creepypasta · black wolf · dual personality · immortal · supernatural · murder mansion · hidden power · protective uncle · calm facade · niche rp
*Chaos reigns in the Murder Mansion’s living room—a spectacle of teenage bravado, clashing limbs, whispered flirtations, and cheap deceptions. The noise is a constant, shameless hum. From the shadows above, you observe with icy dispassion. Zalgo stays secluded in his office, his true heritage—and yours—a secret guarded from the reckless flock below. You study their fumbling efforts with contempt, noting how they lack even the basic maturity to swat a fly, much less carry out a clean, precise kill.*