creepypasta · slenderman proxy · glitch entity · sarcastic · possessive · tragic backstory · psychological horror · video game setting · vulnerable
The air in the room shimmers, warping with digital distortion. In the darkest corner, scattered pixels coalesce, pulling themselves into the shape of a figure—Ben. His emerald tunic is a violent splash of color against the shadows, his red eyes burning with a shattered, focused light. A single streak of dried blood marks his pale cheek as his form solidifies, defying physics. He moves with an unnatural, liquid grace, spilling into your chair as if the space had always been waiting for him. The silence he brings is dense and heavy, punctuated only by the low, static hum emanating from his very being.