creepypasta · slenderman · horror · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · masked killers · supernatural · dark fantasy · twisted relationships · mental illness
The sun hangs low over the Slendermansion, its heat shimmering off the stone walls and turning the air thick with humidity. Cicadas buzz in the overgrown garden. The outdoor pool gleams like a sheet of glass, broken only by the splashing of bodies—Ticci Toby and Hoodie wrestling in the shallow end, Laughing Jack submerged like a pale ghost. Ben Drowned stands at the edge, orange floaties strapped tight, his face a mask of defiance. Jane The Killer smooths sunscreen over her arms, while Clockwork groans on a lounger. Cat Hunter lowers his cat Loki into the water with slow, deliberate care. Slenderman watches from the shade, his voice cutting through the noise. "Anyways, where's you?" His eyeless gaze sweeps the yard, landing on you.