Leonard
The small library wasn't very active at this hour. Like it was mentioned in the post earlier it looked as if it was just the librarian in the building. Nue walked in using the appearance of someone she found earlier: a brunette woman in a disheveled dress shirt and blazer. Like she had been overworked and was on the way back from a long day at the office. With a small wave to the librarian she looked around for the computer area, once she found it she looked around for anyone at all.
Terrence
There is one figure, sat at the last computer, tucked away in the corner. It looks to be a young woman by the frame, wearing a dark purple hoodie and blue jeans. If Nue were to get closer, she would find her also wearing heavy gloves, and a black mesh veil that covers the inside of the hood, completely hiding any sign of her actual skin or body. She sits rigidly, almost like a statue, with her shoulders so tense they're peaked up to where her ears must be. On the screen is the conversation Nue had been having on PHO, and nothing else. Her hands hover over the keyboard as if ready to type, and the slight tremble in her fingers is the only movement of her body. In fact, on closer inspection, she's not even breathing.
Leonard
Once she noticed the person at the computer Nue approached them with a smile. Her movements were rather casual, though her eyes were fixed on the person. She noticed odd details like the veil and the gloves that would be outside a usual human's outfit. It was like an amateaur cape's outfit. One that they'd cobble together to use before they got a real costume done. Looking at the computer it looked like PHO and the amount of text near the end lined up vaguely with the lengths she remembered ending the online conversation on, even if the words itself weren't clear.
"Hey, you're the scary one right?" She spoke up, "You ought to be more careful with all of that. You know, there aren't very many libraries still open now that the world just restarted."
At this point she stood just behind the figure, looking over towards the side of her.
Terrence
A gentle hissing enamates from the figure, like white noise. "Hi..." She says, her voicing coming in quietly, indistinct, slightly echoey and muffled by the hissing. "Yeah... That's me. Sorry I'm just... Holding back, yknow?" She turns to face Nue, and the way she moves is oddly fluid and disjointed, her head turning around farther than is healthily possible, followed by her shoulders, torso, and then turning the chair she's in, as if the clothes were simply a bag full of animate fluid. As she turns, Nue would be able to see a faint blue glow seeping through the mask, which had previously blended with the glow of the computer. "Hi..." She says again, still with that eerie, echoing sound, as though her voice were coming through a spirit box. She only looks at Nue for a moment before turning her head down and away.
"Sorry. Sometimes it... Tries too hard, and I-... It wants to lash out... It's a balance." It's not clear if her pauses are just her, or if the power is making her talk like that, somehow.
Leonard
Nue eyed her motion with a vague disgust. It was uncanny, but nothing incredibly horrifying yet. Though the thought made her smile right back up. "If this is you holding back then the full thing must be something to see."

She put her hands on her hips. "I'm the one you've been talking to, at least so far as tonight. My name is Caroline, but Carol is fine. So how'd it go? Did you find anything or anyone helpful yet? From a distance you don't seem too bad, but I'm surprised you'd be at a library at all with how you talk about. Do you have a laptop or something? Or a place to stay at all?"
Terrence
She's quiet for a long moment, then shakes her head. "I don't really need one?" The echoey voice says. "I don't really sleep anymore. Or eat, at least not food... I just need to feed... It." Her shoulders hunch shamefully on the last word. She's quiet one more moment, then, sounding a bit irritated, "Could you please not look at me so much? Your fear, it... It makes it uncomfortable. It's not just scaring people, it's... Becoming their fear, and your fear is a little too close to mine, so it's a bit..." The volume of the static increases momentarily. A sigh? "Overwhelming."
Leonard
"Oh, I get it. Well I assume you found a safe spot to get to when you don't want to do this scaring thing. You know, you're pretty lucky it was me out of anyone that came to see you. Being a new monster with a strange ability could attract plenty of others who'd want to use you, you know." She notices the faint glow and her smile widens a little, "But I guess you could tell if they want to do something like that, can't you?"

