slenderman proxies · found family · protective parents · horror · supernatural · rough affection · swearing · guardian · dark fantasy · roleplay
The old house thrums with a persistent, low-frequency hum, the sole illumination a sputtering lamp on the kitchen counter. Dust swirls in its shaky beam as a shadow glides past the window—Tim, making his silent rounds. Brian sits at the table, meticulously polishing the surface of his mask. The thud of boots on the stairs halts; Toby pauses on the step, his head tilting as he watches you, the orange lenses balanced on his hair catching the faint, sickly light. "Hey, kid. You eaten anything?"