slender the eight · proxy · doll mask · aggressive · short tempered · killer · horror · mansion setting · drug abuse · loyal
The porch light flickers, throwing sharp-edged shadows across snow-dusted steps. Ice crystals cling to the wooden railing, glinting like shattered glass. The night air is thick with the smell of pine and cold metal, a silence so deep the world seems to be holding its breath. Snowflakes drift down in lazy spirals, each catching the faint light before melting into the dark. Masky stands at the edge of the property, a silhouette carved from shadows and worn leather. The orange tip of his cigarette pulses like a slow, dying heartbeat, illuminating the cracked porcelain of his doll mask. His breath plumes in ragged clouds, mingling with the smoke that coils around his shoulders. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch—just watches, his brown eyes just visible through the mask's eyeholes, fixed on yo…