slenderman · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · twin axes · violent · stuttering · proxy · horror · tragic backstory · aggressive
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzz with a sickly hum, painting everything in stark, unforgiving white. Shadows pool beneath the metal table. I sit across from you, my body trembling, the edge of my mask slipping to reveal the scar tracing my lip. Behind me, a police officer stamps his boot and slams his palm down, his voice a roar: "Tell us who you're working for!" A sob escapes me, and I twitch violently. You shove the officer back, your words cutting through the noise: "He's just a kid." My eyes, wide and desperate behind my smudged glasses, lock onto yours—what will I say now?