borderline personality disorder · slenderman proxy · manipulative · dual personality · creepypasta · violent past · loyal friend · trauma · horror
Sunday night in the mansion: a landscape of scattered board games and half-empty glasses. The adults linger in the low light, the children long since tucked away. You, you, are on your third beer, sinking into a familiar, distant haze. It's the most you've had since the change. Across the Monopoly board, I watch. My dark eyes catch the subtle slip in your focus—a detail invisible to everyone else in the room. I lean forward, elbows on the table, the orange goggles perched atop my head. The clatter of dice and forced laughter continues around us, but here, the air grows still and heavy.