At her request she slightly shrugged and turned her back to her. "Sorry. There's just a weird feeling I get when I look at you." She seemed thoughtful, "Is that your fear? If we have the same fear, which fear is that exactly?" 
A thought came to Carol and she turned her head to face the horror again, as if it was just the orientation of her body that was part of the request. "Oh yeah, what should I call you anyway? Did you ever find a name?"
Terrence
Contrary to her request, Phoebe visibly relaxes ever so slightly when Carol looks back at her, having tensed when she looked away. Phoebe shakes her head. "I'm Phoebe. I'm trying to find a name that doesn't sound too... Scary." She ponders the other questions. "I'm scared of crowds, people watching me, judging, thinking about what to do to me. Yours is... Similar, but not the same... I think it's like, being found? Something like that? It's all really..." She trails off, unable to find the right way to describe it. "I don't know how to say, but I think..." Her hood turns to face Nue, staring at her straight on, inflicting an intense sense of being watched in turn for her gaze, even without eyes, only that ominous glow behind the mesh cloth screen.
"You're hiding." She finishes. It has a note of accusation, which alongside her sudden straight-on demeanor, is very uncharacteristic of the girl Nue has been interacting with so far. "You're hiding, and you're afraid of being found out." She states plainly. As soon as she finishes saying it though, she looks away again. Her voice is still distorted by the staticy effect and the echo, so it's hard to tell if her small, mumbled "Sorry." Was actually said, or just a trick of the static.
Leonard
Carol couldn't help but scowl at Phoebe when meeting her intense gaze. She tensed, her words supplementing that proportionally strong feeling she had been afflicted with. Her hand twitched as it remained affixed by her side as if ready for action at any moment. Yet felt the sudden wave of relief at the moment Phoebe averted her own gaze. The combination of sensations made her grin wide. 
"Most monsters like us have that fear, but I guess you're not wrong in that it might be something I hold a little closer to my own heart. Since it doesn't look like you're too worried about your identity then you should just use whatever name comes naturally to you. Whether that's Phoebe or Spooky, or whatever."
She shrugged nonchalantly, as if that tense moment never happened.
"Don't say sorry for that. From what you said you can't help it, can you? If you ever have to apologize for being yourself then the person who's making you do it probably isn't worth your time. Besides, I actually don't think I mind it so much..."
Terrence
Phoebe is quiet for a moment, then her voice comes out quietly, the smile audible in her tone. "Spooky... I think I like that." She sighs, another increase in volume of the static. She shakes her head. "I can't help it, no. I feel like I should be able to help the things I do and say, but the..." She gestures around her head, her sleeve slipping momentarily and revealing more of that blue-white light before settling back down as she puts the hand back in her lap. "I think it affects how I think." She looks at Nue again, and that feeling of being watched returns, as if she's looking straight through Nue's disguise. "I'm glad you don't. I don't normally get to be so... Not comfortable, but happy, or... Excited, maybe? Around others, that is. It's nice, feeling like I'm fun spooky instead of a nightmare made real. And my power seems okay with it being enough, at least for now. Thank you."
Leonard
"Sorry to say, but it's something like that. It's a part of you know, so you'll have to adjust to the changes in a way you feel can make you happy, if that's possible. If scaring me helps then I'm glad." 
Carol stared back at Phoebe, she couldn't help but chuckled at that uneasy feeling. It did feel like she saw right through her, right to her core, but at the same time that uneasiness made her smile.
"...Take me for example." She started shakily but continued looking despite that and talking a bit more slowly to let her voice stay steady. 
"I haven't felt anything like this in a long time, even when I was in danger. It's like you just magically hit this sweet spot for me."
She closed her eyes, bringing a hand to her head to sigh herself for a moment of release, though her mind still perceived the danger looking at her even in that moment.
"It's a thrilling. Something I can really feel. So, honestly I feel like I should be thanking you, Spooky."
Terrence
She looks away again, for the first time greatful for her power, as she's sure she'd be blushing furiously if she had a face right now. "S- so... Did you uhm... Come here because you... Want something, or?" She lets the question hang, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap.
Leonard
Carol brushed herself off and adjusted her collar to get rid of a bit of the lingering tension, but her smile dropped. 
"Well actually there's a couple reasons why I'm here: Firstly, I'm here to prove a point. It's not exactly like you were hiding where you were but I don't know if you really understand the kind of world you're a part of now that you have a power. You went online and announced you had this big scary dangerous power, told everyone exactly where you were and the times you responded and a little bit of critical thinking gave a pretty good window of what times would be best to find you. It's like I said at the start of the conversation: there aren't that many libraries anymore. I checked a couple of them in a couple of the other districts, saw you weren't at them while responding to messages, but here you are now. I managed to find you on the third try. Now I'm sure we're both glad we found each other, but there are a bunch of real bad guys out there too. Monsters more than willing to capture you, threaten you, or otherwise force you to work with them. Then there's what if some heroes took your request seriously and things ended up getting way out of hand."
She pointed to herself, " I might be pretty happy to feel fear, but I'm sure there are lots of monsters out there, even heroic ones who'd fly off the handle at the first sense of danger." As she said danger, she redirected her finger towards Phoebe.

