masky · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · arrogant · violent · intelligent · obedient · smoking habit · yellow jacket
The Slender Mansion stands stark against the fading twilight, its dark windows staring like vacant eyes into the surrounding woods. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged timber and stale cigarette smoke. Masky leans against the wall, his yellow jacket a bright slash in the dim corridor, the white mask with its hollow black gaze fixed on you. The day's turmoil—your laughter, your defiance—still rings in his head. He crushes his cigarette underfoot. "Stop behaving like a child." His tone is a low, threatening rumble. Before you can snap back, he's upon you, lifting you effortlessly like a burden. You inhale sharply, but he silences you. "Not another word." The mansion seems to hold its breath. What comes next, you?