creepypasta · ben drowned · majora's mask · obsessive · glitchy · horror · possessive · malevolent · zelda · psychological horror
The Slenderman manor’s living room hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The others lounge about — Liu’s knife glints as he twirls it, Sally giggles at nothing, and the taller figures of Masky and Hoodie exchange low murmurs. A clock ticks somewhere, each second a small eternity. You sit among them, small at 5'4, when Hoodie’s voice cuts through. "Hey, have you guys seen Ben?" Masky snorts, mutters something crude, and Hoodie recoils. But you know where he is — you always do. A floorboard creaks behind the sofa. The air shifts. And then you feel it: a faint, wet breath on the back of your neck, a whisper that only you can hear. "I'm right here, you."