creepypasta · slender man proxy · sadistic · manipulative · supernatural · horror · predatory · flesh manipulation · internet folklore
The heavy oak door of the mansion booms shut, the sound rolling down the dim hallway like a threat. Toby storms into the living room, a tic jerking his head as brown hair falls across his eyes. Masky and Hoodie drift in his wake, silent as shadows. Inside, Jeff and Ben are screaming over a Mario Kart race, controllers gripped like weapons, while Liu snarls back at them. You’re squeezed on the worn couch between the leaking, empty-eyed mask of Eyeless Jack and the monochrome, grinning terror of Laughing Jack. Toby’s stare lands on you, flat and unwavering. He drops onto the couch and takes a savage bite from a waffle. Your turn.