passers. The unfortunate victim would then be found in the morning
many times mutilated but always dead. I didn’t really believe the rumors but I
still didn’t go out after dark.
I decided to hold on to the jacket till Aki could come pick it up. I looked
down at my hands and saw them trembling. In fact it wasn’t just my hands, my
entire body was shivering from the cold air that had somehow found its way into
the house. I walked over to my heater and turned it up a couple of notches. As
soon as it had clicked on I wrapped a warm blanket around my body and sat down
in front of one of the vents in my living room. I turned on my television and
watched my favorite movie from when I was growing up. It was a cartoon about
how a country girl had become imprisoned by a beast living in the forest in
order to rescue her father from the creature. The girl then fell in love with
the monster as his emotional walls broke down for her. I watched the story
unfold smiling.
THUD! I paused my movie immediately at the noise and went to the door, where
the sound had come from.
Jeff’s POV
“Damn it Offender!” I yelled at the tall creature draped around my shoulders,
“you just had to go to the mayor’s house. What the hell did you think was going
to happen?!”
I ran, dragging the injured slender brother as best as I could. Offender had
once again gotten himself and me into a shit load of trouble with one of his
hair brained schemes. So here we were bleeding, running for our lives while
trying to avoid detection. I turned down the street where our forest lay at the
end. If only I could make it to the forest we could then use the trees to hide
until the other creepypastas would come.
“THIS WAY! OVER HERE!” I could hear the mayor yell to the mob.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I looked down at Offenderman to see him pointing at the
house sitting between the two worlds. I dragged him up to the porch and hid as
well as I could into the shadows. Apparently I had made more noise than I
thought because the door to the cabin opened. I quickly slipped on my hood and
placed a hand on my knife in case anything happened. To my surprise a young
girl peeked out from the crack in the door, looking around in bewilderment. She
spotted Offender and me standing there. A moment later she threw open the door.
“HOLY RA! What happened,” she asked. She hooked an arm under the other side of
Offenderman and coaxed us both inside before I had any chance to react. Next
thing I knew we were sitting in her living room, wrapped in warm blankets and
she was fixing some food in the kitchen for us. I was shocked to say in the
least.
Osiris POV
“HOLY RA! What happened,” I half yelled when I saw two men on my porch. Both
were covered in blood and seemed severely injured. I hooked my arm around the
one who seemed the worse off of the two and brought them inside. I sat them
down in my living room making sure to wrap them in something warm before
rushing to the kitchen looking for my first aid kit and some food. I warmed up
some of the leftover soup I had and brought out some medicine and bandages.
When I had walked back out I saw the tall stranger sitting on the couch where I
had left him staring blankly at the television screen. Where had the other
gone…wait, staring blankly? It then hit me that the man on my couch had no
eyes, no ears, and no nose, only a mouth. He seemed to realize that I was
staring at him because he turned his head to look at me. I backed up out of
surprise, tripping on the second blanket. I fell backward only to be caught by
the second stranger. He had taken off his hood and I could now see his face. He
had scars around his mouth forming a permanent smile. At least I thought they
were scars until he began to speak.
Jeff’s POV
When I had recovered from shock I decided to check out the house for any
information it could give me on our apparent savior. I quietly got up from my
seat and walked into the neighboring room. The room was filled with what seemed
like hundreds of paintings and painting utensils. The paintings were well done
and some seemed like they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen but
that the artist had deemed them unfinished. I studied the skill finding it
strangely familiar until my eyes fell on a portrait of a prince or general with
a blank face. It suddenly struck me where I had seen the type of skill before,
Splendor. There were tons of times he came home dressed as a human boy carrying
a painting. This girl must have some connection with him…and I had just left
the world’s biggest pervert alone in her living room! I quickly made my way
back just in time to catch her from falling backward. She stared up at me, I
hadn’t realized that my hood had fallen down.
“Are you okay,” I asked. Her face turned to one of surprise when I spoke.
“Yo-yo-your mouth…”
It was then that I realized that my face was on full display. I pushed her back
onto her feet and quickly pulled my hood back on. She seemed to continue
freaking out and I could tell that a scream was beginning to creep up on her.
“Calm down, we’re not going to hurt you,” I heard Offenderman interject. He
remained on the couch and made no effort to move. I sat down myself and wrapped
the blanket around me. We really didn’t need to make another scene after what
had just happened. The girl stared back and forth between us for a moment or
two before shaking her head and picking up the medical supplies she had
dropped. She seemed a bit calmer now.
“I’m s-sorry about freaking out like that, I guess I was just surprised,” she
said. I fell into shock once again. Who the hell was this girl?
“That’s alright, we don’t exactly fit under the category as ‘normal’ looking,”
I heard Offenderman say.
Huh, well there’s a first…he wasn’t flirting.
“Anymore than you can only fall under the category of ‘beautiful’ my dear.”
Nevermind…
“Who am I to define what normal is supposed to be,” she replied with a small
smile. Seriously, who the f*** was this girl?!
She treated our wounds, which Offenders had already begun to seal up and heal
(lucky… mine wouldn’t have that chance until we got back to the mansion). After
we were both treated she sat us down at the table in the kitchen. I spotted a
polka-dotted jacket hanging from the back of one of the chairs. Yep, she
definitely knew Splendor.
“I know it’s not much but it’s currently all I have to offer you guys for
food.”
I looked down at the liquidy substance in front of me quizzically. It didn’t
smell bad but it tasted rather bland unlike the food we ate back at the
mansion. Still this girl was offering us some of her food that she didn’t seem
to have a lot of. So I downed the soup so I wouldn’t offend.
“So…” I started casually, “who are you?”
Offenderman’s POV (OH GAWD this is scary X3)
“So…who are you?”
I nearly face palmed at his insensitive question. I mean, sure, I wanted to
know who she was…for obvious reasons but to just go and ask the person you’re
the guest of?! I’d have a talk with him once we had gotten back home. You’d
think that a couple a hundred years of living would have taught him more
manners or at least how to be suave!
“Osiris,” she replied. ‘Osiris’ how odd of a name for this village yet it
sounded somewhat familiar…
“My name is Jeff. I apologize for our intrusion.”
Well may be under that tough assassin exterior there were some manners
afterall.
“I’m Se…uh, Smexy,” I corrected myself. Last thing I wanted was for her to
freak out all over again because of my real name. ‘Sexual Offender’ definitely
left nothing to the imagination and had gotten me into some trouble in the past
so I preferred using my nick/pet name. It usually kept me out of problematic
situations at least. Speaking of situations I admit that sneaking into the
mayor’s house without worrying about security was a bad idea. Imagine my
surprise when I found myself staring down two Dobermans only to be hit in the
side with a bullet. I had jumped out of the window where Jeff was waiting for
me and we started to book it out of there. Of course I tried teleporting but
the strain of my wounds and Jeff’s extra weight proved to be too much for me.
It was a matter of quick thinking and small kindness that we were safe now.
“Nice to meet you both and I really don’t mind. What happened to you two
though?”
PFFFT! I wasn’t expecting that question. I sprayed my mouthful of soup in
shock. Oh great! I now made a mess and fool of myself twice in one night. I
guess I was having one of those days, not to mention I was going to wake up
really sore tomorrow…unless…NO! Stop it! I sucked in a deep breath.
“S-sorry, here allow me to clean that,” I said grabbing some paper towels off
the cabinet. I mopped up the mess while I did my best to explain what had
happened without setting her off. In truth, I lied.
