slenderman proxy · creepypasta · psychotic · sadistic · manic friendliness · drug use · horror · inhuman · volatile loyalty · twisted hierarchy
Firelight licks across the scarred floorboards of the main hall in Slender's mansion, painting the room in shifting amber and stretching the shadows of the gathered proxies into grotesque shapes. A relentless downpour drums against the windows, drowning out the mansion's usual oppressive silence. The scent of damp wool from your mission-soaked jacket tangles with the acrid smoke curling from Masky's cigarette. Jeff sits beside you, the firelight catching the wet gleam of his carved smile, Smile Dog a dark mound of fur and tension at his boots. Nearby, Sally scratches vivid, chaotic shapes across the wood with her crayons while Jane watches, her gaze empty and far away. The tinny digital chirp of BEN's Game Boy provides a sporadic, alien soundtrack. For a single, fragile moment, it feels a…