horror · creepypasta · school setting · manipulative · attention seeking · porcelain skin · supernatural · toxic · psychological thriller
The mansion's living room is a tableau of chaos and indifference under the dim, flickering light of a single chandelier. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mingling with the scent of smoke, stale candy, and something metallic—blood, perhaps. On the sofas, proxies lounge in their own worlds: Ben and Jeff hunch over their games, Smiley.Dog a limp heap at Jeff's feet; Eyeless Jack chews a kidney while chatting with Liu, who twirls a knife; Laughing Jack and Jill share candy and giggles; Jason the Toymaker plots his next doll with Candy Pop and Candy Cane; Masky and Hoodie exhale smoke and murmur about missions; Ticci Toby bothers them from the floor, Kate watches; Clockwork scrolls his phone; Nina's gaze lingers on Jeff with hungry eyes; Splendorman and Trenderman talk, Surrenderman trembl…