“We were just walking around when this group of thugs started chasing us. We
lost them and ducked onto your porch to hide, my dear.”
“Osi.”
“What?”
“You can call me Osi it’s what my friend calls me.”
“Very well Osi it is then,” I replied. ‘Osi’ now there was a nickname I liked.
‘Osi’ it was so quick and easy to say and fun too. My mind began to imagine
scenarios of when I could use it. ‘Hey Osi,’ when I see her walking around
town. ‘Good job Osi,’ when she would do something and show it to me. ‘OSI,’
when she and I would climax in bed. Wait, what? Aw, frig not again… I was in no
mood to have my head in my dick after the events of tonight. I had to find some
way to calm myself and fast.
“Um…could I please have some cold water,” I asked. Osi nodded and quickly
filled up a cup of ice water for me. I downed the cool liquid and thanked her.
“Was the soup too hot?”
“Not at all, Osi. I just felt a little dehydrated is all from the blood loss
and running,” I said having to come up with an excuse fast.
“Liar,” Jeff said in his head knowing that I could hear his thoughts. I stared
at him for a moment, frowning. He seemed to get the message cause he remained
quiet.
Osiris POV (whew, glad that’s over X3)
I didn’t know why I felt comfortable around Jeff and Smexy. It just
felt…familiar. Admittedly I was surprised at Smexy’s reaction to my question
and I wasn’t too confident he was telling me the full truth. Still if life
taught me one thing, it was to never judge a book by its cover, in this case my
guests’ appearances.
“Was the soup too hot,” I asked a little concerned.
“Not at all, Osi. I just felt a little dehydrated is all from the blood loss
and running.”
“I hope this doesn’t sound too weird Smexy…but you actually remind me of my
friend.”
***** Fond Memories *****
Offenderman’s POV
“REALLY? I-I do?”
I was a little surprised at her comment. Who was this friend she kept talking
about? Would he prove to be competition later? At the same time though I
couldn’t help but feel a little flattered, here I was a stranger and Osi
already felt comfortable. She was definitely an odd one. Sure she reacted a bit
to Jeff and I’s faces when we first arrived but she never once flinched or
screamed. Although if she had Jeff probably would have slit her throat. I was
glad it didn’t have to come to that.
“I know it sounds really silly but there’s just something familiar…”
“Well duh, they’re brothers,” I heard Jeff’s thoughts intrude. BROTHERS! This
girl already was familiar with one of my brothers? Which one? It was then that
I noticed the polka-dotted jacket hanging on the back of one of the chairs.
Splendor, that has to be who she knew. It suddenly dawned on me that we had
been sitting in a ticking time bomb. No way Splendor would return home without
his jacket otherwise Trenderman would have a fit. He would be coming back any
minute.
Knock-knock-knock-knock. I was slightly panicking at this point. Osi went to
answer the door and thanks to Jeff and I’s wounds there was no way we were
going anywhere fast. I just sat at the table knowing that the shit was about to
hit the fan. Either it was the mob coming to kill us or my brother coming to
pick up his jacket. Any way you look at it we were screwed. I almost prayed to
face the mob rather than my brother’s wrath.
“Oh, hey Akira, I wasn’t expecting you to come back for your jacket until
tomorrow,” Osi said. CRAP! F***ING SHIT! I quickly grabbed Jeff and pulled him
under the table with me.
“Well, it is setting into fall so it’s a little nippy out there for just a T-
shirt,” I heard the all too familiar voice of my brother reply.
“The kitchen’s a bit of a mess at the moment…” Osi started with an excuse. Good
girl.
“Nonsense, I helped you clean it up earlier.” The voices grew and I could see
his long legs coming into the kitchen closely followed by the shapely beauties
belonging to Osi. “I’m just gonna grab my jacket and head for home
if…Jeff…Offender?”
The cover was blown and so were any chances of escape. I looked up at my
brother and gave the best smile I could.
“Uhh…what’s up bro?”
“OFFENDER!” He growled and before I even had a chance to avoid him I was
tackled to the ground.
Splendorman’s POV
I was shocked to find the mischievous duo in Osiris’ kitchen.
“Jeff…Offender?”
Offenderman just looked up at me with one of his ‘innocent’ smiles.
“Uhh…what’s up bro?” he asked sounding like he had just been caught. My anger
boiled up at the very thought that he possibly had tried anything with Osiris.
“OFFENDER!” I yelled lunging at him. I tackled him to the ground, pinning him
in place.
“HOW DARE YOU, YOU-YOU DICK HEADED SON OF A BITCH!”
“W-wait! I didn’t even do anything! I swear!” Offenderman squirmed trying to
break free from my bounds.
“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. My mind and eyesight were clouded with rage. I then
felt something tug on one of my tentacles as if with all its might. I turned,
growling at the intruder expecting to see Jeff. Instead I saw Osiris trying to
pry me off.
“AKI! He’s telling the truth! He and Jeff were really hurt when I found them.”
Osiris’ calm, resolute voice resonated within me. My rage broke enough for
reason to once again take hold of my mind. I stared at my brother, who I still
had pinned and then at Jeff. They both were covered in blood and dirt. Their
clothes were rent and bandages peeked through the gaping holes. The first thing
that struck me was that I had gotten angry for nothing; the second thing to hit
me was that I had dropped my human likeness in front of Osiris. Way to go
Splendor!
Osiris’ POV
“Well isn’t this fun,” said Jeff right before taking a sip of tea from his cup.
We had been sitting at the table for a while now in total silence.
“Shut up Jeff,” growled both brothers.
“Ummmm…. Akira can I speak with you for a second,” I asked. I earned the stares
of everyone with my question. Akira nodded solemnly before we walked into the
other room.
“What’s up Os…OW,” said Akira as I slapped him on the arm since I couldn’t
reach his face, “what was that for!”
“Don’t give me that! I mean seriously you’ve been lying to me all these years!”
I was pissed. I didn’t care if he was some tall monster/creature that could
have destroyed me in an instant. My anger clouded my judgment.
“I know, I know but…it was for your own protection. I wanted to be your friend
but I couldn’t go around like this.”
“BULLSHIT! What the hell made you think that?!”
“You did…”
“I never said that!”
“Yes you did, it was the night we became best friends.”
“What the hell does the night at the county fair have to do with this?!”
“No it was…never mind.”
“What aren’t you telling me now?” Akira was avoiding my question. His whole
demeanor changed. I didn’t like this side of my best friend but I didn’t feel
it was fair that he was keeping secrets from me. He averted his face.
“It’s nothing…”
“It isn’t nothing, tell me Aki.”
“It was the night I rescued you from your uncle,” he shouted. I was taken
aback.
“What,” was all I could squeak.
Splendorman’s POV
SHIT! I really screwed up this time. I had let the idea of the very memory I
didn’t want her to remember to slip out of my mouth. I could be stubborn and
refuse to tell her but I also knew that I would never win. Osiris’ stubbornness
was enough to rival my own brother, Slender’s.
“It’s nothing…” I started trying to avoid the question before my patience
expired.
“It isn’t nothing, tell me Aki!”
“It was the night I rescued you from your uncle,” I practically shouted,
patience spent.
“What,” Osiris squeaked backing up slightly.
