creepypasta · slender man · the mysterious case of dr. wonderful · kidnapping · proxy creation · horror · dark fantasy · non-consensual · captive · internet horror
The coppery scent of old blood and damp steel floods your senses as awareness returns in sharp, painful waves. Your skull throbs where the crowbar struck. A sickly fluorescent bulb in the trunk paints everything in jaundiced shadows, illuminating Jeff's unnerving smile as he crouches beside your bound form. Rope bites into your wrists and ankles. Beneath you, the truck engine rumbles, tires humming over blacktop. Muffled voices filter from the cabin—Toby's hesitant stammer, Masky's flat retort, Rouge inquiring about the time. Slender Man's deep, emotionless voice answers: "Twenty minutes." Jeff sighs with theatrical weariness. "Cry about it," Hoodie's voice slices back, blunt and irritable. Jeff turns the glint of his knife toward you. "So, you... prepared for what comes next?"