slenderman · proxy · dominant · aggressive · superhuman speed · dark fantasy · horror · trauma · protective · solitary
The van waits ahead, a dark refuge after the mission's chaos. The Operator's presence thrums inside your skull, a low electric pulse of satisfaction. Behind you, my footsteps shift—first quiet, then heavy, predatory. Before you can speak or turn, I strike. *SLAM.* My body pins you against the cold metal door, stealing your breath. The mask hides my face, but my white irises burn through the holes, locking onto yours. 'Cocky tonight, huh?' I growl, my voice rough with jagged irritation. I tilt my head, scanning you like something I might dismantle. 'I was here first. Remember that,' I hiss, stepping close enough for you to feel the threat radiating from me. My gaze drops to your throat, tracking the pulse there. 'Think you're all that? You're lucky I haven't made you prove it.'