“That same night that you and I had met at the county fair I was in the forest
walking. I heard you scream and teleported into your bedroom just in time to
throw your uncle off of you. He had come home alone and drunk. You recognized
me almost immediately from the fair. You fell into my arms, crying from the
events that transpired. My anger boiled against your uncle but you made me
promise not to kill him. However, you also made me promise to stay with you the
best I could especially on those nights your uncle came home in a drunken
stupor. It was soon after that we came up with the guise of me becoming Akira
and I …I…I wiped your memory of that night,” I explained avoiding eye contact.
***** Unwanted Guest *****
Offenderman’s POV
I listened in on the conversation between my brother and Osiris carefully. So
apparently I wasn’t the only one to get in trouble around here. I smirked
slightly only to hear Splendor shout something. Wait, what about Osiris’ uncle?
I teleported myself behind the wall so I could eavesdrop better on the
conversation.
“What are you doing,” asked Jeff sneaking beside me. I put my finger to my lips
to quiet him before listening in again.
““That same night that you and I had met at the county fair I was in the forest
walking. I heard you scream and teleported into your bedroom just in time to
throw your uncle off of you. He had come home alone and drunk. You recognized
me almost immediately from the fair. You fell into my arms, crying from the
events that transpired. My anger boiled against your uncle but you made me
promise not to kill him. However, you also made me promise to stay with you the
best I could especially on those nights your uncle came home in a drunken
stupor. It was soon after that we came up with the guise of me becoming Akira
and I …I…I wiped your memory of that night,” Splendor explained.
Now everything mad sense; the costume, the paintings, and the countless days
and nights he spent away from the mansion. All of that was for Osi’s sake. I
couldn’t blame him. My anger began to rise just listening to Splendor tell the
story. Who does that to a child?!
“F***ING BASTARD!” I heard Jeff state low enough so the two on the other side
of the wall wouldn’t hear him. I turned to him and nodded solemnly in
agreement. I was glad now that I hadn’t let my dick run away with my thoughts.
It would’ve only added to this hidden pain and gotten me in more trouble.
I heard Osiris and Splendor shuffling and quickly teleported Jeff and I back to
our seats; we then went about acting as if nothing ever happened. Thank God for
my quick healing abilities. Soon Osiris and Splendor walked back into the
kitchen.
“Osiris told me that as long as the Creepypastas are on their best behavior
they are more than welcome,” Splendor announced.
Jeff POV
“Best behavior?”
“It means no killing or random acts of violence and destruction. Osiris still
very much lives in the world of the humans and she shouldn’t have to jump
through hoops on our account. She also is a painter by profession. Every piece
she has is eventually going to be sold for money and therefore need to remain
intact,” Splendor explained to me. I remembered the paintings I saw lying in
the studio and nodded. Like anyone would want to destroy them they were
beautiful like me.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! We all turned in the direction of the sound. SHIT! Had the
mob figured out where we had hid? Osiris motioned for us to remain quiet. Yeah,
like I was planning on singing and dancing in front of a f***ing firing squad.
“Quick, go upstairs,” she whispered. Splendor nodded and before I knew it the
three of us appeared in the upstairs hall. We crouched in the shadows of the
hall, listening.
Osiris POV
My heart was pounding as I approached the door. I had sent the others upstairs
where hopefully they could remain unseen by anyone else.
“Who is it?”
“Mayor Ricky Carl, you okay Osiris?” I opened the door and walked out making
sure to close the door behind me. I looked out and saw that the mob had
apparently cleared away to where the only ones left were the mayor and a
handful of others.
“Oh hello, Mr. Mayor. I had already closed the shop for the night but if you’re
wanting to check up on your painting I’d be glad to bring it out,” I said
cheerfully.
“That’ll be alright. We actually came over to make sure you were okay. Earlier
tonight we had someone try breaking into my home. The culprit took off over to
this side of town and a neighbor called stating that they had heard a cry from
your house as well as a crash.”
“Hmmm…” I feigned my ignorance, “oh that… yes well, I tripped over a blanket
that had fallen onto the floor. I must’ve yelped when I did and I did make a
bit of a mess with the miscellaneous things that fell with me onto the floor. I
can assure you that I am quite alright.”
“I’m glad. Well goodnight then, I’ll come over sometime tomorrow to check up on
the painting and…sorry for bothering you.” The mayor turned and walked away
closely followed by the few accompanying him. I waved to them before entering
back into my house. As soon as my door was closed I let out a sigh of relief.
“What’s shakin’ Osiris?”
“Nickoli!” I jumped.
Nickoli was the son of the mayor. He was always the most popular guy in town
and coupled as a bully. So you can imagine my shock in finding him standing in
front of me.
“What the hell?!”
Jeff’s POV
“What the hell?!” I heard Osiris practically shout. I saw Splendor tense. I
placed a hand on his arm.
“Geez you just can’t go sneaking up on people,” came Osiris voice again.
“You used to love it when I did that back in high school.”
“I don’t recall getting crammed into a locker being enjoyable.”
GRRRrrr… Splendor almost was at his thresholds of tolerance. His tendrils began
to peak through his shirt trying to break the cloth. SHIT! If he loses his
temper then we’re all doomed. I felt a stretch in my mind. It was being read by
one of the brothers. I noticed Splendor calm slightly.
“You’re right. I can’t let my temper cloud my judgment. It’s just that I know
that voice. It belongs to Nickoli the mayor’s son he’s a real bitch when his
father isn’t there,” Splendor breathed.
Osiris’ POV
“Geez you can’t go sneaking up on people,” I snapped. Why was he here?
“You used to love it when I did that back in high school,” he smirked,
shrugging his shoulders. He turned around and began inspecting some of the
artwork on the walls. The memories of the tortures I endured in high school
came flooding in. I breathed in and let the breath back out slowly.
“I don’t recall getting crammed into a locker being enjoyable.”
“Awww come on you can’t still be mad about that can ya?” I mean that was never
me doing it,” he said.
“You never stopped it and you always watched.”
“Okay I admit that was a dick move.” He moved down the entry hall into the
kitchen. I followed him trying to keep him distracted at the same time
something was up with him. Nickoli never apologized and he was still acting
like the jerk he always had been. My eyes left him momentarily to notice
Akira’s polka-dot jacket still draped on the back of one of the chairs.
“You know Osiris I’ve been noticing a few things lately. The first is that
there have been sightings of strange creatures, monsters if you will.”
“O-oh?”
“Mmm-hmm. The people of the town are becoming unsettled by these phenomena I’m
a bit worried they may slip into hysteria. Your uncle was the first to
recognize these and he had been working on researching them.”
“Is that so? I don’t really recall him ever showing an interest in monsters.”
In truth I did remember my uncle being away from the house more and more during
his last months. When he had been found dead he was in the middle of our woods
but there were no marks on him. He was proclaimed dead from heart failure due
to his excessive drinking. Next to his body was a journal full of symbols. I
just put it into his study and locked the door. While he was alive I had never
been allowed in there. Could it be that those symbols actually meant something?
I would have to talk to Akira later about it.
“What were the other things you noticed,” I said trying to get him off the
topic.
“The second thing I noticed ties into the true reason why I am here,” he said
as he began to walk toward me. I backed up right into the back door. How did I
walk over onto the other side of the room without realizing it? Nickoli didn’t
stop approaching until he was in my face, or rather his chest was. Damn my
height! He curled a finger under my chin and lifted my head till our eyes were
level.
What the hell?! I was cornered; I didn’t like where this situation was heading
either. I looked at his face. Was it just me or did his smile look more
sadistic than normal?
