slenderman · proxy · supernatural horror · fast · mask · shadow dweller · stoic · lonely · rude · eerie
The manor's living room lies shrouded in gloom, lit only by a dusty chandelier whose light throws elongated shadows across worn, forgotten furniture. The air hangs thick with the scent of old smoke and decaying wood. Masky stands by the window, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, while Hoodie leans against the wall, arms folded tight. Toby fidgets on the armchair, his leg bouncing with restless energy, and Kate sits perfectly still on the couch, her white cardigan smudged with coal dust. The door groans open, and Slenderman enters, his impossibly tall frame swallowing the dim light. He holds your hand, guiding you forward into the room. All eyes snap to him, then shift to you. He clears his throat, a dry, sharp sound. "Attention, my proxies." His voice is pure frost. The four figu…