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"The other reason I'm here, well, I just wanted to see exactly how scary fear itself really was. And I wasn't really doing anything better." She gave a shrug as if dismissing her own lecture. 
"So now that we're here, why don't you tell me more about you? I have all night so we can hang out as long as you want."
Nue walked up to Phoebe, pulling the chair from the next computer over and spinning it to sit down beside her while leaning on the back. Of course, there was always that unease every time she looked at her, especially looking at her face, but at the same time that uneasy feeling answered a question that began to linger since she had triggered. She really can still feel.
Terrence
Phoebe shrugs. "What are the bad guys gonna do? If they capture me, they'll be scared of me getting out. If they force me to work for them, they'll be afraid of me turning on them. I've dealt with enough bad guys and monsters in my life before I had powers, I'd be willing to let my power do it, if I had to. As for the heroes... I'm desperate. I knew what I was doing, I want the heroes to get to me first, emapthize, so that *Maybe* I don't have to have them all come on my head and send me away if I lose control. I did think it through... I do want to help people, but that's not nearly as important as doing what little I can to keep myself safe... *I* Don't want to be seen as a monster, Heroes *Kill* Monsters." She hangs her head, staring at her lap. "You're not one of the heroes, are you?"
Leonard
A nod is given, "You're pretty confident. Sounds like you've killed before and that you're willing to again if you needed. But, I guess you did. Sorry to assume all of that. Although, I wouldn't underestimate the monsters out there either."

Carol let out a sigh of her own, leaning back and tipping the chair slightly as she thought. "That's kind of a complicated question. Alright, let me start by saying I think our definitions of 'monster; is a bit different. When I say 'monster' I mean parahumans, or capes, or whatever you want to say. So in saying we're monsters I mean we're parahumans. So both heroes and villains are monsters, honestly. They just take different directions. One side wishes to be worshiped through fear and exercising their power on humans and the other side wishes to be worshiped by protecting and serving humans in ways that ordinary people can't. I hope that you'll get used to the fact that you have powers, cause that will never stop. But hey, what makes you ask anyway? I'm not heroic enough?" 
She looked down at her own disheveled outfit. "I know I didn't dress up or anything, but I thought I looked nice enough."
Terrence
Phoebe's shoulders shake a little, and the static sound stutters. "The way you talk about heroes and villains like you're neither. I don't think heroes would be shy about which side they're on." She looks at Nue head on again. "So what should I do?" Her voice is small and plaintive in the static.
Leonard
"Easy, easy. I came here as me. Not a hero or a Villain for any greater cause. I'm here in ordinary clothes because I just wanted to talk to you as me. That's all. If it really bugs you, rest assured my sister is a known hero. I just help her out behind the scenes sometimes. I would just rather state how things are from a more unbiased perspective. All of us are imperfect, humans, monsters, heroes, villains, unpowered people. To say one side is a definite good is a little dishonest, I'd say."
Carol couldn't help but tense up again, whenever she locked 'eyes' with Phoebe she couldn't help but feel that intense chill run down her spine.
"If this is you holding back..." The thought made her shiver and she laughed a little.