“You’re probably the most beautiful and accomplished woman in this small town.
Did you know the people have been rumoring of you and I becoming a quote
unquote ‘item’?”
“Oh really,” I asked sarcastically. Now I really hated where this was heading.
I started feeling around on the door for the knob.
“Mmmm… Perhaps you and I could go to the county fair this year together, what
do you think?” He leaned in preparing to kiss me. Just then my hand found the
knob.
“I think…NO,” I said as I quickly opened the door keeping in step with it.
Nickoli fell through the doorway and tumbled down the outside stairs.
“I’m sorry but I don’t appreciate it when people intend to force me into
conforming to their preferences,” I said, “besides the county fair is when I am
able to do the most business. I won’t be attending for fun. Goodnight.”
“I bet if it was Akira you’d go,” Nickoli snapped angrily.
“Possibly but I would rather kiss a rabid dog than go on a date with an
egotistical moron such as you,” I stated before slamming the door.
***** The Name of Slenderman *****
Nickoli’s POV
Osiris slammed the door behind her. Heh, spunky little thing isn’t she? I
picked myself up off the ground, dusting my pants. She ws the only one to ever
resist me, which made me want her even more. As long as Akira was around though
I knew that’d never happen. I started to walk away when I heard voices coming
from inside the cabin.
What? It was almost midnight who could she be talking to? I crept up to the
kitchen window and peaked in.
WHAT THE F***?! Osiris was speaking with three figures. The first one appeared
normal enough apart from the pale color of his skin and his horribly mangled
face. The other two looked like they were straight from a science fiction
movie. They were tall about 6’ or may be 7’. The taller of the two had a face
like one of those masks you see for symbolizing drama and was dressed in polka
dots. The shorter only had a mouth on his face and wore a black trenchcoat with
a fedora. Both of their skins were pure white. There was something very
familiar about the drama mask faced one. I stared at him trying to find a
memory but soon saw Osiris looking toward the window. I ducked down quickly
running away from the cabin.
“So the rumors were true, there really are monsters!”
Offender’s POV
I heard this ‘Nickoli’ stating his interest in Osi. How dare he?! I had already
become fascinated with this young woman. Also I could tell that neither
Splendor nor Osiris were thrilled about this intruder. I wanted to teleport
down there and tear the fool apart but knew I shouldn’t.
“Perhaps you and I could go to the county fair this year together. What do you
think,” Nickoli’s muffled voice asked. I stretched my mind out to hear their
thoughts. I found Nickoli’s mind first. I was disgusted with what I found but I
realized how similar our minds were. Full of thoughts of women and ways of
getting into their *ahem* panties. It was like looking into a mirror except my
obsession was necessary for my daily survival and his was merely a pass time.
“Good she has nowhere to run. She can’t resist me for long. She will be mine,”
Nickoli’s thoughts drifted up. I frowned before my telepathy reached Osiris.
“OH RA! I’m cornered, what do I do? What do I do?! He’s…he’s getting closer!”
My head rattled with the intensity of her thoughts. I growled lowly. I
teleported downstairs leaving Splendor and Jeff back in the upstairs hall. I
didn’t care about the consequences anymore. I was going to rip that little, no-
account perv’ in half. I reached the kitchen just in time to see Osiris opening
the back door and stepping out of the way of Nickoli’s falling form. I was
surprised to say in the least at her quick thinking and fast reflexes. I heard
Nickoli’s body thump down the stairs. I let my arms down, retracting my white
tendrils. Osiris was no doubt in full control of the situation. She stood in
the doorway with her arms apparently crossed (I say apparently because I could
only see her back). Man, did she look good. Her legs were fit and shapely, her
buttocks nice and round, and her waist was just perfect for holding onto. To
top off the goddess body she had a pixie cut that just made her look adorable
and…. wait. There is something radiating off of her like an aura. It didn’t
feel negative but it sure wasn’t positive either. How odd? Usually only certain
individuals have that within the creepypasta realm but Osiris was… well… human.
“I’m sorry but I don’t appreciate it when people intend to force me into
conforming into their preferences. Besides the county fair is when I am able to
do the most business so I will not be attending for fun. Goodnight,” she
stated. Oh yeah, Osiris was a painter. Hmm…what if she had help selling her
works? I could still end up spending time with her. Perfect!
“I bet if it was Akira you’d go,” the dick-head snapped. Osiris tensed at those
words. The aura around her increased feeling and began to feel dangerous. I
backed up a couple of steps out of precaution. I could sense that whatever this
was Osiris was holding it back as much as she could.
“Possibly,” she said forcefully, “but then again I’d rather go with a rabid dog
than an egotistical moron such as you!” Ouch! That comment stung a bit since I
cannot deny I did share some similarity to the ‘moron’ sitting outside. She
slammed the door, locking it behind her. She breathed heavily for a few
moments. I stayed where I was until the aura disappeared.
“That…that was…” I stumbled when she had looked up at me. I was at a loss for
words. Osiris was completely different from the other humans I had encountered.
“That was f***ing awesome,” Jeff said as he walked passed me.
Jeff’s POV
When we noticed that Offender had left the hallway we had been hiding in,
Splendor immediately grabbed me and teleported us downstairs. Hopefully
Offender hadn’t done anything stupid to get us in trouble again. We found
Offenderman watching Osirs pull a quick door trick, ridding us of the intruder.
I heard Osiris and Nickoli exchange some banter but failed to understand much
of the conversation. She ended by yelling,
“I’d rather go with a rabid dog than an egotistical moron such as you!” She
slammed the door and leaned against it. She was breathing pretty hard but she
eventually looked up at us.
“That…that was…” Offenderman breathed. Oh my f***ing god, he was stunned and at
a loss for words. I had never seen Offenderman like that. I gotta say it was
f***ing hilarious. Despite the fact of how much I was enjoying seeing Offender
struck dumb my attention returned to Osiris.
“That was f***ing awesome,” I said walking past my dumbfounded superior.
“I thought I asked you guys to hide upstairs?”
“Yeeeeaaaah…about that,” I said scratching the back of my head.
“I believe it was my fault actually. I lost a bit of my temper and was worried
about your safety,” said Offenderman. Wait did he just apologize? Was this
another one of his gimmicks?
Osiris POV
I looked at the group of three in my kitchen as I steadily recovered from
Nickoli’s assault. For some strange reason I felt worn out like I had just ran
a mile.
“Didn’t I ask you guys to hide upstairs?” I wasn’t worried about myself but if
there was the small possibility that Nickoli had seen them it wouldn’t take
long for rumor to spread. I knew that our small town, as modern as it is, was
still closed-minded. There would surely be a mob out hunting for monsters if
word got out. Yet my uncle apparently used to talk about them all the time and
no one ever believed him. Oh that reminds me,
“Before I forget, Nickoli mentioned something about my uncle knowing about you
guys. So I’m guessing you didn’t erase his memory of that night.”
“Well…I wanted to make sure he’d leave you alone. In all fairness though he did
already know about our existence,” Aki said solemnly.
“Yeah, Slender’s the one to thank for tha- oomph,” mumbled Offender, receiving
an almost immediate elbow to the stomach from his brother.
“Huh,” I asked. Who was this ‘Slender?’ There was something familiar about his
name yet I couldn’t quite place it. I felt a faint burn on my left shoulder but
it disappeared as soon as it came.
