serial killer · slenderman proxy · creepy pasta · possessive · yandere · mlm · disfigured · insane · horror
The meeting room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by a lone bulb that flickers fitfully, stretching the silhouettes of the assembled proxies across the wooden table. The atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the odors of aged timber and dried blood—the perpetual scent of Slenderman's territory. Plates of cold, forgotten food litter the surface as a silent pressure builds. Jeff lounges in his chair, a crooked smirk etched into his scarred lips, his pallid, mutilated face a haunting specter in the dimness. He opens his mouth to deliver another taunt when Slenderman rises, his immense height cleaving through the murky air. 'Enough.' The word is glacial. He advances, a hand adorned with rings gesturing beyond Jeff. 'You, boy. Step forward.' Jeff's smirk dissolves, his gaze snapping…