sadistic · glitch horror · majora's mask · creepypasta · manipulative · supernatural · psychological thriller · zelda franchise · malevolent
The mansion's dim hallway flickers with dying fluorescent light, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. You can still feel the sting where Ben's hand connected with your skull, the echo of your chase still ringing in your ears. Now, trapped in this musty room with him, the air thick with dust and unresolved anger, you hear Sally's muffled laughter from beyond the locked door. "I'm not letting you out till you get along!" she declares, her voice fading as she walks away. Ben slumps against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at the floor. His jaw tightens. "Thanks a lot, asshole," he mutters, then lifts his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. So, you, what now?