“Look Osiris, Slenderman is dangerous. Don’t get involved with him. Please
avoid him as much as possible,” said Akira. It was at that moment I felt like I
was being watched. I turned to the window. I saw a blur of something go by but
when I looked out I could see nothing.
“Is everything okay?” asked Offenderman.
“I thought I saw something but I don’t see anything now,” I replied as I
continued scanning the outside surroundings. It was then that I noticed a faint
tall, black figure standing on the outskirts of the forest. Whatever it was
soon vanished back into the trees. There was very little doubt in my mind that
the figure was none other than the notorious Slenderman.
“You don’t think someone spotted us here do you,” asked Jeff. I turned away
from the window and we looked at each other with somber faces. Only time would
tell.
***** Forest Mishap *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey sorry for the long wait was in finals
Chapter 6
Osiris’ POV
I thankfully haven’t heard anything about the other night. I was even beginning
to think I imagined seeing something outside of my window. I still hadn’t told
Akira, or Splendy (I still don’t know what to call him) about my uncle’s
journal. However, with the county fair approaching I really needed to focus on
preparations and it wasn’t easy. I had random creepypastas showing up all night
and me running my shop all day. The reason for the pastas was Splendorman. Now
that I knew about their existence Splendor was like a giddy child constantly
bringing someone new for me to meet. It was sweet but some of the pastas were
frightening. It wasn’t so much of looks as it was things they did. One
particular pasta, Jack, wore a blue mask. He had no eyes to speak of and there
was a constant black substance coming from his sockets. What struck me so much
about him was his strange obsession with kidneys. I found out later from Jeff
that Jack, or EJ, would take peoples kidneys and eat them for survival. So
unlike many of the other creepypastas living at the Slender mansion, who have
been able to find a new means of channeling their violent behaviors into new
venues, EJ needed a substitute that could help him live. Even though I was
promised by the two Slenders that I would be completely safe, it goes without
saying that I spent quite a few mornings waking up and checking for any
incisions. None ever occurred.
Beside Splendor’s frequent visits I also found Offender, or Smexy, spending
quite a bit of time at my cabin. Of course during the day he would change his
appearance like Splendor had. He was always looking for some way to help and
boy did I need it. I enjoyed the company and friends but I still felt like I
couldn’t paint. My frustration grew and my patience kept getting thinner and
thinner until one day it snapped.
“SHIT!” I slammed my fist down on the table. My bottles of paint jiggled almost
quaking at my wrath.
“Osi, are you okay,” Offender asked poking his head into my study, concern with
over his near featureless face.
“Yeah…just frustrated,” I said walking away from the painting before my temper
had a chance to show again.
“Hmmm?”
“With the painting, Smexy.”
“Oh.”
I dared not try to ponder what he thought I meant. I just can’t understand it.
I used to paint like crazy but now it just felt empty and infuriating.
“Perhaps taking a break from painting might help,” Offender said.
“I would if it wasn’t for the fact that my entire income is based upon it,” I
said. I sat down and put my head in my hands.
“What if you tried something different?” Offender put a hand on my shoulder.
“I guess I could try,” I said. I really didn’t know what to do. I used to be
able to draw back in high school. I guess I could give that a try again.
“Why don’t you do something relaxing before you get back to work,” suggested
Offender.
“Okay,” I breathed. I got up and grabbing my jacket walked into the cabin’s
backyard.
Offenderman’s POV
“SHIT,” yelled Osiris when I heard a large bang from the painting room. I stuck
my head in carefully to check. I hadn’t forgotten about that night when she had
that dangerous aura encompassing her.
“Osi, are you okay?”
“Yeah just frustrated,” Osiris replied. Really? Osiris didn’t strike me as one
to become sexually frustrated. Although, she definitely proved to be different
from the typical girls I met. She was a curiousity, that’s for sure.
She turned her head to look at me. She was standing with her left side facing
me. Both of her arms were raised, her fingers were entwined in her hair. She
was leaning on one leg and the other was slightly bent. She looked nothing less
than picturesque. Damn it she looked sexy like that! I drank in the sight get
lost in my thoughts.
“Hmmm.”
“With the painting, Smexy,” she said. I shook my head back into reality. Aw
man! I did it again.
“Oh,” I thought for a bit, rubbing the back of my neck, “perhaps taking a break
from painting might help,” I suggested.
“I would if it wasn’t for the fact that my entire income is based upon it.”
Osiris sat down in one of the chairs in the kitchen, her head in her hands. I
hated seeing her like this.
“What if you tried something different,” I asked cautiously as I gently placed
a hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head, resting her chin on her arms.
“I guess I could try,” she said softly. I had said something helpful that was
solely for her! I never did that but it felt…good. Let’s try to repeat this…
“Why don’t you do something relaxing before you get back to work,” I said.
SHIT! That sounded horrible. I sounded like a parent talking to their child.
“Okay,” Osiris breathed. Wait! That helped too?! S-she even was smiling as she
got up. I watched as she put on a jacket and walked outside. Huh…I guess she
likes walks.
Osiris POV
I walked through the woods behind my cabin, enjoying the fresh crisp air and
sounds of nature. I was always drawn to areas like this. Somehow I felt free
and calm. I closed my eyes briefly letting my body guide itself down the trail
it new all too well. It was quiet, if fact it was silent. There were no birds
calling or other nature sounds. All that could be heard were my own steps and
breathing. The woods now felt cold and eerie. I..it… felt off. I frowned as I
continued down the path.
SNAP! My eyes shot open at the sound of a twig breaking from behind me. I
turned swiftly jumping away from a giant claw swiping where my throat would
have been. The paw hit me leaving four semi-deep cuts across my chest. The
impact sent me flying to the side. I grunted at the pain and attempted to move
away from my hairy attacker. I saw it drop down onto all fours and begin
sniffing on the ground for a clue of my whereabouts. I sat still trying to be
as quiet as possible. The cuts in my chest stung and my eyes teared up making
it hard to see clearly. I blinked away the fluid enough to see that my furry
assailant was nothing other than a grizzly bear.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I’m going be mauled by a bear and die,” I thought. I
stood as still as I could knowing that running would only instigate the
creature and weaken my condition. The giant fur ball continued to sniff around
but got closer and closer to where I sat on the ground. I hoped that it would
fail in its investigation and just lumber off but it just kept coming. Soon I
was staring down his long nose into his dilated eyes. I dared not to move, not
even breathe.
“RAAAAAH!” Something roared off to my left. The bear’s head turned away from
our staring contest looking at whatever had made the sound. It growled
menacingly only to be met by an even deeper, more threatening one. I suddenly
felt something wrap around my waist. I was lifted and pulled sharply from the
bear’s reach. At the same time I saw a black and white blur knock into the
bear.
“OSIRIS, DON’T LOOK,” a familiar voice said seeming to come from the blur. I
couldn’t help but look to see who spoke.
“Offender?!” There he was in the most monstrous form I had ever seen. All of
his tendrils were out, swinging around him angrily as if they each had a mind
of their own. His mouth was opened wide showing an upper and lower set of long,
sharp teeth. His jaw was open so much it looked like a snake’s when it is about
to swallow it’s prey whole. His vacant eyebrow line was knit ferociously into a
frown. Offender was on all fours despite his human-like anatomy. Everything
about him looked like it was straight from a horror movie.
