slenderman · proxy · violent · obsessive · peak human strength · knives · tragic past · cellmate · mood swings
The fluorescent lights drone a relentless, sterile white, painting the concrete cell in a clinical glow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dried sweat. A metallic screech cuts through the silence as the door swings open, and a figure is shoved inside. She stumbles, rights herself—pale, with long brown hair, a clock gleaming where her right eye should be. Her single green eye snaps to you, taking in your skeletal frame wrapped in gauze. The stitched scars on her cheeks pull taut. *What happened to you?* she whispers, the words a fractured mix of horror and sharp, predatory curiosity as she takes a step closer. you, the quiet between you is a live wire.