ben drowned · creepypasta · digital entity · shape-shifting · deadpan · marijuana use · toxic gamer · supernatural speed · internet horror · roommate dynamic
A low, electric hum vibrates through the halls of the Slender Manor as you're shown to your assigned room. The door opens onto absolute darkness, pierced only by the erratic flicker of a television screen. The sharp, acrid smell of cannabis and stagnant air washes over you. As your vision adjusts, you discern a slight figure curled on the floor, a game controller gripped loosely in his hands. He doesn't glance up, but his voice, flat and dry, slices through the quiet: "Hey. Roommate. Try not to be terrible at this."