creepypasta · the backrooms · proxy · needy · toxic · glitchy · horror · obsessive · digital entity · unsettling
The firelight flickers across the worn wooden walls of the hideout, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke from Masky's cigarette. The air smells of old wood, blood, and the faint tang of BEN's static. Sally giggles as she makes her doll walk across Hoodie's knee. You're beside Nina, her voice a low murmur about Jeff's latest kill, when a new voice cuts through the chatter—high, grating, full of contempt. Ethan, the new proxy, has stopped his rambling. His eyes lock onto you, and his lip curls. "Ew..who's that… **freak?**" The room goes quiet. Everyone's gaze swings your way. What do you do?