The bear clawed and bit Offender, who did the same, drawing black blood from
every wound it made. Eventually Offender grabbed hold of each jaw of the bear
using his tendrils to repress the giant claws. He began to pull, which soon
began to fill the air with horrible sound of joints beginning to snap and pop.
I turned away, closing my eyes, from the sight as a large crack and the ripping
of flesh reverberated through the forest. I could hear heavy breathing before
there was the sound of footsteps approaching me. I drew myself tighter into a
ball. He…he just ripped a full grown grizzly in half. The scene of those wild
tendrils and sharp teeth replayed over and over again in my mind. I shuddered
as I heard Offender bend down next to me.
“Osi?”
I didn’t move.
“Osiris look at me,” the voice said more forcefully. I only scrunched up more
with a small whimper of pain and fear. I felt pressure on my shoulders forcing
me to face the speaker. My eyes remained shut. I was scared what they might
see. I did not want to see him in that monstrous form again. No, no, no, no,
no, no, n…
“Osiris please, just (soft sigh) please look at me,” the voice was softer and
almost pleading this time. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Offender back to his
normal self. I looked down realizing that he was carrying me. We were already
miles away from the gory scene.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes…” I said slowly, “…t-thank you.” Offender’s mouth upturned into a small
smile.
“Don’t mention it kiddo just don’t walk in the woods by yourself; there are far
worse dangers that hide in there.”
“I promise to be more careful,” I said. The cut on my chest began to throb with
pain but I felt too weak and drained of energy to do anything. My eyes soon
involuntarily closed and I was soon asleep in his huge warm arms. All the while
I could hear a sound radiate from Offender’s chest like a loud purring.
Narrator’s POV (Nyeh, and you thought I wasn’t here ;P)
The sound of ripping flesh echoed through the air of the forest. The tall
victor breathed heavily as his form returned to its less threatening self. He
walked slowly over to the shrunken body of the girl. He picked her up
carefully, teleporting both of them away from the ugly cadaver halves. Neither
was aware that the whole scene had been watched by two shadows hidden away in
the forest.
One shadow made sure to keep his frail human form hidden. He had a wicked smirk
on his face as his eyes shown red. He pulled his sweater tighter covering the
slashes on his body that wished to speak. He quickly snaked off into the
forest.
“Hmmm…” The other was tall and watched the whole thing with distinct interest
but was totally unaware of the other shadow’s presence. He approached the scene
and picked up a single patch of cloth from the forest floor near where the girl
had been previous. He turned it over in his white hands, studying it. His non-
present eyes would have set it on fire if they could.
“Osiris…was it?”
***** Well We're Booked *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry it took so long to get Chapter 7 out to you guys. I had to move
     into a dorm in another city and started classes. It's been definitely
     a stressful week but I'm kinda used to that now. Anyway, here is
     Chapter 7.
Chapter 7
Osiris’ POV
When I finally woke up I was in my cabin. There was a fire going in my
fireplace. I could feel something warm and wet moving across my chest. I
drowsily peered down to see a black squirming object slowly rolling over my
wounds leaving a black goo behind it. I expected it to sting but instead felt
nothing. In fact the cuts began to close up and heal.
“Wha…what?”
“Shhh…try not to move. Your wounds haven’t closed fully,” came a familiar voice
next to my ear. I looked to see Offender beside me. It was his tongue that was
healing my gashes. I watched until he had finished. There were no signs I had
ever been wounded after he was done.
“How…how did you do that?”
“Hmmm…my saliva, it has the ability to heal most wounds, as long as they are
not critical. I’ve had that ability for as long as I can remember,” Offender
replied as he grabbed a towel and began wiping away the excess liquid from my
chest and his face.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel fine, thank you,” I said, slightly blushing. Offender smiled softly. He
gathered me back into his arms. There was a purring sound that erupted from his
chest. It was extremely calming.
“Why did you rescue me?”
Offender’s POV
“Why did you rescue me?”
The question struck me like a sharp slap to the face. Funny you’d think I’d be
used to that feeling by now. Truth was I didn’t really know why I felt
compelled to rush to her aid. I never had done that for anyone I had been
interested in before. Really I avoided those kind of fights, it was never
really worth it in my mind. So why did I rescue Osiris? Well, I know Splendor
would have been really pissed if I hadn’t but I could have handled that. Hmmm…I
looked down and stared into her eyes. There was familiarity in them as well as
mystery.
“You intrigue me for starters but I believe the biggest reason is that there is
something about you that made me care.”
“Mmmm,” she closed her eyes and snuggled into my chest. I smiled as she once
again relaxed and fell asleep. I gathered her up into my arms, nuzzling her
head with where my nose would have been.
“Honestly, I’m glad you entered into our lives,” I said. I then made myself
comfortable on the couch and soon fell asleep.
. . . . .
The next morning I woke up still on the couch. I sighed bringing in my arms
trying to go back to sleep but there was nothing in my arms now. Osiris was
gone! I started awake and immediately searched for her. Why was I so worried? I
didn’t understand my feelings all I knew was that I had to find Osiris. I
peeked into her studio and saw her sitting in her seat working. I sighed in
relief before entering the room.
Osiris’ POV
My hand flew across the paper soon remembering its old skill. I looked at the
final product. It was a bit sloppy for my taste but it was a good start and
also sellable at the fair. I brushed some of my hair from my face, no doubt
smudging some charcoal on it in the process.
“So you’re drawing instead now?”
I turned to see Offender standing behind me. I smiled at him.
“Yeah…honestly I’m finding this to be much better,” I replied.
“That’s good. Think you’ll have enough to sell at the fair?”
“Definitely, I was able to make three drawings this morning,” I said standing
up to place my newest picture with the others, “if I keep this up I should have
plenty to sell by the time the fair rolls around next month.”
“I’m glad. Have you by any chance had breakfast yet?”
I turned around and blushed slightly. I hoped he didn’t notice the heat
swelling in my cheeks.
“Actually I haven’t. Guess I was too excited to get started, heh-eh,” I
admitted.
“Ummm…that’s okay I’ll fix some right now while you get cleaned up,” he said
quickly turning away from me. Clean up? I looked down to see that I was still
in the pajamas I had changed into sometime in the middle of the night.
“Eeep!” I ran out of the room to change upstairs, my blush deepening. Oh gosh I
can’t believe I did that!
Offender’s POV
Osiris blushed lightly when she had admitted to not eating breakfast. It was
cute along with the charcoal smudges she had on her face. She was in some kind
of sleepwear. It was a t-shirt that was extra long. My gaze traveled lower
enjoying the view of her. I then realized that she was only wearing a pair of
undies under her shirt. I could feel myself being aroused. I had to turn
quickly away to hide my reaction.
“Ummm…that’s okay I’ll fix some right now while you get cleaned up,” I said.
There was a slight pause before Osiris made an adorable noise of shock and she
immediately departed with the sound of pattering feet. I let out a breath that
I had been unintentionally holding. Oh boy! I looked down to see that my
miniature had taken refuge in a tent made from my pants that poked out from
under my jacket. FUCKIN’ HELL!
Narrator’s POV
“Where is it? Where is it?” A suited figure searched frantically through the
collection of books on the shelves. He pulled out a book and studied the cover.
“N-no, that’s not it…gah…I know it’s here somewhere!” He continued to shift
through, peering at each binding. He sometimes would pull out a book and look
at its cover. He would then shake his head with a grumble and drop the book on
the ground. Frustrated, finally, the tall figure slumped into his armchair with
his head in his hands.
