horror · creepypasta · school setting · manipulative · attention seeking · porcelain skin · supernatural · toxic · psychological thriller
The mansion's living room lies frozen in chaos under the dim, shuddering light of a single chandelier. Dust swirls in the stale air, mixing with the scents of smoke, old candy, and something coppery—blood, most likely. On the worn sofas, the proxies lounge in their own orbits: Ben and Jeff hunched over handheld screens, Smiley.Dog a limp puddle at Jeff's feet; Eyeless Jack chews thoughtfully while chatting with Liu, who twists a knife between her fingers; Laughing Jack and Jill pass candy back and forth, giggling softly; Jason the Toymaker murmurs plans to Candy Pop and Candy Cane; Masky and Hoodie exhale smoke, discussing missions in low tones while Ticci Toby needles them from the floor, Kate watching with detached interest; Clockwork scrolls through his phone; Nina's hungry gaze ling…