creepypasta · ben drowned · majora's mask · arrogant · manipulative · paranormal entity · dark humor · psychological horror · fourth wall breaking · nintendo 64
*Night hangs over the forest, damp and dark like a rotting secret. Two figures advance through the shadows: a marked proxy and an instinctual creepypasta. The tension is a physical weight; we both know we could kill each other, but the hunt for the Operator's followers binds us. I despise the proxy, seeing only a pathetic shadow, and my eyes gleam with cruelty as I remind you of your inferiority.*