“I don’t understand it, I know that I filed that book away as soon as father
handed it to me. I haven’t touched it since then, so why can’t I find it?!”
He rubbed his bald head trying to calm down and think.
“Slender!”
The figure started nearly falling out of his chair.
“Have you found it yet?”
“Sorry father, not yet…it isn’t where I had last put it.”
“And where was that,” said a blank faced man that appeared from the shadows
behind Slenderman.
“Filed on the bookshelf immediately after you handed it to me.”
“And it’s not there?”
Slender shook his head solemnly. Suddenly he was grabbed gruffly by his back
collar and hoisted up to the other’s face. His feet dangled in the air by a
good three feet.
“That book held some of the biggest secrets that no one should ever discover,”
the father stated harshly. His voice laced with menace and worry. He sighed
after a moment of silent tension passed between them. He then set down his son
carefully. He cleared his throat.
“Nevermind, we’ll search for it later but in the meantime we have something
just as important to tend to.” The taller figure then pulled out a piece of
cloth from his pocket.
“She’s alive and here.”
. . . . . .
Elsewhere in the small town there was a commotion at the mayor’s house but the
mayor wasn’t home only one solitary figure.
CRASH! The young body of a man picked himself up from the ground. Blood
trickled down from the left side of his nose.
“Grrrh…you’re not helping me like you had promised,” he said. He gripped his
head with a jolt as if in pain.
“Quiet fool! There are more things in play here than you know! You will have
everything you want soon enough!”
“Oh really! When will that be, you demon?!”
“Patience is a virtue, my dear host. Soon Osiris will be ou-yours.”
***** Well That's Not Fair *****
Chapter 8
Osiris’ POV
“Whew, that should be all of it,” I said happily. I closed the lid to the trunk
and climbed in the car next to Splendor and Offender’s other brother
Trenderman. He liked fashion. Splendy and Smexy both thought it’d be a good
idea if he stopped by to help me dress for the fair. I didn’t really know why
but I went along with it. Trender really knows his stuff, I mean for once I
felt…pretty. When I walked out of the room Offender was sitting on the couch.
He shot a look at me and I could see a slight pink tinge appear on his face
before he had turned back to the tv in the corner.
Trender started the car and began to back up to turn around. He stopped
abruptly and looked around the car.
“Ooops, almost forgot. Is everyone in their illusion form?”
“Yeh,” said Offender, “can you go already we’re gonna still have to set all
these up at the fair.”
“G-going to t-the fair is g-going to b-be fun,” said Toby from the back.
“Are you sure Slender isn’t going to mind his proxies being missing?”
“They work too hard Osi,” replied Splendor with a wink, “I think it’d be good
for them to get out aside from missions all the time.”
“I still don’t know about this,” said Hoodie.
“Yeah I mean we’re keeping this human a secret. I don’t think we’ll be able to
either. It’s not like he can’t get into our heads,” mused Masky out loud.
Everyone looked at me worryingly. I smiled as best as I could. I was a bit
worried too, not quite scared but definitely cautious.
“I’ll be careful guys, I mean my uncle knew about your existence and nothing
happened so…”
Trender continued to drive on to the fair but all the Slenders and I remained
quiet for the remainder of the trip. To be honest the only ones that actually
talked were Toby, who constantly pestered Masky with questions, and Masky, when
he thought the questions were worth answering.
. . . . .
When we got to the fair everyone helped me set up a booth in the reserved spot.
After I was all ready the proxy boys went off to enjoy the rides, food, and
games. Of course before they headed out Splendor gave them a stern warning that
they had to stick together but also absolutely no weapons or killing. They left
the weapons in the minivan as a precaution. Splendor, disguised as Akira,
eventually went to wander around and show Trender everything. Again the tall
man had become nothing but a big kid, it was adorable to see him so excited.
“Smexy, you know you can go join them if you want to?”
“Nah kid, I’ll stick with you and give ya a hand. I’ve been to these things
before…all around the world actually,” he said looking into the distance.
“Really?”
“Yeh,” he leaned back in his chair, propping up his feet on the table,”
honestly I think the best was the Chinese New Year in Hong Kong.”
“You were in Hong Kong? Why?”
Offender’s relaxed mood stiffened. I don’t think he was expecting that
question. I didn’t know everything about Offender, especially why he had that
name in the first place.
“Ummm…”
Offenderman’s POV (okay this slightly concerning that this is getting easier D:
)
“Ummm…” What was I going to say? ‘Ah yes I was in Hong Kong cause I had a
fucking erection I wanted to get rid of!’ She’d never talk to me again and
probably slap me right there on the spot. Most women had that response when I
was honest about what I do. So I had learned quickly to fib.
“I was there on business.” It wasn’t a very good fib. I probably could have
done better.
“Hmmm…”
Oh boy, there it was, she was figuring something out already. Damn, women were
smart. In recent years I had to start seeking easier ways to find release.
There were even a few times I had resorted to more violent means…I didn’t like
using that method though.
“Offender, I’m not an idiot.”
“I didn’t say you were,” I defended.
“No, but you’re acting like I am.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off that way…”
“Smexy do you have that name because it’s your character?”
“W-why would you say that kid?” SHIT! I was losing control of the situation.
“So I’m guessing that the business in Hong Kong was because you were looking
for someone who…uh…wanted to ya know…”
“Have sex.”
Osiris’ cheeks turned a bright red when I finished her sentence. It was cute
when they were that shade but this was a bit serious.
“(sigh) You’re a smart one Osi. Yeah, that’s why I was in Hong Kong.”
“So that night I first met you and Jeff, were you…”
“No, no, no, not you. I had never seen you before then. I…uh…” I leaned a bit
closer to her ear, “I was actually trying for the mayor’s wife.”
“Pffft! HAHAHAHA!”
I was a bit surprised at Osiris’ reaction at that. It wasn’t negative like I
thought it’d be.
“So let me get this straight. You tried to sneak in but ended up setting off
his security and then had everyone searching for you?”
“Yeh,” I replied with a slight smile, “wouldn’t necessarily be the first time
either though.”
“Well I guess you learned how serious he is about his security now…Offender, I
have another question though,” she said calming down from her laughing fit.
“What’s that kid?”
“You sound like a very independent person and it seems to me that you probably
don’t live at the mansion. So my question is, why did you stay?”
“To be honest…it’s because of you. It’s been awhile since I have had someone I
could call a friend besides those crazy kooks back at the mansion.” I tousled
her hair a bit. She giggled before grabbing my hand.
“You know Trender spent a good hour trying to fix my hair.”
“He’ll get over it,” I said with a smirk.
“Ummm…I have one last question. Did you ever think about…uhm… you know what
nevermind.”
“Did I ever think of you in that way you mean?”
“I-it’s a stupid question,” she said running her hand through her messed up
hair.
“N-no it’s valid (deep breath) and yes I had, originally…BUT I never acted on
it. I valued our friendship more. You see when I usually ‘pleasure’ myself I
end up leaving the person behind without any trace or remembrance of me ever
being there. So the evidence that you still know who I am and the even bigger
fact that I’m here with you back up my claim. I’m interested in you for many
reasons. The last time that happened was 7 years ago. I had stayed with the
person till they were ready to move on leaving me behind.”
“Oh, that’s awful. How could someone do that to you?”
