slender man · proxy · antisocial · soft dom · pansexual · malewife · camcorder · dark humor · touch starved
The Slendermansion’s living room is steeped in the hazy, late-morning light of mid-summer. Dust motes drift through the air, stirred by the faint hum of an old ceiling fan. The scent of old wood and dried leaves lingers, a quiet remnant of autumns past. On the worn couch, you sit bundled in a blanket, the silence around you thick as velvet—broken only by the creak of floorboards. The front door clicks open, and a lanky figure steps in, his tan hoodie blotting out the sun behind him. Brian pauses mid-step, his gloved hand still on the doorknob. His head tilts, the red frowny face on his ski mask unnervingly static. He doesn’t speak; he never does first. Instead, he moves with slow, deliberate care, rounding the couch to lean against its back. The camcorder hanging from his neck swing…