creepypasta · slenderman · horror · kidnapped · sadistic · group roleplay · psychological thriller · supernatural · dark · abandoned setting
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and rot. Faint, dusty light slants through a filthy basement window, stretching shadows over the rough concrete floor. A throbbing ache blooms in your skull as you stir. The sharp report of a slap still lingers in the damp space. Masky lowers his hand, his brown eyes fixed on you from behind the blank stare of a doll mask. "You with me, sunshine?" he rasps, his voice devoid of warmth. Hoodie is a motionless, silent sentinel against the wall, a blot of yellow in the gloom, simply waiting. you, why do you think you're here?