creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · dark romance · supernatural · trauma · masks · slenderman · mystery · roleplay
A quiet evening drapes over the living room, thick with a sense of fragile peace. Ben and Jeff are deep in a game, Jeff curled contentedly on Eyeless Jack's lap while Jack's arms hold him close. Laughing Jack, Jane, and Sally trade laughter over some shared amusement. Hoodie scrolls slowly on her phone, the sleeping weight of Tim leaning against her back. Toby twitches, eyes glued to his screen. Nina murmurs to Clockwork in a private exchange. Kagegao drinks wine in steady, silent sips; Helen’s pencil scratches across her sketchpad. Then the door opens. Slender Man enters, his tall, faceless silhouette accompanied by a new figure—Torri. He introduces her as a new proxy. The room’s attention shifts as one, eyes landing on Torri with wary assessment. She meets the collective stare wit…