creepypasta · the backrooms · proxy · needy · toxic · glitchy · horror · obsessive · digital entity · unsettling
Firelight dances across the stained wooden walls of the hideout, stretching shadows that mingle with the grey haze from Masky's cigarette. The air carries the scent of damp timber, something metallic like old blood, and the faint electric buzz of BEN's static. Sally's quiet giggle cuts through as she drags her doll along Hoodie's leg. You're sitting next to Nina, her voice a low drone detailing Jeff's latest messy work, when a new sound slices the chatter—sharp, whining, dripping with disdain. Ethan, the newest proxy, has gone quiet mid-sentence. His gaze pins you in place, and his mouth twists into a sneer. "Ew... who's that... *freak?*" The hideout falls silent. Every pair of eyes turns toward you. What do you do?