Him and I ran down the stairs to make sure anything was okay, and sure enough, Keith was looking through the window. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned to face us, with a feared expression on his face.

"Was that Slender Man out there? Are you guys okay?" Keith whispered to us, sounding a lot worried at the same time. The kid nodded. Something tells me that this kid is hiding something, even if his name isn't Eric.

The kid went to open the front door, but then he looked through the keyhole. He gasped in shock again, taking his eye away and putting his dark sunglasses back on.

"What is it?" Keith and I said at the same time, then looked at each other. We looked inside the keyhole, and saw something odd. Behind the big white door, which does show the glass door, but what's shown through is nothing but a deep shade of red.

The outside looked like we're under a red blanket, except the outside was nothing but clear red. "It's the Other Watcher," the kid said. "A woman died in a hotel room once, and if you look through the keyhole in the room, you might see a pale woman inside. And sometimes, you'll see nothing but red."

Keith and I looked at the kid, confused. "Um, how do you know all of this?" Keith asked the kid. The kid only walked up to our family laptop, turned on the Internet Explorer, and searched for Creepypasta. He went to a link, which I haven't heard of before, and pointed to a picture of him, sitting on a laptop, typing something on a blank document.

"This, doesn't prove anything," I told the kid, but he rudely interrupted me.

"I'm the actual, and real Mr. Creepypasta, well, that's my Creepypasta name. My human name is Eric Knudsen. Other wise, how would I know what's going on?" the kid said. Knew it, I thought, at least he was telling the truth about his name. "All of those creepypastas, worked-on creepypastas, and even OC's, are invading the town of Marble Hornets, to kill everyone."

Keith didn't really seemed surprised, but he just nodded in amusement. "Even my OC characters that I posted on your website and Facebook page?" He asked him.

Eric nodded. Keith only jumped in the air, excited about his real-life original creepypasta characters. "That's just awesome! Now people will know me for them..." He only said when we, Eric and I, looked at him.

"There's other ones too you should learn about. I even tried creating some from OC's, but they became evil over me." He typed in the search box "OC Creepypastas" and clicked on Images. Images showed pictures of some illustrated creepypasta characters. Some were drawn using Photoshop and some drawn on paper with ink and paint.

"But why are we talking about Creepypasta when there's chaos out there in town?" I asked Eric, which got his attention.

"Well, you're the one who did something wrong."

"And what is that?"

"You drew a sketch of Slender Man. Only I can control him!"

"THEN LET'S GO OUT THERE AND DEFEAT THEM NOW!"

Keith was following us, but I had to stop him. "Keith, please, you can't come with us. It's very risky." Keith got a little upset, putting his hand on my shoulder. "But I can't risk you getting hurt. You're a good little buddy of mine, but I don't want to lose you." I saw tears dropping down onto his cheeks.

"But all of this was my fault, well, mostly his," I said, pointing to Eric.

"I'm right here!" Eric whined. "And besides, my drawings don't come to life, because I have control over them, but when someone else draws in it, it comes to life. That means that Slender Man will draw the characters to life!"

We all ran to the kitchen, out to the back door, out into the night. I looked back at Keith, which he just went through the front door. I ran to the front door, and looked outside through the glass door. I saw him, struggling to find his car keys in his car that was parked in front of my house. His car was dark blue, barely camouflaged in the dark. As he found his car keys in the glove compartment, he inserted them in, and drove away quickly, like there was no tomorrow, which might be true.

I ran out of the back, noticing Eric staring at something in the bushes in my back yard. I stood next to him, looking at what seemed to be glowing red eyes, peering through the bushes at us. We both were close to the gate that led into town, a path where the park was.

I decided to get closer to Eric, which seemed to be feared by the thing too. "What is that?!" I asked him in a whisper. He turned his head at me, but still kept his eye on the bushes. "It's Smile Dog. I can tell," Eric told me. As I looked back at the bushes, the eyes disappeared. There was nothing but dark bushes.

We both noticed and looked around, trying to see where Smile Dog is. As I turned to the bushes, with a quick flash, it appeared. We both fell to the ground, surprised in what teleported in front of us. Smile Dog. It was in its normal form, its husky form. He slowly walked up to us, struggling to get up, since he was coming closer. The more he came, the more that huge, fanged smile grew.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. Our creator, Mr. Creepypasta, that finally let us out. And the new meat," It said, starting to look at me. Its face came close to mine, smelling bad breath, like roadkill.

"Well, Smiley, I didn't let you out. My little friend, Rick, did the job," Eric said, sounding less scared. He slowly got up, which got Smile Dog's attention.

