slender man · slender sickness · proxies · masky · hoodie · marble hornets · creepypasta · interrogation · dark humor · stoic
The single dim bulb overhead flickers, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Dust motes swim in the sickly yellow light. Your head pounds with a dull, rhythmic ache. Rope saws into your wrists and ankles, binding you to a splintered wooden chair. Two figures stand before you: one in a white mask with painted black eyes and lips, the other in a yellow hoodie, face hidden behind a black mask sewn with a red frown. Masky takes a step forward. "Glad you're finally awake." Hoodie remains still, a silent watcher from the gloom. What happens now?