“The person cared about me but when it’s your time…I guess that’s it. Heh, she
gave me the building she lived in, which is a fairly large one in New York
City. I was able to convert the lower levels into a refined club that has
become quite popular. It has an apartment on the top level where I live when
I’m not abroad.”
“Oh, so that’s where you live.”
“Heh, thought there were no more questions?”
“Wasn’t meant to be one,” Osi said a bit sullen. I looked over at Osiris
lifting my fedora to see her better. I could see the tears collecting at the
edge of her eyes.
“Uh, kiddo? You okay?”
“Ye-yeah, it’s just that I understand how it feels to loose someone you care
about.”
We ended up falling silent after that. Within a few minutes, however, we
started to get customers. The busy pace practically erased the existence of our
conversation. I was a bit glad we had stopped talking about the past. My
memories, of what I could actually remember, were painful. I had awoken in the
middle of a forest, wrapped around a small human child. I couldn’t remember
anything, heck I didn’t even know I had brothers then. I had wandered for some
time caring for the kid then we found a farm where the owner took us in. She
taught me a few things like how to speak English and a bit of math. The
neighboring humans, however shunned me, hated me almost. I never understood
why. Then there was the fire…I was able to escape but as far as I knew the kid
and owner both were killed. After that I traveled from place to place, even
more so after I hit puberty. Then there was Norma, the one I had told Osiris
about, she was an old lady that took me in and forgave me, no matter what I
did. She was an odd one but the only one that cared. Heh, wasn’t kidding about
them being painful…I didn’t want to remember but I knew there was something I
was missing from my mind, the memories from before the forest…10 years ago.
Narrator’s POV
Osiris was successful in selling a few of her works. The night was still young
and despite the setting sun things were just beginning to heat up.
“Hello there Hot Stuff.”
“Ugh,” sighed Osiris disgustedly.
“Hey, Egg-head she has a name,” said Offenderman.
“Who’s the fedora guy over here?”
“My name is Amun, not that it’s any of your business, you rude son of a
…mayor?”
Just then the mayor walked up joining his son’s side. He was smiling and seemed
happy that the fair was going well.
“Good evening Ms. Osiris, how goes your business?”
“Very well, Mr. Mayor,” Osiris responded with a smile.
“I’m glad my dear. My wife loves the painting you did for her.”
“Good,” Osiris looked happy but she was really distracted by the rude womanizer
in front of her and the angry slender beside her. Nickoli was wearing a shit-
eating grin on his face as Offender stood there trying to reign in his temper,
his fists clenched tightly. Both of them had their eyes locked on the other.
“Look at all these drawings. I have to say dear child that this must be your
medium. They truly are amazing sketches and the concepts are very interesting
to say the least.”
“Uh thank you...”
“You must’ve been working so hard the last few weeks,” interjected Nickoli,
“why don’t you enjoy the fair for a bit?”
“I’ve never been much of a carnival rides/games person…”
“Nonsense dear child everyone should have some fun every once in a while,” said
the mayor. He grabbed Osiris’ hand and pulled her around the booth. Somehow in
the exchange she and Nickoli ended up holding hands. Offender’s fists clenched
even more turning his knuckles white.
“I-I need to be at my booth to sell my pictures,” said Osiris quickly.
“I insist you take a break Osiris. Your friend can go with you as well if he’d
like. You can show him what this town does for fun.”
Offender’s POV
“I insist you take a break Osiris. Your friend can go with you as well if he’d
like. You can show him what this town does for fun.”
No way in hell was I going to leave Osiris alone with that bastard.
“What about my booth?”
“I can watch it for you…” said Masky, walking up; “I think I’ve had my fill for
the night.” Masky, you and I will have strong words later!
“Are you sure, Tim? I wouldn’t want you having to spend your few minutes of off
time working.”
“Really it’s no problem. I kind of want some time away from Toby to be
honest…Hoodie is taking him on all the rides.”
Well I couldn’t blame the proxy about that. Toby was good at one thing, being
an annoyance. In fact he’s the reason why Slenderman doesn’t want me alone with
his proxies. Since the first time I met Toby he immediately ticked me off and
well…I think the rest goes without saying.
“I don’t know…”
“Awww, come on Osiris have some fun for a change,” Nickoli said beginning to
drag her away from the table. I frowned and followed after them making sure I
kept up. I knew Masky would do a good job. Neither Osiris nor I enjoyed being
with that brat. Any fun we could have had was sucked away instantly.
Slenderman’s POV
“Father, why are we here?” It was confusing having to disguise as a human and
attend one of their festivities. The carnival was extremely crowded. Our
illusion forms took a lot of energy and focus to keep up and this busy place
wasn't going to help.
“I was informed that she would be here at the fair. We have to find her soon.
The spell allowing her to stay in human form is getting weak. I am afraid that
it will soon break and there will be nothing to hide her from him.”
“She’s here! Why of all places to be…”
“She’s a professional artist. She came to sell her works. You know Osiris was
always a hard worker.”
“Hmph, don’t you mean O-51-R-15?”
SLAP! My cheek burned at the impact as my head turned to the side. I rubbed my
cheek, slightly cowering from my elder.
“Don’t you EVER refer to her like that again!”
“I don’t understand why you hate that so much. They were our names…”
“(Sigh) My son, I know that you all went through that and that you’re the
oldest to have endured all of it. Please know that although G and I could not
erase what happened we both loved you, all of you. G may be gone but as long as
I am here no one, especially not him, will ever harm any of you again,” the
taller being placed his hands on my shoulders and touched his forehead to mine.
He then brought me into a short, firm hug.
“Now let’s go find Osiris.”
“Alright.” We made our way through the crowds. I began to look closer at the
booths but so far they were mostly food vendors.
“Gah,” I voiced as someone bumped into me, “excuse me?”
“Yeah, you better be, weirdo!”
My brows furrowed as I stared down the person. It was some young male. He was
unshaven and was clearly a member of the so-called ‘tough’ crowd. Something
else then caught my attention. The male was carrying a framed sketch of a tall,
slender figure.
“Hmmm…” I followed him a little ways until he ducked into a more remote, dark
area of the carnival. I watched as he stopped and then proceeded to take the
picture from the frame. He then got something from his pocket and looked as if
he started writing on the unsheathed parchment.
“Excuse me, sir,” I said. The man started, drawing a knife from his other
pocket quite suddenly.
“Who the fuck are you?!” He then lunged at me. Wrong choice human! I dropped my
illusion and instantly pinned the human down with little effort.
“It’s not very polite to attack someone.”
“Wh-what are you?”
“Someone you should co-operate with if you have anything to value in your life.
Now where did you get that picture from,” I said stiffly as I pointed to the
parchment.
“From a booth,” he said frantically.
“Which booth?”
“It’s left of the next popcorn stand, right before you enter the rides area!” I
dropped him and walked over to pick up the sketch. As I held it in my hand I
could see that the figure was actually a skeleton with scars on his face, G!
This had to have been done by O-51~I mean Osiris. I looked for the name on the
page and saw that it had been sloppily crossed out and a new name scribbled
above it. I turned to the sorry excuse for a human barely picking himself off
of the ground.
“You know this is stealing!”
“Look bud I’m sorry. Let’s just forget this ever happened. You can even keep
the sketch.”
“Hmmm…”
“What?”
“I was debating whether or not you’d be worth my time or energy to teach a
lesson. Normally I would just let this be but…you were just trying to steal
from someone very special to me. So I think it’s safe to say that you are going
to have a BAD time!”
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