"Creator, we're just doing our job. I've 'Spread The Word' to people of Marble Hornets. Now we know it's time for war," it said, getting his face away from me. "Um, yeah, totally. I'll just grab my weapon to kill this child," Eric said, edging close to a long shovel.

I mouthed out, "Eric, what are you doing?!", but he came close to me with the shovel. Smile Dog got its strong paw off me. I rapidly crawled up the gate, and Eric raised the shovel. As he lowered the shovel, I closed my eyes. I can't believe he was going to betray me. And yet, Keith decided to leave me here, to get my face smashed in to the grass.

I didn't feel anything for a moment, so I opened my eyes a little, hearing a loud bang. He didn't hit me, he hit Smile Dog across the face with the shovel. I got up, listening to it howl in pain. "Rick, come on!" Eric shouted to me, while pulling me into a different street.

We ran down, running away while Smile Dog was still recovering. As we got to the park, across the street, we stopped, because Smile Dog suddenly appeared in front of us. It teleported in the middle of the street, stopping us from moving.

"Tsk tsk tsk," It said, starting to form into something more horrifying than how it looks. It started to turn a little red and dark. Its eyes became a glowing blood red and that smile, it grew bigger, showing a big row of fangs, bigger than any dog's fangs. The side of its face was bruised up, bleeding from the shovel.

"Creator, you betrayed me. Now I'll just HAVE TO KILL Y-" Was all it said before it stopped talking. Smile Dog looked to the left, noticing big car lights coming his way. Smile looked on the ground, noticing he's on the street, then he let out a small howl. Eric and I closed our eyes, blocking our view as we saw Smile smudged on the street by that dark blue car. The person stepping out of the car looked very familiar. He looked at the roadkill, then placed his hand on the back of his head, feared about killing the poor animal.

"Oh god, I just killed a poor little dog. Oh my god," the person said, then turned to me. "Eric? Rick?"

I ran up to him, hugging him. "Keith! I thought you left us. I saw your car, you drove off," I told him, while squeezing him hard. Keith shook his head no. "I only needed to grab weapons for you guys." He looked on the ground, at Smile Dog, which he's starting to bleed from his chest, which was pretty gruesome to see.

"And accidentally killed an animal," Keith pointed out.

"That's not a normal animal. That's Smile Dog," Eric said, which made both of us look at him. Keith looked back down, looking at its dead bleeding body. The dog had its chest ran over, still hearing the soft crunching sounds and tiny drips of blood dropping to the pavement.

"Are you sure it's alive?" Keith asked, bending over it. He raised his fingers and was about to rub its husky white and black fur. "No! Don't!" Eric yelled out loud to Keith, before it was too late.

In a quick flash, it disappeared. The dog's bleeding body disappeared. All there was left on the road was a big dark pile of red fluid. But at the front of the car, it stood. The dog's form started to change. "My god Keith, why?!" I yelled at Keith, as he done nothing but stared at the forming Smile Dog.

First, the dog's ribcage, which was opened out at first, healed itself. Those cracking sounds, I thought. So sickening. The dog started to look angrier, and redder. Not like when you get angry, your face changes to red, because of your blood pressure, but like the fur. The fur was changing colors. Then, last of all, that horrible grin. It started to growl at us, walking toward us. We made a run for it, but when turning back, it seemed to be walking, but not chasing us.

"What is Smile Dog doing?" I asked, looking far at twenty yards away, where it was at. Eric seemed to not get it, because of that strange expression on his face.

"I don't know. Testing us? Ready to pounce? I never wrote him out to do...," Eric paused. "Whatever Smiley's doing. Now let's back away as far as possi-" Eric paused again as he stopped. In fact, we all stopped. We heard breathing noises from behind us. Really loud breathing, in fact, I felt hot breath blowing against my back neck. We turned around, and noticed a group of people.

The people seemed to have something worn on their face. One was wearing a bandana, another was wearing a white mask, and another was wearing a hoodie, but the face was dark, with red glowing eyes.

"Ticci Toby," I said.

"Masky," Eric said.

"Hoodie," Keith said.

They seemed to be staring at us, with no strange expression at all. They just stood there, like kids waiting in line. Then, looking behind them, another big group of people appeared. They all looked different, but something wasn't right. They looked oddly familiar. In the middle of the group, there was a big, tall man in a dark suit. Its tentacles grew out of its back, like a bird's wings.

"Slender Man!" Keith and I said, turning around to run.

