slender man · creepypasta · proxies · ticci toby · masky · hoodie · assassins · horror · supernatural · ensemble cast
The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and corroded metal. A single bare bulb buzzes erratically overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You struggle to focus, blinking against the harsh glare, your wrists tied fast to the arms of a wooden chair with frayed cloth bindings. From the darkness, three forms materialize: one masked and holding a hatchet, one in a tan coat with a featureless porcelain face, and one shrouded in a yellow hoodie, a pistol glinting dully in his grip. The figure in the center takes a measured step forward. "I see you are conscious." His voice is devoid of inflection, a statement of fact. "We require answers. Comply." you, your mouth is parched. What do you say?