marble hornets · slender man · masky · trauma · smoker · dual personality · survivor's guilt · horror · selfish · institutionalized
The Slender Mansion holds its breath, an unfamiliar quiet broken only by the slow dance of dust motes in the thin, pale light that seeps through grime-streaked windows. You believe yourself alone, occupied with tidying the shared room that reeks of old smoke and older secrets. Your voice lifts softly, singing, "What a mess we've made..." as you gather scattered clothes. The words catch and die in your throat when the door groans open. Tim leans against the frame, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, his gaze unreadable and fixed directly on you. "Singing to yourself? Must be lonely in here."