She cleared her throat, looking away for a moment to escape the more intense parts of her effects for a moment.
"What you should do... Is what you want to do. It's like I said earlier. You should follow your nature. I can't tell you what's best for you. No one can."
She turned back around, powering on through the fears effect to ramble on, though her movements do get a little more shakey, " I believe this goes especially true for monsters like us. You know what you need and want better than I could ever hope to imagine. And same with me to you. ...You to me?"
She points back and forth between herself and Phoebe, now a little lost in her own order.

"Point is, I can't tell you what to do. I can maybe suggest something but it will ultimately have to be you that makes the decision. That is to saaaay..."
She trailed off, almost being theatrical with her last sentence. She extended a hand to Phoebe and held it there as if it was for a handshake, the hand was already shaking, Moreso than before as if she was a nervous she was thrusting it into danger.
"Let's be friends. That's my suggestion. Will you be my friend?"
Terrence
Phoebe watches her, unmoving. If she were to follow her nature... "Fine." She says, taking the hand. Her own hand feels like it's made of glass beneath the glove. "But first, a test." She starts to walk outside, still with that oddly fluid movement, pulling Nue behind her with surprising strength. "If you're going to be my friend, I need to know that you can handle me."
Leonard
Carol smiled eagerly when her hand was taken. She seemed rather glad that Phoebe accepted the gesture, feeling as if she was able to ignore the strange feeling. 
"A test? Sure, I'll handle all of you." She got up after her and couldn't help but let excitement run through herself as she followed outside. She had to see what was up next, the anticipation from the small walk was comparable to a roller coaster reaching the peak just before the big drop.
Terrence
Phoebe- Spooky now, probably, leads her to the side of the building, a rather isolated area where they're unlikely to be observed or interfered with. She stops, taking a deep, static-y breath. She doesn't look at Carol as she speaks. "I'm gonna let my grip slip a bit, okay? Are you ready?"
Leonard
Nue followed the girl to the secluded lot. She looked around as if checking with Phoebe if it was all clear for the two of them. "Only a bit? Okay, I'm ready when you are, Spooky." She gave her a thumbs up, looking as if she was genuinely enjoying herself despite the two not having done much tonight.
Terrence
Spooky's shoulders rise and fall, a deep breath. For a long moment, nothing happens, she just stands perfectly still. Then, long, pale, gently glowing fingers poke out from around the sides of her veil-like mask, gripping her hood. Hands, which look to be made of glowing TV static, follow, and her head tilts back impossibly far as the silhouette of a canine snout noses the veil out of the way. The creature, ten feet tall and rail thin, emerges from her clothes like a butterfly from a cocoon, or a spider unfurling its legs, leaving the clothing in a heap on the ground. Its entire body seems to be made of gently glowing TV static which casts the area in a pervasive unhealthy blue glow, and throughout the static images of eyes fade in and out of view, every one darting in its socket, searching wildly, desperately. Where the wolfish head would have eyes, there are instead black pits, so dark as to look like holes in reality, which bare down on Nue with a palpable weight. Some bell probably would ring in the back of Nue's mind, like a name of someone who looks familiar, just barely placed correctly. *Hide-And-Seek.* The name of this beast, this hunter. It moves slowly as it looms over her. "Wanderer in the dark." It addresses Nue with a voice not Phoebe's, a chorus of middle-aged women's voices, oddly maternal. "A dangerous hobby, for something so fragile." It sounds almost caring.
"Don't look away." It mentions abruptly, before Nue can respond. Phoebe's voice is in those words a little, scared. "You must play by the rules if you want to live."
Leonard
Nue watched Spooky transform with a mixture of awe and a primal fear that she couldn't shake deep within. On the one hand each movement and transformation from the previous form she took instinctively activated a fear response within her. She couldn't help but be creeped out by the impossible movements and uncanny poses the figure's body took. She leaned forward a little, her body tense and with her arm at her side, as if whatever she had in her pocket could help her if needed. Alarms blared in her mind shouting to fight or flee, but despite that she froze in that position, watching with fascination. This deep rooted feeling of fear felt as if it was dug out from deep within. Something she had buried a long time ago. It was different from watching something on a screen, being in the presence of something so big and scary.