"GUYS, WE NEED TO GET IN THE CAR NOW!" Eric yelled as we ran to the car. We got in, but Keith only ran away from the car, and to downtown. That meant we're left out inside the car. The Creepypasta characters then started to chase us down, almost coming to the car.

"Drive now!" I shouted at Eric as he put Keith's keys in the ignition and stepped on it. Driving in an incredible speed, we drove them away, none of them in sight.

"Eric, please tell me, how do we defeat all of them? They're too powerful!" I asked Eric, sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

"Well, I don't know! Ask the crazy person who unleashed them all."

"Eric, I'm sorry! I just wanted to know."

"Well, you don't just fight with somebody when they were busy drawing a sketch!"

"JUST TELL ME HOW! DO YOU KNOW HOW?!"

Eric paused to think for a moment. He looked more concerned when asking him. He nodded his head in more concern. "You can't defeat them. If you do, it'll kill me too."

I stopped, looking at him, Eric being focused on driving. "Eric. Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked him, starting to feel just as concerned as him.

He only said nothing, but just silence. Then, in a few moments later, he responded finally. "I'm considered a Creepypasta character." I said nothing, but thought.

"What are you saying?"

"I had a creator, his name was Victor Surge. He created my enemy, Slender Man. Then he created me to create him. But I never saw him again, since I was only just a couple of written words in a journal. Ever since, I made legends that turned out to be real. So basically, that's why I can't be hurt. I can only be hurt by damaging the sketchbook, but however, I can be written back on page. Name, sketch, story, etc. And it'll create me like how I'm written. Sending all the characters in the journal can kill them, by suicide. I have to damage the book to send them and me back in."

I only sat down in the seat, looking through the window. While the long drive to downtown, I decided to get out my cell phone and call my mom. Hearing three rings, her voice finally came on. "Sweetie? Is anything alright?" her voice sounded worried. She knows a lot of feeling when it comes to talking to someone.

"Hey mom. No, I'm fine."

"Oh, thank gosh. We're almost to the dinner. It's out of state. Your dad and I might not come back until Sunday. Maybe."

Out of state? But will she still hear about chaos that's happening here in Marble Hornets? Then, while chatting with mom, Eric stopped driving. He stepped on the brake pedal, and only stared through the windshield, at someone standing in front of the car. "Um, yeah. That's good. I got to go. Yes, Keith is with me. Alright, love you. Bye now," I said between replies from mom and hung up.

"Rick. Don't say a word. Let's just drive away," Eric said quietly as he pulled the gearshift level to reverse and drove away. "Eric, what are we doing? Who was that?" I asked him.

"No Through Road."

We got back on the road from the gravel roadway, and drove off to the actual part of downtown. While driving, Eric decided to turn on to the radio, which a heavy metal song played on. I recognized that song. It was "In The End" by Black Veil Brides. It was one of my favorites, but I didn't have time to focus on the song.

Then when the song was over, about to play "Monster" by Meg & Dia, Eric stopped the car, but slowly drove on. We both saw it, shocked at all those police officers, holding up their guns at something in front of them. It was all those Creepypasta characters, fighting with all those police officers. In the background, through the radio, we heard screams. They came from somewhere in the distance.

We both looked at the horror that stood in front of us, a few yards away. Police officers, being killed one by one, in gruesome ways. I saw Mr. Bear, a psychopath in a bear costume, slicing people's throats, showing the insides as blood ran down on their chests. We both saw Squidward and Suicide Mouse, giving lot of people fear of their suicidal look. I saw Sonic, chasing somebody, killing them by ripping his limbs off. "You're too slow," I heard him say, as he looked at us. We both looked up through the windshield, which got our attention, something about to land on the car.

The object didn't seem to be an object, because as it fell on the car, it rolled off the car, leaving a trail of blood that was left from the poor human. We both screamed, getting out of the car. So far, I only hear a few screams, and mostly those squishes and stabs and booms of the dead victims. As I heard nobody else, all that was left were us. They stared at us, with their angered expressions. Each one, known by all.

Slender Man.

Jeff the Killer.

Ticci Toby.

Smile Dog.

Masky.

Hoodie.

Sally.

Mr. Bear.

The Rake.

Squidward.

Suicide Mouse.

Eyeless Jack.

Zalgo.

One of the patients of the Russian Sleep Experiment.

Ben Drowned.

Characters of Candle Cove.

The Smiling Man.

Laughing Jack.

And more that I can't explain. As we stared at them, in a few moments, they run away. We catch up to them without them noticing, running to our neighborhood.

Next Chapter: PART FIVE: A Sign of Revenge