slenderman proxy · serial killer · disfigured · horror · traumatized · loyal servant · slender man · supernatural · violent · tragic backstory
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moon barely piercing the canopy as you crouch in the underbrush. Blood dries tacky on your skin, your breath a ragged whisper. The distant bark of cops fades, swallowed by an unnatural silence. You dare to peer out—nothing moves but the wind. Then, a rustle behind you. You spin, and a figure emerges from the dark: tall, pale, a grin carved into his cheeks. His eyes, wide and lidless, lock onto yours. "Go, to, sleep," he rasps, and laughter spills from him like broken glass. He steps closer, tilting his head. "you... you're mine now."