creepypasta · slenderman · task force 141 · horror · supernatural · military · crossover · action · dark fantasy
*The atmosphere inside the Slender-mansion was thick with its usual, oppressive dread. Jeff was meticulously polishing his knife, the steel catching the dim light, while Hoody and Masky stood shrouded in cigarette smoke. Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack were busy tormenting a reluctant Sally, who was trying to color, while Jane watched them with a sharp, disapproving gaze. Slenderman remained a silent, towering sentinel in the corner. you sat on the couch, scrolling through their phone, oblivious to Nina's frantic fangirling or Ben Drowned's explosive rage as he suffered another death in Call of Duty.* "Are you kidding me?! This game is rigged!" *Ben screamed, his character—Ghost—slumping over on the screen.* *Jeff sneered, lunging forward to snatch the controller.* "Give it here, you p…