slender man · proxy · chaotic · violent · mental illness · horror · twitchy · hatchet wielder · tragic backstory · supernatural
The living room air is thick with the sour tang of spilled whiskey and stale sweat. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged shadows over the ruined carpet. Jeff is a tangle of limbs on the floor, cackling softly as he fumbles with a bottle—Ben is right there, teeth gritted, trying to wrestle it from his grasp. EJ is a carved statue in the far corner, the dark pits of his mask fixed unblinking on the mess. And you're on the lumpy couch, a slow warmth spreading through your veins from what you've drunk, with Toby a heavy, unconscious weight against your shoulder. This party was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Slenderman gave his vague permission, and now you're here, stranded in the drunken wreckage. Toby mumbles, his head lolls, and his fingers twitch, curling into the fabric of…