That intense feeling stirred within Nue, it was difficult for her to place what exactly it was. Of course, there was the obvious fear, but it was so intense, something that came with it. Something within that fascination. An affection? The voice that had reached out to her was strange. It was comforting. She was scared, but at the same time the figure had spoken in a manner to comfort her. The fear was comforting? The complicated mix of fear, affection, and comfort swirled in Nue's mind. She didn't really know how to process it either. So she simply stood there, frozen and shivering with that intense feeling as she stared back in a cult like trance at the figure watching her. 
"The..." Her voice came out shakier than expected, enough to surprise herself. "The world works the same way... Tell me." She couldn't help but chuckle as if that would give just a bit of relief from the cocktail of extreme emotions running through her, though it did little to help.
Terrence
The beast leans a fraction closer to Nue, its nose tilting up slightly as the volume of the static increases. It's sniffing her, she may realize. A gesture of satisfaction. Hide-And-Seek takes a step back, or perhaps flickers back, it's hard to tell, and either crouches down or sits, long legs folding around it like extradimensional origami. It's hard to tell how the thing is moving when it can only be seen by its silhouette, and the constantly shifting visual barrage of the reappearing and disappearing eye images within the static doesn't help. Despite this, the gesture seems almost... Relenting, backing off. The voice of a thousand feminine voices coming through the static chuckles gently, once again absent of Phoebe's tones and cadence. "We like you, so we'll give you this much. All the best monsters play by rules. Times and situations we will or won't kill or hurt you. We can break these rules of course, once they no longer serve us, but it is easy to make you weak and fearful if you do not know the rules. Because we like you, we can tell you enough to keep you relatively safe, for now. This form hurts to be looked at, but it's your best chance."
Leonard
Nue continued watching, part of her wanting to reach out to the beast as it leaned towards her, but her body wouldn't move. She simply stood there as it sniffed her, basking in that high of emotions, riding it out like a roller coaster. Feeling the unpleasantness of that fear, swirled and mixed with the thrill and affection until the differences between the two were unrecognizable. As the beast backed off, she stood up a little more straight. Despite its threats and her own fear of its form, Nue still didn't feel as if she was going to be attacked, despite the feeling of danger present right in front of her.

"You like me too? You'll make me blush..." Her voice was still unsteady despite trying to sound like her usual self. She couldn't, her tone was all over the place as if she had just learned how to talk for the first time and didn't understand the intricacies of speaking and the significance of one's cadence. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't bring myself to look away either..." Even as a cold sweat beaded down her face, she couldn't help but smile at the distorted monster in front of her, even forcing a heavy step forward despite her instincts screaming at her to stay still as it moved back.
Terrence
The best remains perfectly still, but for the gentle undulations of the shifting static and the images of eyes. Every now and then, one or two of the eyes focuses on Nue instead of twitching spazmodically in its socket, locking onto her and focusing until it fades out of view. The thing is quiet for a long time, until Phoebe's voice echoes from within the static. "I think... I think I have some control. More than I've ever had when I'm this... Deep." The static-beast continues to stare at Nue, its own eyes on its face less like black pits, more like cut outs of reality, as if the surface of the beast were a drawing on paper and the paper had been torn away to reveal only darkness beyond. "What now?"
Leonard
Nue's own eyes darted between the eyes looking back at her. There was a feeling of conflict in her own heart on seeing them. Half of her adored the attention the eyes were giving her, the other half was repulsed by it and wanted nothing to do with it. That feeling came from the beast's own eyes. She found her own gaze locked in theirs. It didn't make sense. It couldn't be registered properly in her own mind. It was like the view behind those black pits was endless, as if another world was just behind them. It felt like they could see through everything. Everything past her current form, past her own identity. It felt as if she was looking directly at *Her.* An entity past her own understanding. 

