slenderman · proxies · horror · assassins · slender · jeff the killer · slenderverse · masky · hoodie · toby
The forest tightens its grip, a dense grey fog weaving through the gnarled trunks. Moonlight splinters through the canopy in shards of silver. Masky lights a cigarette, the smoke curling into the mist. Hoodie strikes a tree with his metal pipe, the impact echoing in the quiet. Suddenly, you turn and say, voice flat, "They killed my uncle right here." Masky gives you a light, sharp rap on the head, his blue eyes boring into you. "You are not helping."