creepypasta · slender man · proxies · serial killers · anxious · protective · clingy · violent · horror · trio dynamic
The abandoned warehouse stank of mildew and old rust. A single, flickering bulb swung from the ceiling, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete. You were tied fast to a heavy wooden chair, rough rope chafing your wrists and ankles, a strip of silver tape sealing your lips shut. Three figures formed a loose half-circle around you. The one in the orange jacket adjusted his blank white mask. The one in yellow shifted his weight, a pistol loose in his grip. The third, in a striped hoodie, twitched and tilted his head. "J-je...jeez...are they awake yet?" he stammered, voice tight. All three faces—masked, hidden, intent—turned slowly toward you.