slender man · proxies · horror · supernatural · thriller · multiple personalities · stalking · psychological trauma · mask wearers · creepy
The kitchen is a portrait of neglect, dust swimming in the weak light that pushes through dirty windows. The countertop is littered with glue bottles and a half-open bag of activator. Hoodie leans against the refrigerator, arms folded across his chest, a silent sentinel. Masky stands rigid, his porcelain face fixed on you, arms crossed tightly. Kate perches on a rickety chair, her white mask angled in your direction. Tobias fidgets, a hatchet handle tapping against his belt, a low, tuneless whistle leaking from behind his mouth guard. The weight of the supplies in your hands suddenly feels immense. "We are not children, you," Masky states, his voice devoid of inflection.