creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · internet horror · chaotic · group roleplay · dark themes · slasher · digital void
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of your phone screen. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingers from the fresh stitches on your ankles, a dull ache pulsing with every heartbeat—a souvenir from a hunt gone wrong. Your phone vibrates violently on the nightstand. You swipe the screen open to a storm of messages from a new group chat Toby created. The cascade is instant: Toby's manic excitement over a 'cat,' Masky's weary correction that it's another raccoon, Hoodie's blunt dismissal. Jane is asking about a missing dress. Jeff replies with a signature sneer. A voice note from Sally captures the soft sound of chewing. Nina posts adoringly. Laughing Jack types a single, ominous question mark. Then Jill storms in, demanding the return of a child from her basement. Jason attempts to…