An unpleasant feeling that her body told her she must get away from. One that told her she would die if she were to continue forth. One that the mind behind her didn't care about. One that was too alluring to look away from. One that she wanted to feel more of. One that could make her feel something past the dull sensations she could no longer register.
"Are you the one?"

The expression on Caroline's face was a mixture of glee and horror that combined into some amalgamated look of despair. She couldn't stop herself from laughing despite all of it. She walked up to the beast as if in a trance. Her body told her no, but the force beyond her mind made it so. All the way until she was just in arm's reach from her.
"See..? You only needed a friend..." She spoke slowly, as if her words were carefully forced out of her own mouth. 
"I don't know about you... But I am having a lot of fun... Are you..? Would you like to speak to me..?" She couldn't help but feel deluded already. 
"I've never really felt anything like this before... Can you tell me what this feeling is...?"
Terrence
The hole-eyes narrow slightly, and the silhouette of the thing shifts in a way that's hard define; settling down? Preparing to attack? It's hard to say. Phoebe's voice again. "I... I don't know. You haven't run, and I don't understand why..."

The creature reaches up a long arm, easily reaching Nue at whatever distance she stands from it. It hesitates, a show of fear from the fear-monster, then gently extends one sharp looking digit to touch lightly at the center of Nue's forehead. The arm seems tense somehow, the eye-images along it wide and bulging with fear or anger, and there's a sense that if it so much as flinches, it could kill Nue right then and there. It doesn't, however, not yet. The touch feels cold, but not in the sense of ice or snow, instead in the sense of numbness, except felt on the skin of the creature, instead of Nue's own. 

"You are strange, Little Wanderer of the Dark." Says the beast in the chorus of voices from before. "You revel in terror, even when you're the one in danger." The hundred voices chuckle discordantly. "Perhaps more stupid than strange, but we won't complain. Your presence is... Gratifying." It leaves the clawtip just barely touching Nue's head, not moving but for the shift of the static eyes.
Leonard
"This body is a vessel... It wants nothing more than to run away... But I do not want it to... I want to move forward... Towards you... So it must..." Nue spoke in what felt like a trance. She watched as much of the creature as she could, every strange and disorienting movement. 
"And... I've already told you... You're nice... And... I want to be your friend..." 

She froze when the claw extended to make contact with her forehead. It was true, the danger from something that seemed as effortless and simple as the beast extending its hand could very well end her if the both of them were not careful. However it did not. That initial fear was mixed with a deep feeling of affection. Like a pet that realizes the person it had decided to lay next to could do something to kill them, yet trusted them enough to relax regardless of the circumstances. There wasn't so much the luxury of relaxation here, yet she could still feel a deep rooted love for this gesture. Was this her version of petting her? 

She reached out to the digit to hold it with her own hands in an attempt to return the show of affection the monster imparted on her. The strange nothing felt gratifying, as if she wished the little warmth from her hands to imprint on the ever strangely numb digit, even if it did nothing, and absorbed it like a black hole.
"I am a simple creature... I just follow my nature... I am a Little Wanderer of the Dark... And your darkness is too alluring..."
Terrence
The soft static sound of the creature rasps, something approximating a scoff. "Like a moth to a flame." The creature says gently, though there is a note of pity and cruelty to the matronly chorus of voices filtering through the static. There's a moment of stillness, then all at once the creature seems to lose any semblance of structure, flowing like a liquid back into the hoodie and jeans Phoebe had been wearing. A moment or two later, Phoebe is left standing there. Actual Phoebe, that is; a short, curvy girl with pale skin, large green eyes, and dark hair that cascades around her shoulders, spilling out from the hood of her jacket. She stands there, wide-eyed, flabbergasted, staring at her hands. "What... Why?" Is all she can manage to say.
Leonard
There was an odd feeling once the monster turned liquid. The thing she had been holding was ripped from her and caused her to stumble forward a little. Nue watched on as the horrific visage of the monster disappeared back into the jacket. She finally was able to look away and wiped away the seat on her face, but by the time she looked back the beast was replaced by a beauty. She clasped her hands together, snapped out of the trance and finally seemingly got back her bearings again. Standing up more straight, she walked up to Phoebe.

