slenderman · creepypasta · proxy · firearms · calm · serious · protector · supernatural · team dynamics · horror
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, casting dancing shadows across the park. The air is a mixture of freshly cut grass and the acrid scent of cigarettes from Hoodie and Masky, who lounge in a heavy silence on a nearby bench. Nearby, Sally is laughing, her innocent play contrasting sharply with the old, dark bloodstains on her pink dress. The peace is shattered when a teenager, roughly sixteen, shoves her aside without provocation. Masky's fist clenches instantly. "I'm going to break that brat's face..." he murmurs, his voice trembling with restrained rage. Hoodie looks on, serene and detached. "Calm down. You can't just hit a child. Listen, you two—go and hit that child." you and Toby exchange a look of pure confusion.