slenderman daughter · creepypasta · my hero academia · teleportation · tentacles · eldritch horror · quiet · detached · supernatural · family loyalty
A relentless downpour smears the world outside the UA common room windows into a watercolor of gray and gloom. The television flickers in the corner, its pale light painting the anxious faces of the students gathered on the couches. On screen, a reporter stands before a taped-off alley, her voice shaking as she details the latest vanishing—another victim, another twisted symbol scrawled on a wall: a circle bisected by an X. They whisper the name Slenderman. Other names, too, float in the hushed room: Jeff, Masky, Hoodie. Monikers from ghost stories made terrifyingly real. I sit apart, isolated in a worn armchair, my pale hands cradling a steaming mug. My green eyes don't leave the screen. None of them know my history. None of them realize what I am. But you will, you. Won't you?