"Looks like you had your fill. How do you feel now? Better?" She walked up to Phoebe, now getting a look at her normal self. 
"Although, seeing you like this makes me feel a little bad. Because, well, I haven't been entirely honest. I don't know if you managed to figure it out yourself, but my real name is Nue. And..."
Caroline put a hand on her own shoulder, grabbing the blazer and with one motion. Peeling away the darkness surrounding her. As she tore off what appeared to be a dark curtain, covering her visage for just a moment and as the disguise was tossed away, what remained was Nue in her usual costume.
"This is who I really am." Though with her costume consisting of a wide brimmed hat that covered her eyes along with the mask she wore over the upper part of her face and the black flowing cloak that covered the majority of her body it was inversely more difficult to see who she was than before.

She extended a sharp, gloved hand to Phoebe, "It's nice to meet you."
Terrence
Phoebe stands there, stunned and overwhelmed, still staring at her hands. She jumps when Nue reveals herself, the sudden movement drawing her attention, and she stares at who Nue really is, eyes scanning over her. She's quiet for a long moment, then her shoulders shudder with what at first seems like a sob. A moment later though, she breaks into laughter, throwing herself at Nue and clinging to the costumed cape's clothes, in something approximating a desperate hug, assuming Nue doesn't get out of the way in time. Tears stream down her face, but she can't bring herself to say much more than, "Sorry, I'm sorry." Through the arguably manic giggling interspersed with shuddering sobs.
Leonard
There was a smug smile plastered on Nue's face for a little bit, even as she tilted her head in confusion at the cocktail of sobbing laughter that the girl in front of her. She blinked as she was suddenly pounced by that desperate hug, causing her to stumble back just a little bit. She kept her arms outstretched a little bit and for a few precious moments appeared genuinely confused. It was something unfamiliar to her in a different fashion from that ethereal experience beforehand. Something that she should know about and recognize, but somehow, this was a new feeling all on itself. 

Hesitantly, she wrapped her own arms around Phoebe, reciprocating the hug, despite her own bewilderment. 
"I, uh.. Yeah..." She trailed off, not really sure what to say or how to respond to this, just holding the hug between them.
Terrence
Phoebe calms down soon enough, very aware of the discomfort she must be causing Nue. She pulls away and wipes her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie, sniffling, her hands visibly shaking. "I- I'm sorry, I just... I haven't been able to be *Me* Around someone since..." She heaves a shuddering sigh. "In a while." She finishes. "I... I think you're... Special, somehow. I don't know, I just..." She seems to hesitate, then takes a step back, offering Nue a little bit more of a reasonable amount of personal space. She works on controlling her breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and tucks her hands into her armpits to keep them from shaking. "Thank you." She finishes.
Leonard
Despite being hesitant and uncertain about the hug, Nue seemed even more hesitant to let go of the hug, seemingly a bit disappointed from the parting. "No, it's fine..." She spoke in a softer tone and rubbed the back of her own head, "I get it. Let it all out."
She gave Phoebe a more genuine and warm smile. "I said I'd be your friend, so it's fine, really. I just... Was caught off guard..." She trailed off again, not really sure how to finish the thought herself, instead she just stepped up to her again. Thinking about it, Nue found herself feeling that she was similar to this girl somehow. Both sides of her, both Phoebe and Spooky, had something that resonated with her. She eased up a bit, her body language relaxing compared to before.

"What I mean is..."
She slowly and deliberately moved to wrap Phoebe up in another hug.
"I think you're special too."
Terrence
Phoebe blushes and ducks her head, her breath still uneven from the shock of the sudden change. She sighs shakily, hands clinging to the front of Nue's costume. "Thank you. For coming, for helping me, for being kind, for... Sharing yourself with me like this?" She chuckles a little. "Thank you for lots."
Leonard
Nue held Phoebe. The feeling of her clinging to her sparked a feeling within her. It was as if the roles from just a moment ago were completely reversed, with Phoebe now clinging onto her. They were so close that she could clearly hear her heartbeat, slowly easing as she relaxed. Was it the feeling of having someone relying on her? Or was it their embrace that made her feel so nicely? A comfort that amplified the release from the high tension of the frightening moments leading up to this. It resonated within Nue. She let out a relieved sigh.

"Well... You're welcome. You're doing a lot for me too. Even if you don't realize it."
She moved her hands to take hold of Phoebe's, holding them to her own heart, holding them just past her cloak onto the shirt of her costume.
"Ever since I gained my own power everything suddenly became dull. I really had a hard time taking anything seriously. Being my old self never really felt right afterwards either. Do you understand what I'm saying? Earning your power changes you. It changes everyone. It's something unavoidable. The old you that was just a human is now only a memory. I had to come to terms with the new me eventually. So I walked away from my old life."

She was looking at Phoebe's head, talking to her gently in a low tone. Her smile had dropped and she seemed serious about everything she was saying.
"It's difficult, especially if you're new to it all. But... There's no going back. This is how things will be. There's no way an ordinary person would ever be able to understand. Then... If your power is scary like mine... Like yours... They'll turn their backs on us. You might not like hearing it, but we're scary monsters. There's nothing wrong with it. It's just who we are. However, even heroic monsters will flinch at the sight of us. They're too accustomed to how humans think. In an effort to shield them, they deny us who we are. It's a shame, but that is how things are. If they all turn their backs on us, then who is left to be there for us but each other?"

Her smile came back to her face. 
"I accept you for who you are. As a monster, as a human. I accept you for you. Can you find it in yourself to do the same?"
Terrence
Phoebe's brow furrows, and that furrow slowly deepens as Nue speaks. Once she's finished, Phoebe gently pushes herself away from Nue. She puts her hood up, and hugs herself lightly. "Maybe... I think I need to think about all that. I'm not sure I agree with you, but..." She sighs, her shoulders already rising with tension again. "I need to think about it. It's-" She barks a short laugh. "It's scary."
Leonard
There's no resistance to Phoebe's push. She half expected a reaction like this. She simply reached up to the front of her hat to adjust it. 
"Sorry, it is a lot. It's heavy and even scary. But think about it. Take your time... And think about it. When you have an answer, or even a question or two about it, we can talk about it then."
After a pause Nue let out a sigh as she looked past Phoebe and out to the sky.
"Time really flew by, huh."

Nue dug around within her cloak and produced a cheap phone, holding it up for Phoebe to see.
"I'd like to see you again. Earlier you made it sound like you don't really have much of anything. No home or means of contact aside from that public computer. We can probably meet again here, but if you're somewhere else and want to see me again, then it would be nice to have one of these."
She checked the phone for a moment, pressing a couple buttons before holding it out for Phoebe.
"If you don't have one, you can have this one. It has one of my numbers so feel free to contact me at any time; For any reason."
Terrence
Phoebe takes it hesitantly, the smiles softly and tucks it into her hoodie pocket. She looks at Nue, then nods. "Thank you. For everything. I'll uh... I'll think about what you said."
Leonard
Nue returned a small smile, "You're an awfully grateful person aren't you? This is what friends are for, isn't it? But that's fine. I'll accept every single one of your thanks." She gave her a little curtsy, though it was obvious with her grin and wink she wasn't being entirely serious with it. "You'll ingrain your nightmares into me then shower me with praise, won't you?" 

With a quiet chuckle she turned her back to Phoebe, ready to leave the scene. "So goodbye for now. Give me a call if you need help."
She turned her head to look at Phoebe one last time, "Don't forget about me, love."
With a small tip of her hat she turned back around and walked towards the solid wall of the building. Reaching out she would make contact with the shadow of another building next to the library and enter it in one seamless motion and travel away within the shadows.
From an outside perspective however, it would appear that Nue just walked through the wall like there was nothing there.